Kristen’s Addiction--New book from Ellora’s Cave
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I'm excited to announce a hot new vampire erotica book coming out from Ellora's Cave. Kristen's Addiction is a story about doing anything  to survive—even if it means surrendering yourself body and soul to a dark, sexy, two hundred year old vampire.

If you're interested, run over to Ellora's Cave and check it out here

http://www.ellorascave.com/AuthorsBooks.asp?AuthorCode=EvA

In the meantime, here's a blurb and excerpt to get you hot 'n bothered.

Hugs to all,

Evangeline

Kristen's Addiction Blurb

Uptown Girl meets Downtown Vampire

Doctor Kristen Johansen is a respected pediatrician. With her sexy plus sized figure and long blonde hair you'd think she'd have a man. But her demanding career has put her love life on hold—until she gets attacked late one night and becomes an addict—of vampire venom.

Now she has no choice but to go out after sundown, offering herself to anyone with fangs who wants a late night snack. Which is how she runs into Joe—the last person she would have suspected of being a vampire. Blue collar and hard core Joe works as a mechanic and hides his intellect behind his skill with a socket wrench. But what he really longs for is an extra-curvy woman with appetites to match his own.

After an explosive sexual encounter Joe offers Kristen the chance at a cure. But as they work together to find the rogue vampire who attacked her, Kristen begins to wonder if her addiction isn't turning into love. And whether regaining her old life is worth losing the only man she has ever cared for—even if he is a two hundred year old vampire.

Excerpt—Warning, EXPLICIT!!!

I made myself wait a whole week and two days before I went back to see him again. By that time the need was singing in my veins, making it hard to concentrate at work and my panties and bra felt too tight against the sensitive skin of my breasts and pussy. I knew I was waiting too long, making things unnecessarily hard on myself but I didn't like to feel weak. And needing the venom made me feel weaker than I ever had in my entire life. I wanted to prove to myself and to him that I could get along just fine, that I didn't need anyone or anything. Even though I did.

By the time I finally drove over to his garage it was ten o'clock on a Monday night and I was in almost as bad a shape as I had been the first time I came. Still, I tried to play it cool when I rang his doorbell. I didn't want him to know how badly I needed him.

"Coming." He opened the door and looked down at me, an open book in one hand. "Kristen," he said. He looked hot, I admitted to myself. And more dangerous than ever with those ancient tattoos climbing his muscular arms and his dark eyes narrowed in concentration.

"Hi, Joe." I tried to smile. "I hope you don't mind but the Audi was sounding kind of funny. It's making this clicking noise and I thought that since I was dropping it off, maybe…"

He frowned at me, not fooled a bit. "Come in here." He dragged me into the hallway where we had had our first explosive encounter. My brain insisted on replaying all of it over and over which made me feel like I was going to go crazy. Still, I tried to keep my cool.

"Long time no see," I chattered nervously. "How are things in the garage?"

"Fuck the garage," he said roughly. "You're deep in need. Why didn't you come by before this?"

"I don't know." I twisted my fingers together, feeling like a little girl in the principal's office. "I just…I didn't want to feel weak."

"You're body's addicted. It's not weak to get what you need." He pulled me into the next room and laid me down on the red leather sofa. Kneeling in front of me, he pulled up the sensible brown skirt I was wearing.

"What are you doing?" I tried to sit up but he pushed me back down.

"Taking the edge off." He was already reaching for the thin side straps of the black satin panties I had put .. coming over. I wouldn't admit to myself at the time why I was changing my underwear, putting on something sexy instead of the plain white lace and cotton I usually wore, but there was no denying I'd had some kind of sexual scenario at the back of my mind when I did it.

"I don't understand." I was panting already but still I tried to remain calm. "You said we didn't have to do…that when you bit me if I didn't want to."

"Let me explain somethin' to you, Kristen." He looked up at me from where he was crouched between my legs. My panties were already pulled halfway down my thighs, my pussy exposed. "My venom is more than you're used to," he said, pulling the tiny strip of black satin down the rest of the way and spreading my legs roughly. "About a hundred times more. When you wait so long that you're sick and shaking like you are now, it's too easy for me to overload your system. If I don't make you come at least once before I bite you, you could go into shock."

"Oh," I said in a small voice. So that was why he'd fingered me to orgasm last time before he'd bitten me. I'd had no idea. But I had to admit I wasn't exactly unhappy about it. I liked the way his big, callused hands felt on me too much for that. Still it was embarrassing in a pleasurable way to be made to submit to him because of my own stupidity and stubbornness. I felt like a naughty girl about to be punished.

"Open up for me," he murmured, holding my gaze with his own. "I'm gonna go down on you first."

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Hot new book from Loose Id
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I'm excited to announce a new book from Loose id.  Outcast is the story of following your destiny no matter what it costs. Here's a blurb and a naughty excerpt to give you an idea. Or you can just go to Loose id and check it out here. 

 http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=777

Sayana Nakamura is of one of the great houses of planet Kanasum and she has the silver eyes and indigo hair to prove it. But when her family name is tainted by bad luck, she is shunned by the superstitious people of her home world.

Because of her genteel breeding, Sayana is expected to accept her fate and die with dignity. She refuses, and goes looking for a new destiny aboard the casino ship orbiting her home planet. There she must do the unthinkable–sell herself to the highest bidder in the sex auction in order to earn the credits to survive even though she knows this will brand her forever as an outcast when she returns to Kanasum.

Caleb Joiner is an ex-smuggler with time to kill and money to burn which is how he ended up on the casino ship in the first place. He is drawn to Sayana's delicate beauty but it is her fierce courage in the face of adversity that wins his heart. He tries to talk Sayana out of auctioning herself off but she is determined to follow her destiny.

What can Caleb do but follow her…all the way to the auction and beyond.

Excerpt–Warning–EXPLICIT

Behind the dirty paper wall, Sayana could see the silhouette of a sleepy girl sitting up from her mat and running a hand through her tangled hair. No doubt her locks would be a pale, washed-out blue, unlike the rich color of Sayana's own, and her eyes would match her hair, proclaiming that she was no virgin. But other than that, she and the girl might very easily switch places, Sayana realized. Both of them were forced to sell themselves for credit, and neither had any choice in the matter.

Apparently tired of waiting, the madam slid open the door and stuck her head inside. She lowered her voice, but Sayana could still hear her scolding the hapless girl who had been woken to service the man. "Get up, you lazy slut," she hissed, rapping her knuckles on the wooden frame for emphasis. "I don't care how late you were up last night — we don't count hours in this business. We only count men and the credit they bring in. So if you want to eat, you'd better get ready to work."

She pulled her head from the room and slapped the light wooden framed door closed. Then she padded rapidly back down the hall, and Sayana could hear her talking to the customer again. "Ah, sir, she can barely contain her excitement to see you," she said smoothly to the waiting customer. "Come right this way — you will be the first with her this afternoon. And I know how you men enjoy being first." She fluttered her lashes coquettishly as she ushered a thick-bodied man dressed as a common laborer into the room where Tataka waited. When the man was safely inside, she shut the door briskly and turned back to the room where Sayana waited.

Not wanting to appear nosy, Sayana pulled her head back quickly, although she had been fascinated in a sick kind of way with the exchange among the madam, the customer, and Tataka.

"I must go wake the kitchen help. As soon as he's had his turn with her, he'll be wanting tea," the madam snapped.

"I will wait." Sayana inclined her head meekly.

"Good. I'll want to be sure no one sees you leave my house." The madam nodded briskly and bustled away, leaving Sayana to sit and contemplate her fate. But soon enough, the noises she heard coming from the other room drew her attention, and she peeked out the open doorway again. There was a small tear in the tan paper that served as the room's wall that she hadn't noticed previously. Through it, she could see a glimpse of color. Did she dare look more closely?

I must live this life soon enough, Sayana told herself. Better that I know what I will be expected to do than that I should accept my fate blindly.

So thinking, she got up silently and crept across the hall. Looking around quickly to be sure that no one else was about and that the madam wasn't coming back, she put her eye to the small tear and watched the girl Tataka and her customer.

Sayana settled herself, uncertain of what she was to see. When she leaned forward to put her eye to the hole in the paper, all she saw at first was the far wall of one of the blossom girl's rooms — Tataka's room, to be exact. Then, just as she was wondering where the customer was, Tataka herself came into view. Her eyes were pale blue-gray and her hair, which matched them exactly, brushed her shoulders in a loose snarl of curls. A short moment later, she was followed by a very large, very naked man.

The man turned for a moment, and Sayana saw his thick shaft, rising like a purple sausage between his muscular thighs. The sight made her feel vaguely queasy — she'd never seen a naked man before. She wasn't ignorant though — she knew what was to happen next. Tataka would lie on her back and untie her robe so that the customer could stuff his thick shaft between her legs and pump back and forth until he filled her sex with white cream. Sayana wondered how that might feel and realized uneasily that she would likely know before the night was out. But who would be doing the pumping? What gwylo man would buy her virginity and change the color of her eyes? What would it feel like to have a strange man thrusting between her thighs? The thought gave her a forbidden shiver.

 She knew she was making the right choice — there was no other way to ensure the survival of her sisters. For now, their mother watched them, putting off her own honorable death at Sayana's request. But the moment their futures were secured, she would take her own path to the Goddess of Mercy and leave Sayana to do the same. If she didn't simply fade away from shame first, that was. Sayana was trading her virginity not for her own life but for the lives of those she loved. It was a rough trade, but one she had no say in. Her body was no more than a bargaining chip, and Sayana was determined to think of it that way. She turned her attention back to the hole in the paper. She had much to learn.

The naked customer uttered a command Sayana didn't catch, but as she watched, Tataka smiled and nodded. The blossom girl untied the sash of her cotton robe and let it slip from her shoulders. Sayana was surprised to see that her plump pink nipples were pierced with golden hoops and that her breasts were joined by a thin gold chain that ran between the hoops. The customer tugged at the chain gently, pulling at the rings that pierced Tataka's nipples and making the blossom girl gasp with pleasure.

Sitting back, Sayana wondered if Tataka was really feeling pleasure or simply pretending. From the look on her customer's face, he believed he was truly pleasuring her. Could he possibly believe that a girl who did such things for a living still found joy in them? Maybe the customer only believed what he wanted to believe. Men were such strange creatures.

She put her eye back to the hole, expecting to see Tataka lay on the bed mat and spread her long legs, giving the customer access to her pink sex. Instead, she dropped to her knees before the naked man and abruptly took his large, thick shaft in her mouth.

Sayana gasped and clapped a hand over her own mouth, sitting back so abruptly that she nearly toppled over. She looked up at the heavens appealingly. Am I really going to have to do that? Would the gwylo that bought her demand that she put her mouth on him as well as offering her blossom? She took another brief glance through the hole in the paper and saw something else that was new to her.

The customer had pushed Tataka onto her hands and knees and spread her legs wide. Sayana was in just the right position to see the wet pink gash between the young courtesan's legs tremble as the customer's long fingers caressed her heated depths.

"Oh, Goddess. Yes — oh, don't stop!" Tataka trembled beneath his touch, spreading her legs even wider as he entered her with two long fingers, pressing deep into her wet sex. She was crying out so loudly that her words were perfectly understandable, no doubt rousing some of the other blossom girls sleeping in rooms around her.

Sayana bit her lower lip in consternation. She had never seen anything like this, had never even imagined it. The sight caused a strange, hot sensation between her legs as she watched the customer's long fingers slide in and out of Tataka's wet, pink sex. Sayana's breath came short and hot as she imagined herself in a similar position, naked on a bed with her legs spread wide for a strange gwylo man to touch and fondle. She had never dreamed that any of what she was seeing was possible, and she found she couldn't look away now. Not until she saw what was going to happen next.

The customer positioned himself between Tataka's widely spread thighs. The dark shaft of flesh between his legs seemed to throb as he rubbed the mushroom shaped head along Tataka's slippery sex.

Why, it's much too big! It will never fit, Sayana thought to herself in consternation as the customer began to press his shaft into the small pink entrance of the young blossom girl's body. But Tataka didn't appear to be in pain. To the contrary, she spread her legs wider and pressed back against the man's shaft, as if to get more of the thick, dark pole inside her.

"Oh, Goddess, yes! Harder! More!" she moaned as, inch by inch, his thick shaft entered her body.

"You've such a tight little cunt, my beautiful blossom," the customer gasped, at last pressing the entire thick length into Tataka's quivering sex. "I can't wait to fill you up."

Sayana had no idea what he was talking about — he appeared to be already filling her — but soon the customer's words were driven out of her head by his actions. He pulled back until his shaft, now glistening with Tataka's juices, was nearly out of the young courtesan's body, and then slammed back in with a violent motion that took Sayana's breath away. Then he did it again, setting up a steady, pumping rhythm that seemed much too rough for the delicate act of love she had always imagined.

Once again, Sayana was worried for Tataka, concerned that the customer might be hurting her. But once more, her fears appeared to be unfounded. Tataka had grabbed fistfuls of the coverlet and moaned loudly, but the sounds she was making did not appear to be ones of pain. She spread her legs even wider, opening herself willingly for his penetration, and pressed back against the man's thrusting shaft.

"Oh, Goddess, Tataka." The customer was moaning as well now. "Coming now, sweet blossom! Coming!"

"Oh, yes! Yes — harder! Do it harder!" she gasped as the thick shaft thrust deeper and deeper into her. "Don't stop — do it! Do it!"

Sayana felt her knees go weak as she watched him grasp Tataka's hips and pull her close, thrusting as deeply as he could into her wet depths and shuddering as some reaction she didn't understand overtook him. She could feel the heated warmth growing between her legs as she watched it happen and listened to Tataka's moans. Suddenly, her legs were too wobbly to support her, and she sank to her knees.

She drew back from the hole and shut her eyes briefly. She tried to imagine herself in such a position and shouting such words. Could she manage it? Even to save her sister's lives, could she make such a wanton display of her body? Allow a gwylo man to do to her what she'd seen the naked customer doing to Tataka?

***Note–This book was previously released from another publisher.  However it had been extensively rewritten and I have added a lot to it, mostly sex. lol.  Hugs to all, Evangeline

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Slave Boy
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HI guys,
  I just wanted to let you know my new Male/Male erotica book,
Slave Boy, is now out from Loose id. Check it out here:
http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=748
I think this one will appeal to those of you who liked The Assignment because it is another undercover book. Keep reading for a blurb and a naughty excerpt:

Haven is a Master of the Order of the Light--a revered sect of mediators and healers that roam the galaxy righting wrongs. Ten years ago he bought a ragged slave boy from Rigel Six and brought him to live at the Temple of Light on Radiant. As Wren's master and mentor, Haven knows the young man is off limits, so he keeps his forbidden feelings for his novice under wraps, vowing never to act on them.

Wren has been in love with his master from the moment he laid eyes on him. Haven rescued him from a life of sexual slavery and his gratitude is exceeded only by his desire for the tall, broad shouldered man he calls Master.

When the pair are sent to mediate a conflict aboard the huge Tiberion war ship, Haven discovers that he must have a pleasure slave to fulfill the local customs. Wren offers to play the part but will his role as Haven's slave boy bring back too much of his painful past? And how can Haven keep his vows of chastity when he is forced to use Wren in the most forbidden way? In a matter of life or death, both men must act on their hidden desires and hope not to lose each other forever.

SLAVE BOY EXCERPT  ***WARNING--EXPLICIT***

  Wren was kneeling with his arms bound behind his back and his legs spread wide on a waist high dark red platform.   His head was bowed low in apparent submission and his sides were heaving, as though he had just run a race, but worst of all, he was completely naked. 
 
        What in the seven hells?  Wren, are you all right? he sent anxiously through their link.   

        I'm sorry, Master.  Wren looked up, his large golden eyes wide with fear.  Haven could actually see the white showing all around their amber depths as though his novice was a frightened animal.  Below his navel, he was completely smooth, the soft nest of brown curls that surrounded the base of his cock had been shaved away.   The cock itself was curled against Wren's right inner thigh, completely soft, looking pink and terribly vulnerable.

 Sorry about what? What have they done to you? Haven demanded.

    But Wren only shook his head, his thoughts a chaotic jumble that Haven couldn't begin to make out.   His protective instincts aroused, he strode quickly to his novice's side and stroked the pale forehead which was damp with sweat.   Wren turned his face into his master's large palm, still breathing hard, obviously seeking comfort.

         Haven felt his heart swell with emotion.   He never should have allowed this to happen—never should have let them separate him from Wren!  He turned to the Minister of the Wardrobe and his assistant who had just entered the room.

       "What have you done to my slave?" he demanded, nodding at the naked Wren who was still kneeling submissively.

         "Only gotten him ready for his court appearance—or tried to!" The Minister of the Wardrobe sounded defensive.  "Why, he isn't even dressed or oiled yet!  And audience hours are almost over.   Oh, Minister T'will will have my head if you aren't ready in time and just look at this!" He gestured at the Wren with agitation and then turned to his assistant.   "B'orl, how could you allow this to happen?"

       "Minister, I swear, I tried to get him ready but–

        "Enough!" Haven roared, cutting off the twittering argument.   "Where are the clothes he needs to wear?  I'll get him dressed myself."

       "The harness is here."  B'orl stepped forward, holding out a bewildering array of black leather straps.   "But we didn't get as far as that, Master Haven, because your slave refuses to be oiled."

       "Oiled, what in the seven hells are you talking about?" Haven demanded angrily.   Court protocol or not, there was only so much foolishness he was willing to put up with.

       "Oiled.   Prepared," the Minister of the Wardrobe emphasized, raising his thin purple eyebrows suggestively.   "In case you wish to make obeisance to the god-emperor, may he live forever."  He frowned, gesturing a long thin vial of pale golden liquid that B'orl had handed him.   "My understanding from Minister T'will was that you were quite fond of this slave, Master Haven.   You don't want to injure him by taking him too roughly if the situation demands it, do you?"

      "Taking him too…" Haven's voice died away as the meaning of the minister's words suddenly hit home with him.

          Master, you know what he's talking about…Wren sent a sudden image of himself kneeling naked on hands and knees with Haven behind him.   Haven's long, thick cock was in his hand and he was pressing it deep into his novice's tight, virgin rosebud, filling him, fucking him, as Wren panted and moaned beneath his master, open and ready for his assault.

       Enough, Wren!  That isn't going to happen!  Haven took a deep breath and pushed the deeply erotic image away from him with all his strength.   He refused to think of such things, despite the way his cock was throbbing angrily in the too-tight trousers he had been forced to wear. 
              
      "I don't plan to…to take my slave in that fashion," he explained carefully to the anxious Minister of the Wardrobe.   "So there is no need for any, ah, oiling to take place."

      "What? You would refuse the command of the god-emperor, may he live forever, if he orders you to honor him with your slave?" The Minister of the Wardrobe looked beyond shocked.

        "Our customs differ from yours in that we do not perform intimate acts in public," Haven said firmly.   "Surely the god-emperor will understand this."

      "Most assuredly he will not!" B'orl protested.   "This is the sort of thing that got the Gowan emissaries in trouble in the first place.   First they refused to eat the meat that was placed before them at the Feast of Clemency—claiming that they did not eat the flesh of other species.   Imagine!"  He snorted.   "And then when it was time to make obeisance to the god-emperor, they had no slaves to service them.   It was a dreadful scandal, to be sure."

         "To be sure!" The Minister of the Wardrobe echoed his assistant.   "Of course, it is by no means certain that the god-emperor will demand that you perform for him.   But not to at least be ready is the height of offense.   Your slave's shaft must be shining with oil, Light Bringer, if for no other reason than to show your respect for his majesty, Rudgez the fourth."  He frowned and handed the thin vial to his assistant.   "Unfortunately, your slave refuses to allow B'orl here to oil him."

      "It's true, even with the inhibitor manacles on he is most obstreperous."  B'orl looked indignant.   "He acts more like a free man than a proper slave.   Why—he doesn't even have a brand."

      "A brand?"  Haven frowned at them.   "Are you serious?" The Minister of Wardrobe crossed his arms over his chest.  "Of course.   All slaves on Tiber are branded on the upper arm or pelvis.   A slave can never truly escape if you burn your mark into his flesh."  He looked thoughtful.   "You know, Light Bringer, I could arrange for that if you like—we Tiberions use the standard alphabet for our branding irons and I'm sure I could find one to match your initials."

        Please, Master, don't let them!  Wren looked up at Haven again, his beautiful eyes wide with fear.

         "Gods, no!"  Haven stepped in front of his novice, shielding Wren with his body.   What the hell was wrong with these people?  The thought of burning his name into another man's body was abhorrent, sickening—yet the Minister of Wardrobe spoke as though it was a matter of course.   "I mean…" He cleared his throat, trying to keep the disgust from showing on his face.   "I mean, my people do not brand their slaves."

        The Minister of the Wardrobe shrugged his narrow, stooped shoulders.   "You may suit yourself in this matter, Master Haven, but unfortunately there is no question that your slave must still be oiled.   Do you wish to do it yourself or should B'orl complete the task for you?"

        Please, Master, Wren's inner voice came through their link again.   If you do it I can stand it.   But please don't let anyone else put their hands on my body! Please!

       Peace, little one.  Haven leaned down to look in Wren's eyes and stroked his novice's cheek soothingly.   No one will touch you but me, I swear it.

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What would you do to Survive? Charlie’s Bargain--hot new book out from Ellora’s Cave
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Hey guys, just wanted to let you know I have a brand new book out at Ellora's Cave. Charlie's Bargain is about a desperate young woman and the erotic bargain she makes with a dark and frightening man in order to survive. Check it out here: http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419916601

And see the blurb and excerpt below to find out what it's all about.

Blurb:

Charlie is just trying to survive. After losing her fortune she flees her home planet and hides from her bloodthirsty creditors on a mining colony so horrible its residents just call it Hole.

Lynx is a Xorn, one of a feared race of non-humans known for their savage lusts. From the first instant he sees Charlie, he knows she is the only woman who can satisfy him.

Charlie wants nothing to do with the huge, muscular man with golden eyes, but in order to survive on Hole she will have to overcome her fear and make a bargain with the fierce Xorn — a bargain of desire, pleasure and pain that will force her to see herself and Lynx in a whole new light.
Excerpt: *Warning--graphic*

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.

An Excerpt From: CHARLIE'S BARGAIN

Copyright © EVANGELINE ANDERSON, 2008

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

"I can feel your dread, Charlie. If it isn't my touch you fear, what is it?"

"I just…do you have to put me in that thing? Do you have to chain me up while you…you…" Charlie couldn't make herself finish the sentence. "I just don't like to be tied down," she ended in a low voice, looking down at her hands.

Lynx sighed deeply and then, to her surprise he stood up and came around to her side of the table. Kneeling at her feet, he took both her hands in his. He was so tall that they were still eye to eye and so close she could smell his dark, masculine musk which seemed to invade all her senses at once.

"I don't want you to be frightened or hate me for what I need to do," he said softly. "But you have to understand something. I told you the other night that I chained you because I didn't want you to hate yourself for the pleasure you might feel. But there's more to it than that. The drinking platform is for your safety. Your protection."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Charlie looked at him with fear but there were other emotions filling her at the same time. Just having him close to her, feeling his warm hands holding hers was doing funny things to the inside of her stomach. She suddenly felt overheated and thirsty and her nipples were unbearably tight against the scratchy lace of her cheap bra. And her sex was getting wet too—she was beginning to flow, just as she had when Lynx had done his mind trick on her. But once again she realized that he wasn't doing it. That for some reason her body was just reacting to him—to his nearness.

Lynx looked at her intently and she knew he could feel both her fear and her unwanted desire. "The Xorn have a very strong instinct to mate during the time that The Thirst is on them," he rumbled. "A driving need to claim the woman they are drinking from."

"Claim?" Charlie asked.

"Take. Breed. Fuck." His deep voice was suddenly harsh and his golden eyes blazed. "It's a chase to us. A hunt. And if the prey struggles…" He shook his head and laughed bitterly. "I guess we're closer to being the animals you humans think we are than I wanted to admit—at least when it comes to sex."

Charlie took a hitching breath, her heart pounding. "I-I don't understand."

"Goddess." He released her hands for a moment and pinched the bridge of his nose as if to drive back a pounding headache or a burning desire. Then he looked at her, his eyes still glowing. "I'm saying I don't want to rape you," he said roughly. "But if I drink from you without chaining you to the drinking platform and you try to run from me or struggle to get away…I might lose control."

"Oh, I—" Charlie put a hand to her mouth, not knowing what to say. Her head was suddenly filled with the mental image of being pinned down beneath Lynx, his huge muscular bulk covering her own smaller frame as he filled her completely with his cock. As he claimed her. Fucked her. "You wouldn't," she said at last in a trembling voice. "You-you promised that wasn't part…part of our bargain."

He sighed. "I know and I want to keep my end of the bargain, Charlie. I'm not saying it's not possible to drink from you without chaining you to the platform. I'm just asking if you think you could hold still while I open your cunt and taste you. Because if you can stand to let me drink from you without fighting me or trying to get away we can try it without the platform. Otherwise…" He shook his head.

Charlie shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs tightly together. Goddess, this was so embarrassing but Lynx's words, as much as his closeness, were making it hard to think. Could she lie still for him and not try to run? The last time she had fought with all her might, trying to get free of the iron manacles that bound her wrists and ankles. But this time, well, she felt like she knew him better, knew that he wasn't the ravening beast she'd been expecting. Still, was it possible to open herself willingly and not try to get away while Lynx spread her sex and drank his fill of her cunt honey? And could she live with herself afterward if she did?

"Charlie?" he asked, and she looked up to see that the hunger was back in his golden eyes. "I need an answer soon," he told her and his voice was little more than a growl. "The Thirst grows worse with each passing second. Your sweet scent is driving me crazy. I have to have you—I can't wait much longer."

Fear tickled Charlie's spine with icy fingers—could she do this? It was one thing to be chained up and taken by force but it was something else entirely to lie back on the sleeping platform and spread her legs willingly for the big Xorn's assault. It seemed completely wrong—almost as if she wanted what he was going to do to her. And yet… She cast another glance at the ominous iron shape of the drinking platform.

"Yes," she heard herself saying in a trembling voice. "Yes, I think…I think I can hold still. I mean, I don't think I can be as still as a statue or anything but—"

"You can move as long as you don't try to run from me." Lynx cupped her cheek in one large, warm palm, his golden eyes intense. "As long as you submit, Charlie, I won't be forced to break our agreement."

"Then…I'll submit." Charlie's voice nearly broke on the last word but then she raised her chin. She would do what she had to do, she reminded herself. It was the only option open to her. And the fact that her nipples were hard and her pussy was wet didn't mean anything. Didn't mean anything at all.
 

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New m/m Book out with Loose id
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I'm excited to announce I have a new book out with Loose id today called The Last Bite.  It may sound like a vampire book but it's not--it's werewolf.  Ha-ha. But it's also a male/male book which a lot of my readers seem to like.  I think I have gotten more e-mail about The Assignment, another m/m book I wrote for Loose id, than any other novel I have ever written. (BTW, The Assignment will soon be available in print for those of you who want to own a copy you can read in the tub.  I got my author copies in the male--I mean mail the other day and they are just beautiful and they include I'll be Hot for Christmas as a bonus after the novel itself.)

Anyway, this new book is about a demon hunter named Cade who just happens to be a werewolf.  Lycanthropy gives him immunity to the dreaded demon bites but his protoge, David, is only human.  So when David gets bitten there's only one thing he had do to save him--risk giving him the Last Bite.  Anyway, here's a blurb and an excerpt and or if you want to just skip on over to Loose id and buy it, here's a link:

http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=705

Cade is a demon hunter with one distinct advantage--he is also a shifter. His animal side makes him immune to the deadly venom of demon bites. Always a lone wolf, Cade is surprised when a young man named David shows up as his door begging to be trained to hunt and kill the evil forces of the night.

But David is pure human with no immunity to protect him from the deadly demon venom. Cade isn't about to turn him since over half of those infected with lycanthropy die. Still, there's something about the young man with the beautiful eyes that calls to him, and Cade decides to train him against his better judgment. He takes David into his home and into his heart but not into his bed--for despite David's obvious desire he can never bring himself to admit his true feelings.

Then the unthinkable happens: David is fatally wounded during a demon hunt. Only by risking everything and taking David to bed can Cade save the young man who is so much more than a protégé. For now he must give David The Last Bite--the curse of lycanthropy which will either release the wolf within or kill the man he loves.

EXCERPT

After living alone so long, Cade honestly believed he didn't need anyone. He had extended the invitation to move in warily, certain that letting someone in would completely disrupt his daily routine. So it surprised him when rather than upsetting his life, David added to it. Cade found it challenging to teach his new protégé all the tricks and techniques his own master, Singer, had taught him. David was a fast and eager learner, making him a joy to teach, but he was constantly coming up with new ideas and questions that made Cade think -- and he hadn't had to think about what he was doing in a long time. Being a hunter was second nature to him, and he was determined to make it second nature for David too. The kid was going to have to be the best in order to stay ahead of the game and to make up for the handicap of being pure human with no immunity to demon bites or superfast reflexes to help him in the hunt.

So after six months, the only drawback to having David share his home, Cade had to admit, was the nightmares.

"No…no! Stop it -- leave her alone! Samantha -- Sam, fight them! Come back, don't take her away. Sam!"

Cade sighed as he rolled out of bed and checked the clock. Four-fifteen in the AM and David was at it again. It was the fourth time that night. He stretched, rubbing a hand over his face, and went to see if he could quiet the young man and get him settled down before he lost all chance of getting a good night's sleep.

He knew, of course, what brought on the nightmares that plagued his protégé's sleep from time to time. The day before he had taken David along with him to wipe out a pair of plaguemakers, medium-grade demons that tended toward early dawn attacks instead of nighttime escapades. It was a lesson that David was only allowed to watch. Months of training, weights, and the right diet had filled out David's slender form, and he was now all lean muscle and sinewy strength. He would never be as muscular as Cade -- it just wasn't in his genetic makeup -- but it was a vast improvement over the scrawny kid who had showed up on his doorstep half a year before. But despite the improvement, he still wasn't allowed to join the hunt -- he still wasn't quite ready in Cade's estimation.

David was eager to be in on the hunt, but he was obedient to Cade's commands that he wait and watch until his mentor thought he was ready. But he didn't have to do any of the actual hunting for it to affect him strongly. Unfortunately, but not surprisingly to Cade, the demonic taint of his sister's abduction still lingered in the young man's mind. So every time they went on a "field trip" as David jokingly called their hunting expeditions, the night after was certain to be a troubled one.

Cade knew that his protégé was embarrassed by his frequent nightmares. He also knew from cold, hard experience that nothing but continued exposure during their hunting trips would cure the taint causing the painful memories to resurface over and over. He himself had been a hunter for almost five years before vivid images of his family's slaughter stopped invading his dreams and he could sleep through the night after a mission. A fact he reminded himself of now as he stumbled down the dark hallway to David's small room.

"Oh God, Sam…Sam!"

Poor kid, Cade thought as he watched David thrash and moan under the thin sheet. He had kicked the blankets off the bed and was shivering in the chilly air that came in through the half-open window. Cade went to the side of the narrow twin bed where his protégé slept, meaning to shake him awake, soothe him, and then go back to bed himself. Then he stopped. He'd already tried that approach three times tonight and it hadn't worked. What he needed was a way to wake David immediately, before the nightmares really took hold, a way to soothe him before he got so frantic.

Yeah, that'd be great. But there's no way I'm gonna sit on the side of his bed and wait for the nightmares to strike. I'd be up all night, Cade told himself. Then it occurred to him that he didn't have to be awake to hold back the nightmares. Most of the time just a calm touch on David's arm and a soft word whispered in his ear was enough to pull him out of the hell his subconscious insisted on subjecting him to the night after a mission.

Hell, I could do that in my sleep. Cade looked speculatively at the lean frame of the young man who had rapidly become so dear to him. And why shouldn't I? Acting on the sudden impulse, he bent over David's bed and scooped him up as though he were a child.

"Wha…?" David's eyelids fluttered, but Cade shushed him.

"Taking you where you can get a good night's sleep, kid. Where we both can," he murmured. He navigated the dark hallway with his precious burden carefully and then laid David down on one side of his own large bed. With a sigh of relief, he lay down beside his protégé, pulled the sheets and the quilt over them, and prepared to try to get some sleep.

Sharing a bed with someone was strange, strange but not bad. Just different, he thought drowsily. He hadn't had sleeping arrangements that included someone other than himself since he left the pack, but this would be worth it as long as he could stop David's nightmares before they got bad. So thinking, he drifted off again…only to be woken by a muffled moan from the other side of the bed.

"Hey, kid, it's all right." Cade put out a hand to wake the kid up only to find that he suddenly had an armful of the shivering, lean form as David rolled unexpectedly toward him. "Uh, kid?" Cade wasn't exactly sure what to do, but David seemed to have no such worries.

"Mmm," he replied sleepily, nestling against his master's muscular side and pressing his face to Cade's chest.

Uncertainly, Cade stroked one callused palm down the younger man's spine and watched in surprise as David pressed even closer. Clearly, the nightmare was gone before it had even gotten started. That had been his plan all along, of course, he just hadn't reckoned on having to sleep twisted up like a pretzel with his protégé in order to achieve it. Yet having David sleep in his arms didn't bother Cade the way he might have expected it to. The close contact roused a powerful and unexpected emotion in him, one he could scarcely name even to himself. It also brought back memories of his few brief months with the pack when he had first become a shifter. Memories of going to sleep and waking up naked in a dog pile of warm bodies, feeling the comfort and security of the pack that he could never have as a lone wolf.

Not a lone wolf anymore, he thought absently, stroking the too long, light brown hair away from David's forehead. Never will be again, not as long as he's around. The thought seemed natural and right, and Cade wasn't sure if it came from his own mind or from the wolf inside. It didn't really matter at that point. The only thing that mattered was that he had found someone to share his life with, someone he cared about, someone he…he loved? No. Cade frowned in the darkness. Surely that wasn't the right word. He wasn't gay, although some of his sexual experiences since becoming a lycanthrope had certainly involved other men. And he didn't think David was gay either -- he was just a lonely kid who needed affection and attention. So it wasn't that Cade was in love with his protégé or that David was in love with him -- more likely, Cade just wanted to protect him, to care for him and comfort him. To hold him close and feel the warm, lean body pressed against his in the dark of the night while they both drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

And how is all that different from love? the wolf whispered inside his head, but Cade pushed it away. There was no need to put a label on every damn thing he felt, he told himself. The important thing was to feel it and go with it. To follow his instincts and right now everything inside him was telling him to hold David close and never let him go.

After that night, they slept in the same bed after every mission until it became routine. After a time, Cade decided his protégé was ready to participate when they went on a hunt. Slowly, David became more partner than protégé. And he was certainly more than a friend, but how much more Cade couldn't even say to himself. Only the wolf knew that, and he was careful not to consider the knowledge of his animal half too closely. He was careful, too, to protect David, to never go on a hunt without the most rigorous preparation and planning, because David was too precious not to protect, too important not to guard. And his pure humanity made him vulnerable. Too vulnerable to protect forever, no matter how hard Cade tried.

© Evangeline Anderson, April 2008
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Thanks for B-day Wishes!
Category: Blogging

Hi there guys. I just wanted to send a belated thanks to everyone who posted happy thoughts for my birthday. I've been busy with real life lately and got warned about checking my myspace account at work which cuts down on my time to check in. Anyway, I just want to say thanks to all my on-line friends who took the time to drop me a line and wish me a happy birthday.Big Hugs to all and I hope to be telling you about a new books soon.

Hugs, Evangeline

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Sizzling new M/M fiction from Evangeline Anderson
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Category: Blogging

Pledge Slave, new from Ellora's Cave. Check it out here:
http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419911910

Andrew Baines is a new member of Alpha Psi, a reluctant pledge to the college's most popular fraternity. On the last night of Hell Week, Andrew completes his initiation with a carnal act designed to humiliate him. But instead of disgusting him, the deeply erotic encounter arouses him almost unbearably. Andrew is confused and tortured by his reaction. He doesn't want to think about the terrible urges he keeps buried inside, let alone act on them…urges that will get him kicked out of the fraternity and disowned by his family.

Tony Ginelli is an Alpha Psi brother, the recipient of Andrew's act of erotic initiation. When Andrew becomes his slave for the next two semesters, Tony masters the handsome pledge in every way that counts. As Tony discovers Andrew's long-held secrets and desires, the lovers forge a bond that lasts beyond college. But while Tony helps Andrew face his demons, he is terrified to reveal his own dark secret…one that could kill the very man he loves.

Mmmm, yummy. Hope you like it and hugs to all.
Evangeline

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A Book about Breaking Taboos...
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Category: Blogging

Hi guys, I'm so excited to announce my new books, Eyes Like a Wolf, now available from Loose id. Find it here:
http://www.loose-id.net/detail.aspx?ID=502

I have to warn you, though, that this book is not for the faint of heart. Lots of publishers wouldn't have touched it with a 10 foot pole because it deals with breaking some well known taboos. But Loose id is braver than most and I'm proud to have Eyes Like a Wolf published with them. So here's a quick blurb to give you a taste of the forbidden fruit.

Hugs to all, Evangeline Anderson

Evangeline Anderson's Eyes Like A Wolf
Genre: Erotic Shapeshifter Paranormal
Length: Novel Plus

Rachel Kemet is a successful Assistant District Attorney living in Tampa. Engaged to one of the wealthiest men in town, her future seems assured. That is until her past comes back to haunt her. Barely a month from her wedding, she gets a call informing her that the most important person in her life has returned and he is being held at the Tampa police station on suspicion of murder.

Fiancé all but forgotten, Rachel races to the PD to find the man who has haunted her dreams since the age of seven--her foster brother, Richard. There is no blood tie between them but Richard reminds her of a deeper bond, one that was forged when the two of them were mere children—children of a strange, half human race called the Amon-kai.

Rachel doesn't want to remember the horrible night when her mother stole her away from Richard, she only knows that for the first time in seventeen years she finally feels whole. But Richard wants more than a simple family reunion—he needs Rachel in a way that goes against her deeply held convictions and beliefs. Rachel refuses to see him as more than her long lost brother but when Richard's murderous secret comes out she will have to make a choice between breaking the most forbidden taboo…or dying. .

Publisher's Note: While Richard and Rachel have no blood ties and their relationship is consensual, some readers, particularly those with a history of sexual abuse or incest, may find this story disturbing.This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and other situations that some readers may find objectionable: Dubious consent, attempted rape, violence..

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I Lost It
Category: Blogging

            Lately it seems that I only blog when I have a new book come out or when I am in deep emotional pain. Get ready, people, because this is one of the latter.  So be warned—there is nothing funny or sexy or titillating about this blog entry.  It's about loss and pain.

            For a whole week I thought I was pregnant.  Well, I guess I was pregnant, in a way.  I took three home tests and they all came back positive.  I know my period was way late and I was starting to have funny feelings south of the border. Taken all together, it was enough to convince me that by the end of the year I would be experiencing what most women say is the most joyful and frustrating experience of their life—motherhood.

            Now please understand, I am not, nor have I ever been, one of those women who longs for a baby.  In fact, for years my hubby and I said we didn't want one.  We were happy in our lifestyle of sleeping in late on the weekends and taking vacations when we wanted to, of staying up to all hours, and pretty much doing whatever we damn well pleased.  But then I started to feel the urge…well, not a strong urge, I admit.  Just a feeling that I would regret it if I never at least tried to have kids.  Accordingly, my husband and I threw away the birth control and if we didn't exactly start trying to get pregnant, at least we didn't exactly try not to get that way either.  I bought an ovulation kit which sat unused on my sink counter and tried not to freak out if my period was a couple of days late.

            Of course, my few intimate friends could tell you that I did freak out even though I tried not to.  I guess I still wasn't convinced that the wonderful state of motherhood was for me.  This was not for lack of trying on my family's part.  My aunt, who I love like a mother since my own mom is gone, wanted badly to have another grandchild.  I know she was praying fervently that I would turn up pregnant and I let some of her certainty that this was a good thing spread to my own way of thinking. 

            Still, when I took that first home pregnancy test in the early hours of the Thursday before last, I was very shaken when I saw a plus instead of a minus staring at me from the little round window.  I took it to the bedroom and woke up my husband, telling him, "I think you need to see this."  He seemed a little confused too but then he held me close and said, "It's all right.  We'll be all right.  This is good news."

            Over the course of the next week, I got used to my good news.  I told only a very few people at my work (for which I am now extremely grateful) and of course I told my aunt, who insisted on telling the whole family. I have a coworker who just had a baby five months ago and she began advising me on everything I needed to do.  There was an entire list of things starting with finding reliable daycare because there is a year waiting list everywhere you go to baby-proofing the house and getting the right kind of pacifier. I did the daycare thing all right—I'm not one to sit on a problem if I can help it—but I hadn't gotten around to the home improvements part of the pregnancy yet for which, again, I am very grateful.

            I guess I should have known that something was wrong.  I didn't have any morning sickness (although I know some women don't) but my breasts got a little tender and for some reason my sense of smell became super sharp. Basically, everything begin to stink.  But my clue to the wrongness going on inside me wasn't necessarily external.  On Wednesday after work I began having severe back cramps and pain.  There was no spotting so I just figured I had pulled my back somehow during what had been a very busy day at work. I was scheduled for my first ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />OB appointment on Friday so I thought I could ask about it then. In the mean time, I didn't dare take any medication I thought might harm the baby. Instead I lay in bed with a heating pad under my back and tried to sleep.

            Then on Thursday night, I began having what I thought were terrible lower intestinal cramps.  But I didn't think anything of it because my husband was having the same symptoms.  I thought we had both eaten something that disagreed with us and chalked the pain up to indigestion.  It didn't seem fair, however, that my husband was able to get over the malady in a few hours while I was up all night with severe pain.  In retrospect, it seems very obvious that I should have seen these cramps for what they were but I guess I didn't want to. Because by then, I had begun to believe the dream.

            Yes, unsentimental as I am, I began to think I might make a half decent mother.  After all, I had a wonderful example.  My own mom was artistic, creative, loving, compassionate, and gave me the love of reading which turned into the love of writing when I got older.  What more could I ask for?  I thought if I could only be half the mom my own mom was I would be doing a damn find job.

            My husband got excited too.  I thought I was about five weeks along so we looked up websites about what to do and what the baby would look like by now.  We knew it was supposed to have a tiny heartbeat already and we lay in bed at night consumed with the idea that there were three of us under our warm quilt instead of just two. We stayed up till the wee hours talking about baby names, although we never did decide on one.  We started calling the baby 'peanut' since that was the size the websites said it was.  And we couldn't wait for the second trimester when we would first feel the baby move.

            So on Friday, despite a sleepless night of searing abdominal cramps which I chalked up to the dinner from the night before, I was very excited to go to the OB.  I sat and waited with many other women, their pregnant bellies on display like badges of honor. I gave blood, talked to the nurse practitioner, and even to my OB who was a kind and professional man I would recommend to anyone.  And then they said that if I wanted to wait, they could do an early sonogram and I could see the baby's heartbeat.

            The ultrasound tech was very backed up and it was a long wait.  But how I wanted to see that heartbeat!  So I waited, reading the huge array of pregnancy magazines they had given me and wondering when the stupid indigestion from the night before would ever pass.

            At last the tech called me into the room (I think I was her last patient that day) and did the procedure.  But there was a problem…there was no heartbeat to see.  The sono tech told me not to worry because obviously I had my dates confused.  What she saw inside me was a tiny sac that looked more like I was 4 weeks along rather than more like 6 which was what the OB estimated based on the first day of my last menstrual cycle.  But I knew my dates were correct.  I knew because the first day of my last cycle was the day my younger sister had her gallbladder out.  Since I was waiting anxiously for her to get out of the second major surgery she'd had in the past two months when I started, it wasn't a date I was likely to forget. I told the tech this and suddenly she thought it was important that I talk to the doctor one more time.

            I could tell right away that this wasn't good but I didn't know how bad it was until he told me frankly that it looked like I might have a miscarriage. Tears welled in my eyes even though I tried to stop them as he explained that I might have simply an empty sac implanted in my uterus, a collection of cells that had gotten together for a while and tried to grow but couldn't make a go of it.  He told me that in cases like this the baby that might have resulted from such a start would have had no chance at survival and that it was better this way. He also said that these cases usually 'worked themselves out' but if not, we would have to schedule a D&C, a prospect which struck terror into my heart.  I didn't want to go through any more procedures at that point.  I just wanted things to be over and I could tell from the doctor's kind but sad tone of voice that he had no doubt that it would take very long for my first foray into pregnancy and motherhood to end.

            On the elevator ride down I tried to stifle my sobs.  I don't like to cry in public.  I don't like to make a scene.  But I was all alone, having foolishly told my husband, aunt, and sister, all of whom offered to come with me, that I would be fine, it was only the first visit, and they could come with me the next time. I will never make that mistake again.  You need support for this kind of thing and I don't mean telephone support either.  You need a pair of arms around you and someone to tell you that it isn't your fault.

            I got to my car before I lost it.  I could still feel the cramping and pain and this time I didn't kid myself about what it was.  I called my husband and drove blindly to my aunt's house because I didn't know where else to go. My husband came straight from work and I told him and my aunt everything between sobs.  We talked and prayed together but nothing could take away the pain.  The last time I felt pain like this was when my mother died and I realized that I would never see her again on this plane of existence. It was devastating.

            It wasn't long after I finally went home that I started to bleed.  And then I knew that there was no hope at all.  That I was losing it.  That peanut was nothing but an empty shell that had attached itself to me and given me one brief week of believing I might get a chance to see what kind of mom I'd make.

            In the movies and on TV, when someone has a miscarriage it's always a sudden, unexpected, and dramatic event.  The woman wakes up in a puddle of blood and knows that something isn't right.  But nobody ever tells you that it can be a slow process too.  That you can lay in bed having what feels like the worst cramps of your life for hours and know that it is what you thought was your baby slowly leaving your body. 

            I think besides the loss, the worst thing about it is the horrible feeling of inadequacy.  The feeling that every other woman in the world is capable of doing something that you apparently are not.  My OB was kind enough to tell me that my situation was in no way caused by me or anything I did.  He even said that 30-50% of pregnancies end in miscarriage and most of the time the woman involved doesn't even know.  Was your period a couple of days late?  Think that was just a coincidence?  Apparently not.

            But even though everyone told me it wasn't my fault and my husband held me and said that he loved me anyway, I still felt like I had taken everyone's beautiful dreams, including my own, and smashed them on the hard tile floor of my bathroom when I saw that first drop of blood and I knew it was over. 

             My OB says that a miscarriage is actually a positive sign that everything is working correctly and that conception of another, healthy baby is possible. But I don't know if my husband and I will be trying again.  I think maybe it's time to pull out the box of condoms or get another order of birth control pills.  Because as cowardly as it might sound, I just don't know if I want to go through this again.  I was only 'pregnant' for a week this time.  What if I carried a baby longer the next time, what if I had a name all picked out and a nursery decorated?  How much more horrible and heart wrenching would this process have been? No thank you—I don't need that kind of pain in my life if I can avoid it.

            I wish I could end this on a positive note and say that I know there is a reason for everything but I just can't.  I don't understand why this happened to me or why it has to happen to any woman.  I don't know what these feelings of pain and inadequacy can do for me except to give me compassion for anyone else who has ever gone through this very painful process.  I just know it hurts and I feel like shit.

            So I'm sorry this is a downer blog but I'm feeling pretty low right now.  But as always, it helps to write it out.  And if anyone who might read this had gone through the same thing, know that you are not alone. It hurts but I hope that it will pass.

            Goodbye, peanut.  I loved you as long as I could.

      Evangeline

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