After giving you teasers of the stories included in the Shades of Pink Charity Anthology in September, this month I'll tell you a little more about the authors involved. I interviewed them with questions about their contributions, their writing life, their works in progress...
Today, J. Annas Walker
Kallysten - First, thank you for contributing a story to this project. ‘The Princess’s Consort’ takes place in between two of your books. Would you care to tell us about them?
J. Annas Walker - Actually, it takes place during Scion’s Avalon. David has already saved Liz and fallen into an enchanted sleep. Cassy hasn’t made it make from Avalon when this story takes place. The relationship between Mills and Liz comes out at the end. I wanted to give them a chance to tell their story.
K - Vampires, witches and other supernatural beings have different characteristics according to which author gives them life. Tell us a little about what powers and weaknesses your characters have.
JAW - Male witches have the magical gene, but they don’t have active powers in the House of Dracul series. Their gifts are all internal and geared toward their mates. Witches, in this series, have secluded themselves, choosing not to have anything to do with society at large. It both gives them insulation and cuts them off from the world around them.
The vampires are more traditional. They burn in the sun, they have fangs, and allergic to silver. Born vampires have more abilities than made vampires. They can dream when they sleep, can compel made vampires like they can humans, and they don’t burn as fast in the sun. Everything else is fairly equal.
K - Is there one type of supernatural being you enjoy writing about more than the others? Or does it vary along with your mood?
JAW - My mood plays a big part in what creatures look good to me that day.
K - Can you tell us about your current writing project or next release?
JAW - The Jewel of Darkness releases September 25th with BookStrand.com. It will be the second installment in the Celestial Jewels series.
K - Would you care to share an excerpt from it?
Sabrina turned her face up to the hot spray. It felt good to push the water through her long, black hair. When finished, she gave the knobs a firm twist and reached out for the towel. The soft pile of fluffy fabric drank up the droplets as she stepped out of the shower. She used it as a wrap, tucking the edge in at the front to hold it up over her breasts. A second towel found its way around her head, twisted about her hair.
She padded over to the sink. Steam fogged the mirror over the marble vanity, allowing her to see an outline but no details. She started to wipe the surface clear but thought better of it. Instead she grabbed her toothbrush and the paste.
A quick dip through the trickle of water left on in the sink wet the brush enough to use. The mint-flavored gel foamed quickly. Sabrina made sure to carefully work the bristles around her fangs.
She pulled the towel from her hair and dropped it on the floor. Tilting her head to the side, she placed her lips under the faucet to pull water into her mouth. She rinsed out the paste twice and turned off the tap.
Before she could stand up, a hand reached through the mirror, grabbing a fistful of her hair. Sabrina screamed and braced herself against the sink. The hand tried to drag her through the rippling, silvered surface of the mirror.
A low voice growled, “You will be mine.”
“No! Brandon, help me!” Sabrina screamed.
Two strong hands squeezed her shoulders and shook her hard. That was not right. He needed to pull her to safety, not shake her up and down.
“Sabrina! Sabrina, wake up! Come on honey, wake up,” he said.
Brandon’s voice broke through her terror. She opened her eyes to see the serious look he wore. Tears slid down the sides of her face. She glanced around the room to make sure of her surroundings.
“It was just a dream. You’re safe at home and with me,” he cooed gently.
He rolled to one side and taking her with him, cuddling her like a frightened child. Kissing her forehead, he took an edge of the sheet and wiped away her tears. Strong arms encircled her like a cage, pressing the side of her head to his chest.
Sabrina listened for a heartbeat, but only silence filled the space. She sniffed back a sob and closed her eyes. Inhaling deeply, she took in his honey-amber scent and relaxed. The fear subsided as she found comfort in her husband’s embrace.
A knock on the door interrupted the peace Brandon brought her. From the weight of the rap, she knew it was her father. He joined them for breakfast most evenings. Tonight, he came early.
“Is everything okay? Those had better be screams of pleasure I heard,” Hadrian said through the closed door. There was a hint of jest to his tone, but Sabrina felt certain there was also a thinly veiled threat.
Before he chose to become a vampire, Hadrian ruled the known world as a Roman emperor. For him, old habits did not die hard. They never died at all.
“Yes, Sir,” Brandon called back. He nuzzled Sabrina’s cheek and kissed her again. “Do you want to tell me about it?”
“It was so real. My scalp is still prickling from where the hand had my hair,” she replied.
“What were you doing this time?”
“Brushing my teeth. I leaned in to rinse, and someone grabbed me. I didn’t see anything but a wrist. The mirror steamed up. I screamed for you, and then, I woke up,” she answered, fighting back more tears.
She pulled herself free and sat up. In the dresser’s mirror, she saw pink streaks on her face. Her hair tumbled around her, covering her naked breasts.
Sabrina asked, “Will it ever end?” She spoke more to her mirror self but said the thought aloud.
Brandon sat up with her, placing one arm around her. The other hand rested on her nearest shoulder. He rested his forehead against the side of her head.
“You’ve been through a lot. It’s only been six months. Give it some time,” he whispered.
“Time,” she said. “I have plenty of that now, don’t I?”
She pushed him back on the bed and straddled him. His bare flesh felt good between her thighs. Lifting her arms to stretch, she brushed her hair back from her body, revealing her breasts. The feel of the thick, blue-black curls brushing her nipples caused them to tighten.
Brandon grinned, flashing his fangs. “Oh, if your father wasn’t waiting, what wouldn’t I like to do to you right now?” He traced his fingers along the tops of her thighs to her waist. Palming her hips, he pressed her against his hardening dick.
Hadrian’s gruff, impatient voice called back through the closed door, “Well, he is waiting, and he doesn’t want to know the answer to that question.”
Sabrina covered her mouth with both hands to suppress another giggle. If it had been possible, she might have blushed. She only met her father six months ago. Although married, she still became embarrassed at the thought of his hearing her and Brandon.
Brandon pulled her hands free. “Don’t hide those beautiful fangs. We’re at home and can do anything we want to with each other. There’s nothing shameful in a man wanting his wife.”
“You’re right, but I suppose we should get dressed. Let’s go eat,” she agreed.
B - Thank you again for being a part of Shades of Pink. Any last word before I let you go back to your writing?
JAW - Happy Reading!
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