Tell us about your journey to publication.
Well, one day at work, I was bored and decided to write down one of the stories rattling around in my head. No seriously. I was bored over my lunch break and just started writing. It was a romantic suspense about a woman who falls in love with her murdered husband’s younger brother as they search for the killer. The story was never published, and looking at the manuscript now, I can see why, LOL. The idea’s good, but the writing was atrocious. 😉
After that story, I drifted around a while, “trying out” different genres until finally discovering I like the hot stuff. Seriously, like it, LOL. Not sure what that says about me, but I really don’t care.
*grin*
Sex between consenting human beings, no matter the number of partners or genders involved, is beautiful to me.
What’s your favorite indulgence (food or spa treatment or other)?
Coffee, coffee and coffee.
Did I mention coffee?
In case you haven’t guessed, I’m a total coffee addict. I probably spend more at Starbucks in a month than I do at the gas pump.
*hangs head*
It’s quite sad. I keep saying “one day” I’ll get my addiction under control, but “one day” hasn’t come yet.
A Soldier’s Seduction is a “choose your own ending” book. Tell us more about that and how different it was to write.
For me, the hardest thing was to stop thinking in a straight line. These stories are fluid. You’re having to put together different storylines, remember what’s said in each storyline, make sure you don’t repeat yourself—or worse, forget to add something important that you mentioned in a previous “fork.”
It’s a real bitch on my ADD.
In A Soldier’s Seduction, my heroine, Gen, has to choose whether to seduce her best friend by taking him to a sex club or by inviting him to her place for an intimate night in. Does she entice him further by playing a game with melted chocolate or does she take him straight to her bedroom? Does she stay on their “private” platform at the sex club or do they go mingle?
And for the reader, part of the fun’s going back once you’ve finished and making different decisions on your next read!
What do you like best about your heroine, Genevieve?
She’s frackin’ fearless!
Once she realizes she’s in love with her best friend/business partner, Liam, she makes plans to do something about it. And damn does that girl go big! (And depending on which “side” of the story you read, one plan is bigger than the other, LOL).
What are you working on next?
I’ve signed with Silk Words for another CYOA story titled Uniform Seduction. It’s set in the same world as A Soldier’s Seduction and features Gen’s best gal pal, Lily Collins, as she has to decide between two equally yummy soldier’s: a female Drill Sergeant or a male Marine Captain.
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Excerpt:
“If I were into chicks, I would so totally do you.”
“You are into chicks, Lily.”
“Not exclusively.” Wagging perfectly sculpted eyebrows, Lily Collins, my best friend since braces, draped her arm over my shoulders and then motioned at the dressing room mirror. “All joking aside, Gen, you’re totally smoking in this nightie. I mean, just look at the way it shows off your rack. Who wouldn’t be mesmerized?”
Cocking my head to the side, I scrutinized my reflection. Lily had a point. The deep blue baby-doll possessed a certain breast-defying quality, and anything that could make The Girls stay in place was a testament to modern fashion design.
A delicate floral lace covered demi-style cups. A satin sash tied beneath the bodice, contributing to the grand illusion that gravity hadn’t waged a thirty-five-year war on my breasts. The same transparent lace overlaying the bodice fell in flowing waves, stopping just below my ass. The fabric managed to cover enough of my lower belly and inner thighs to keep me from feeling completely insecure.
Overall, I gave the ensemble a rating of classy with a side of seduction. Option number two, however, had a rating scale all its own.
I plucked said option from its hook and fitted it against me. The provocative two-piece leather bustier shouted sex. No, it screamed sex. The pure unadulterated kind that left you utterly exhausted and dripping wet between the thighs.
A purple center strip — overlaid with black lace — added a splash of color. The leather had hugged and shaped my torso like a second skin and sent my breasts spilling over their cups in what I hoped was an enticing display of cascading flesh. More precisely, I hoped Liam, my business partner and one of my closest friends, would find it enticing.
Liam England and I had met in an “Introduction to Programming” class in college, and an instant friendship had bloomed. Emphasis on friendship. And over the years, we’d remained close. We hung out on the weekends. We talked about the people we’d dated and those we wanted to date. We watched old movies. I’d been someone to lean on as his wife had fought — and eventually lost — her battle with cancer. He’d been the same for me after my husband had been arrested for soliciting a prostitute.
Our relationship, in many ways, was already very intimate, but we’d never crossed the friends-to-lovers line. I’d never really wanted to. At least I hadn’t thought I wanted to, but then he’d told me his National Guard unit was going back to Afghanistan, and in that moment, everything had changed.
Now, thoughts of Liam occupied my every waking moment. I wanted him like I’d never wanted another man, and thanks to Lily, I had a plan guaranteed to seduce my sexy soldier. Well, most of a plan. A few details still needed to be ironed out, like where we’d go and what I’d wear.
Lily gathered my mess of auburn curls into a loose knot against my head. “Just imagine what you’ll look like when you make your move on Liam. Hair pulled up. A little natural make-up giving your creamy complexion some color. Your skin soft and fragrant from a spa prep day. Fingernails and toenails painted to match the blue or purple of whichever sex-tacular lingerie you choose.” She made a show of lifting the front hem of my outfit. “And maybe I can even talk you into getting a Brazilian wax so Liam doesn’t have to hike through miles of bush to get at your juicy treasures.”
Laughter broke through anxiety, and I pushed her hand away. “Lily Collins, you’re incorrigible.”
“You know that’s right.” Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, she let my curls fall. “I can’t help it, especially when it comes to helping my main girl get laid.”
Before I could stop them, a swarm of erotic images invaded my thoughts. Me with my legs spread, a certain gloriously handsome blond between them. Kissing me, making love to me.
Liam …
I shivered, the images growing more vivid. Desire heated my blood and sent an arousing heat shooting straight to my —
“Oh. My. Gawd!” Lily squealed. “You’re picturing it, aren’t you? You and Liam getting it on.”
“No!” I lied. “Of course, not. I was just —”
“Liar, liar, crotchless panties on fire.”
Damn Lily Collins for being able to read me so well. “Okay, fine. I was picturing it. So what?”
“So nothing.” Her lips curled into a sweet, yet sad smile. “I only wished you’d realized how you felt about him earlier.”
“Me too.” With Liam heading overseas soon, I didn’t have the luxury of time. I had to tell him how I felt sooner rather than later, and how and where I told him depended on the lingerie I took home. My choice in clothing would define the role I played. The sexy girl-next-door who lures her conquest with promises of sensual food served in a quiet, yet provocative setting. Or the bad girl who entices her man with a night of public fornication at The Erogenous Zone, an exclusive Dallas club where sexuality and anonymity rule.
But which role did I want to take?
Crap, I usually wasn’t so indecisive.
My shoulders slumped, my gaze sliding to the ceiling. “I can’t decide, Lily. I like them both.”
“There’s no wrong answer. Either one you choose, you’ll knock Liam’s pants off. Literally.”
“Well, that’s the idea.” I handed Lily the bustier. “I’m making this too hard, aren’t I?”
“Pretty much.” Lily wrapped an arm around me. “Stop stressing and listen to your gut. What does it say?”
“That I should forget all this seduction madness and just tell Liam how I —”
“Genevieve Foster, don’t you dare!” Lily turned me so I faced her. “The man you love’s about to go to war. Doesn’t he deserve to be wooed?”
“He’s a guy. I doubt he gives a rat’s ass about ‘wooing.’”
“True. But what about you? Don’t you want to give him a sendoff he’ll never, everforget?”
My eyelids drifted closed. I wanted to give Liam my body, yes, but I wanted to give him my heart, too. I wanted him shipping out knowing I loved him. No strings attached. He didn’t have to return my affection — although I wouldn’t lie, I’d be ecstatic if he did.
“Yes,” I finally answered.
“All right then!” Turning me so I again faced the mirror, Lily held the leather bustier beside me so I could examine both outfits simultaneously. “Which way do you want to play this?”
I pictured myself in both scenarios. Wearing the baby-doll in my living room while offering Liam chocolate-covered nipples as a sexual appetizer. Or hiding the bustier under a flirty wraparound dress as Liam and I indulged in whatever sinful pleasures we’d encounter at The Erogenous Zone. Either way, Liam and I were in for one erotic adventure.
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Tagline: Welcome to The Erogenous Zone…
Book Description:
When Gen learns her best guy friend is going back to Afghanistan, she arranges a sendoff he’ll never forget. Will it be an intimate dinner at her place or an adventure at an exclusive erotic club?
Book Trailer: https://animoto.com/play/EjkT2i0o40WceCTraB8lNg
A Pick Your Path Story at www.silkwords.com
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About the Author:
Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that’s way more interesting than the truth!
In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.
These days, she calls The Natural State home where she lives with her hubby, two beautiful daughters, two dogs and a cat who has yet to realize she doesn’t own the place. Soldier. Wife. Mom. Multi-published smut writer. Brandi’s life might not be “traveling Gypsy” interesting, but she’s had fun. And in the end, isn’t that all that really matters?
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GIVEAWAY!
I love the idea of a choose your own adventure romance, but don’t think I could write one. I also love the idea of getting to *know* a female drill sergeant and a marine captain 😉