Friday, February 16, 2018

Featured Author: Ann Anders

  • Welcome Today's Featured Author
    Ann Anders!!


    (¯`v´¯) THE BOY
    `*.¸.*´ NEXT DOOR 
    ¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) By Ann
    (¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸. * Anders 

    “A decade. An entire decade.” She stopped in front of the Lean Cuisine and Weight Watchers dinners. Opening the freezer door, she picked out two lasagna dinners, two baked chicken dinners, and two chicken enchiladas and tossed them all in the basket.

    Chaz flinched at the thought of all the preservatives she was going to consume.

    “You on a diet or something?”

    She counted the meals in her basket and let the door slam shut on the freezer case. “I don’t cook.” She shrugged.

    “A decade is nothing. In the grand scheme of things.”

    Then she picked out coffee and sugar free flavored creamer. “I’m also cynical and divorced.” 

    And a box of donuts.

    “You’re a strange woman, Penny."

    “Not strange,” she responded without thinking. “Realistic.”

    He could argue with her. He could tell her about the lives he’d been unable to save, lives of innocent kids who’d witnessed an eternity of hell.

    Death was a deal breaker. All bets were off.  A decade. A divorce. They meant nothing.

    He’d simply have to convince her.

    (¯`v´¯) THE BOY
    `*.¸.*´ NEXT DOOR 
    ¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) By Ann
    (¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸. * Anders 

    She hadn’t imagined the heat coming from him, his strength and what had felt like protection. He’d stirred more than sexual arousal in her. He’d awakened her need for human contact, damn him.

    Inexplicably, she choked on a sob. Being touched, barely touched like that, ought not to have affected her like this.

    Crumpling under the weight of unwanted emotion, she slid down the tile and then huddled on the shower floor.

    Water pelted her from above.

    And suddenly she let out a wail.

    She’d put all of that behind her. Feeling like a woman, feeling just a little bit beautiful, worthwhile… like she mattered.

    It shouldn’t hurt like this.

    Feeling again.

    Book 2, The Devil’s Debutantes Series
    (¯`v´¯) HELL IN A
    `*.¸.*´ HAND BASKET
    ¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) By Annabelle 
(¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸. * Anders 


    She’d wondered how she would feel in this moment.
    She’d wondered if she would feel indifferent, or resentful even.
    And now she knew.
    Every part of her body came alive at the sight of him.
    “You’re here!” Until that moment, she’d not known how fearful she’d been that he would fail her.
    She had trusted him… but just as she’d trusted her stepbrother… her stepfather… her mother… and Lord Harold… well, she’d grown wary of disappointment.
    He stopped, for just a moment, and peered under her umbrella. “Where else would I be?”

    Married to the same man for over 25 years, I am a mother to 
    three children and two Miniature Wiener dogs.
    After owning a business and experiencing considerable success, my husband and I got caught in the financial crisis and lost everything; our business, our home, even our car. 
    At this point, I put my B.A. in Poly Sci to use and took work as a waitress and bartender. 
    Unwilling to give up on a professional life, I simultaneously went back to college and obtained a degree in Energy Management. 
    And then the energy market dropped off. 
    And then my dog died. 
    I can only be grateful for this series of unfortunate events, for, with nothing to lose and completely demoralized, I sat down and began to write the romance novels which had until then, existed only my imagination. 
    I am happy to have found my place in life.

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    I also host a Readers Group on Facebook Called A Regency House Party…  

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