☩Review & New Release: FERVENT (Condemned Series: Book Three) by Gemma James☩




Title: Fervent
Author: Gemma James
Series: Condemned #3
 Release Date: April 30, 2015
I never imagined things could get worse, but they do. The men who took us show no mercy. They won’t stop until they’ve destroyed Rafe for something he has no memory of, and I’m their weapon of choice.
Tortured and defiled, they make me wish I was back in that cabin where death was favorable to drawing another breath, but our captors can’t break what’s already broken.
What scares me is the madness I see festering inside Rafe. I’ve taken his freedom, his career, his reputation, yet despite all I’ve done, he’s determined to fight for me, kill for me, give everything he is for me.

He’ll even die for me.

NOTE TO READERSFERVENT is a new adult dark romance with disturbing themes and explicit content, including sexual scenes and violence that may offend some. Intended for mature audiences. Part three of the CONDEMNED series. This is not a stand-alone read! Please begin with TORRENT and RAMPANT, otherwise, FERVENT might not make much sense.



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Fervent (Condemned #3) by Gemma James

Rafe & Alex continued



Well, I’d like to tell you that this was wrapped up in a pretty little nutshell… BUT I CAN’T!!!   I can’t even hardly breathe after this mayhem and bedlam. Gemma does an bang up job of sucking your ass in (AGAIN), chewing you up, and spitting you out so your insides are like a pile a goo! Rafe and Alex’s story is one of havoc, turmoil, and disorder, but rest assured, Gemma just needs to drag us through the mud a little while longer before she concludes this dreadful tale.

Rafe is still suffering memory loss and I’m fairly certain I wanna kick him in the head until it comes back. I’m not saying that I don’t like the Rafe that’s kinder and gentler, but I do (with all my nasty tainted heart) miss that sinister and destructive Rafe that wants to hurt Alex (in a good way) and in turn hurt me! Ahhhh… so good!! Rafe is faced with so many hindrances in this book not only for himself but for Alex.   What will he do? How will he save himself this time and more importantly, how will he save Alex from herself? So many questions, so little time.

Alex is one tough cookie. Rapes, beatings, and torture are just scratching the surface of what she needs to deal with. Death almost seems like a welcome mat in her world!   I cringed every time I saw “Alex” at the top of the chapter heading. I knew some bad shit was coming down the pike and I wasn’t sure my soul could handle anymore. This girl would sell her soul to the devil before she’d ever give up on Rafe. Now that’s love people.

The supporting character cast in this book is mostly made up of villains and creepy people.   Not really sure I wanna mention any names cause that would give some good shit away… but know this… People are not who you think they are… So many faces on one person. So, much hatred and disgust emanating off our villains in waves. So much death, so much pain, and so many shocking revelations that I am biting my fingernails down to the bone until Gemma gives me that last installment so pleasantly titled Vagrant!

This was fast paced with dialogue that even made me blush. The main characters have become a part of me and therefore their every move and each word has become my main concern. Fervent is dark and disturbing. You won’t want to put it down till you’ve uttered it’s last words.   Trust me… I chain smoked, I drank on a weekday, and I ate tons of chocolate to get me through this one!   Bravo Gemma, you seem to know right where to hit me!! Muah… I loved it!

5 Mutha effin’ stars!!!

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Author Bio
Gemma James is the multi-genre author
of several novels and novellas, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance.
She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction. She’s
morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial
killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of


She lives in Oregon with
her husband and their four children—three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving
boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.

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♫✩★✩BOOK BLITZ: Gone For You by Jayne Frost✩★✩♫


headerA debut novel from Jayne Frost…

For Cameron Knight, guitarist for Caged, women are simply an itch you have to scratch sometimes. Fun and casual is the way he likes it, and it’s saved him a lot of heartache.

Until he meets Lily…

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About Gone for You

As the guitarist for the rock band Caged, I know the rules: no relationships. No complications. Leave ‘em smiling when you go, but always go. Besides, it’s not like I’m ever in one place for more than a few days at a time. As the next hottest thing out of Austin, the band and I are riding the wave, and the music is all that matters.

Until her…

Lily Tennison has “complication” written across her beautiful face. But I can’t get involved. The timing’s all wrong. But she’s under my skin, and I can’t resist her troubled eyes and sweet smile. And I do have a little time to kill. Not much, just a few days in Dallas.

So I’ll scratch the itch and move on, like I always do.

Simple, right?

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Ch 2: When Cameron Knight Meets Lily

[The band has arrived at their hotel, a special arrangement due to over-eager paparazzi.]

My gaze fell on the figure that exited through the wooden doors a few yards away. Her blond hair swung from side to side, mimicking the sway of her hips. A smile played across her lips, crinkling the corners of her piercing blue eyes. My heart nearly stopped.

“Dude, close your mouth.” Sean knocked shoulders with me when he stepped to my side.

Giving him a sidelong glance, I saw Logan smiling appreciatively at the girl, looking her up and down. No way. Stepping away from them, I nearly knocked her over in my attempt to reach her before she got caught in Logan’s crosshairs.

Startled, she looked up at me, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear. Fuck me, the girl was hot. Taking off my sunglasses, I gave her the most seductive grin I could muster.


“Mr. Noble?” She glanced down at the paperwork in her hand without acknowledging my lame attempt at flirtation. “Knight, actually.” I was hoping for a glimmer of

“Knight, actually.” I was hoping for a glimmer of recognition

Her brows knitted together, causing an adorable little crease to form on her forehead.

I was Cameron Noble. At least that’s what my birth certificate said. But I dropped that shit as soon as Caged had a single on the charts, changing my name to Knight. My old man, Tyler Noble, the drunk that chased fame his whole life, was not going to get a nod of acknowledgment from me for anything I achieved.

“But you can call me Noble.” Not to be deterred by her cool demeanor, I quirked a brow and leaned in. “Or anything else you want, as long as you say it with a smile.”

Laughing nervously, she stuck out her hand. “I’m Lily Tennison. I’ll be your personal events coordinator while you’re here.”

Taking her hand, I squeezed it gently. “I like the sound of that.”

She took a step back, slipping her hand free. “Your brother explained the situation. If you would follow me to my office, I’d be happy to go over a list of the amenities and services we offer here at The Mansion. I’ll also take care of any special requests you might have.” Looking over my shoulder at Logan and Sean, she gave them a cheery smile. “Gentlemen, welcome to The Mansion.”

Turning, she walked briskly toward the building, ignoring the snickers that erupted from our group.

“Special requests?” Logan chuckled, lowering his tone to nearly a whisper. “I’ve got her special request—right here.” He grabbed his crotch, waggling his brows at me.

Slapping him on the back of the head, I followed her into the lobby, putting some distance between me and the two asshats I was with. The guys couldn’t hold it together for one fucking minute without acting like horny teenagers.

My cock stirred when the slit up the back of Lily’s pencil skirt opened as she walked, showing a nice expanse of her silky thighs. Scowling, I looked down at my boots. Logan and Sean might have been acting like horny teenagers, but I was the one sporting a hard-on. Perfect.

The lobby was decorated with huge vases of freshly cut flowers and cushy, leather chairs with side tables made of rich, dark wood. Following Lily past the polished marble front desk, I noticed a number of guests staring in our direction.

“Over here we have our lounge and our steakhouse.” Lily looked over her shoulder, giving a nod in the direction of the dimly lit space. “They are open for dinner only. Per your brother’s request, I’ve secured a chef to take care of your meals, en suite. However, you can order anything off the menu and have it delivered, if you prefer.”

Nodding, I kept my eyes trained on her face, hoping my cock would go into hibernation. Lily’s tongue darted out, sweeping her lip when she looked down at her paperwork. A perfect, pink tongue. Caressing the softest, pinkest lips I’d ever seen in my life.

She disappeared ahead of us, turning down a hallway where the executive offices were housed. I took the opportunity to stick my hand in my pocket and adjust my erection.

“You got a problem there, son?” Logan clapped my shoulder as he strode past me.

“Mind your own damn business,” I muttered, moving to his side. “And stop with the fucking sex jokes.”

Logan gave me a sidelong glance, peering at me over his sunglasses. “Dude, I’m not the one with the semi.”

Rolling my eyes, I stepped through the door of Lily’s large office. A leather sofa was pushed against the wall. Three winged chairs with rich upholstery sat in front of the large cherry desk. Oil paintings and other artwork hung on every wall. I wandered over to a group of four charcoal sketches next to the window.

A large “L” with a small flower dotted the right-hand corner of each one. The gritty cityscapes didn’t match the rest of the office’s motif.

“These are really nice.” I nodded appreciatively, leaning in closer to examine the details before turning to her.

“Um, t-thanks,” she stammered. The crease in her brow grew more pronounced when she noticed me looking at her. She dropped her eyes to the paperwork on her desk. I grinned, ambling over to take a seat in the winged chair in front of the desk.

“I’ve taken the liberty of contacting a personal shopper at Neiman Marcus.” She lifted her gaze, taking in our tattered jeans and t-shirts. “If you could provide me with your sizes, I’ll have some things brought over for you until you can retrieve your luggage from the Omni.”

“Is there something wrong with the way we’re dressed?” Logan removed his sunglasses, leaning forward and propping his elbows on his knees.

“Absolutely not.” She shifted in her seat. “I assumed since you didn’t have any clean clothes, you might want to order a few things. It’s totally up to you. There’s no dress code on the property, with the exception of the hotel dining area.”

Clasping her hands on top of the paperwork on her desk, she gave us a sincere smile. “Look, y’all, I’m here to help. I’m sorry to hear about your friend.” Her gaze fell on mine, holding it for a second. “Is he all right, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Fine,” I said, studying the blue depths of her irises. “Just a little banged up.”

She nodded sympathetically. “Let me get this paperwork out of the way. I’m sure you’ve had a trying day.”

Turning to the computer on the side table, she punched in the information from the sheet of paper on her desk. A few minutes later she stood, handing each of us a fat envelope.

“It was nice to meet y’all.” She extended a hand to Logan, and then to Sean. “Please let me know if I can be of any assistance during your stay. The bungalows are out back, at the far end of the property. Would you like me to call for a cart to take you there?”

“I’m sure we’ll manage,” Logan said with a chuckle, giving her a wide grin. “Thanks for all your help.”

He nodded at Sean, who thanked Lily as well before following Logan out of the office. She stepped around the desk and clasped her hands in front of her. I waited until the guys were out of earshot and closed the distance between us.

“So what do you do for fun around here?”

That perfect, pink tongue darted out again. I assumed she wasn’t aware of what she was doing, but I couldn’t tear my gaze from her lips. An arc of electricity flowed between us, drawing me to her like a magnet.

“Um…” She trailed off, seeming unsure of her words. “I’ve enclosed this brochure in the envelope I gave you. We have—”

“I mean, what do you do for fun, Lily?” Placing a hand on her arm, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Definitely electricity.

Staring at me for a moment, her arm dropped limply to her side. “I work.” She smiled up at me. “And I go to school. I don’t have much time for fun.”

With that, she stepped toward the door, holding it open. Nodding, I shoved the envelope in my back pocket, leaning toward her on my way out. She smelled just like the freshly cut flowers in the lobby. Like a spring day.

“That’s a shame, Lily. Everyone could use a little fun.”

It took a shitload of self-control not to look back when I sauntered down the hallway.

Before I made it five steps, the door clicked shut behind me.

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About Jayne Frost

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As a writer, you would think that would be a simple question…but it’s not. I spend so much time living in my characters heads, listening to their voices, that sometimes I forget about my own.

I guess I should start with the basics: the backstory. I was born and raised in California. At this point, I’m usually asked what it was like to grow up near the beach, but sadly, I don’t know. I grew up in the “other” part of California. Perfect for an aspiring writer, if you ask me. You learn a lot about keeping yourself busy when the nearest house is a mile away…and it belongs to your grandparents.

I spent all my time with my nose in a book, living vicariously through the characters, until I wrote a book of my own. I was ten at the time. It was a scintillating piece that cast the family pet as the protagonist.By the time I went to high school, I moved on to romance. Why? Because I met my very own prince charming. I wrote love poems in my journal about the green-eyed boy who stole my heart. He promised, the way all storybook heroes do, to sweep me away and take me on a grand adventure. And he did.We picked up and moved to the Lone Star State and began the story of us. The best stories begin without a road map or a compass. Veering off course makes the journey so much more interesting.

True to form, just when I thought my life was set, we started the next adventure. I traded in my cowboy boots and followed my green-eyed boy to Las Vegas. My home will always be in Texas, but my heart is anywhere that he is. Our beautiful daughter made the journey with us. Our son stayed in Texas, to write his own story.

Somehow, in the midst of the chaos that is our life, I find time to write. Writing is what I love. I might stray from romance every now and then if that is what moves me…but I always come back. Some of the stories don’t seem romantic at all. They are gritty stories about flawed characters that find each other and hold on tight. Those are the stories that speak to me. Because that’s life. I believe that every story should have a happy ending—even the difficult ones.

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¨*.¸¸.✶*¨`*New Release: Shattered Lies by Theresa Sederholt¨*.¸¸.✶*¨`*


Book: Shattered Lies

Author: Theresa Sederholt
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Lies are shattered, leaving death and destruction in its path. To save a child, they must make a deal with the devil himself.
They had a plan: two days—get in, ask the questions, and get out. Seemed simple enough. But you know what they say about best laid plans. Life always seems to get in the way of living.
Revenge can be such a bitter pill to swallow, costing others to make the ultimate sacrifice.
Jax’s need for control slowly slips through his fingers as Raven’s past attempts to steal their future.
Will Maxwell be able to hang on to his happily ever after, or will it be cruelly snatched away, yet again?

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I was born in Brooklyn New York. I am old enough to know there is no luggage rack on the hearse. I am married to a Professional Chef.

I have a son who is a Research Chemist and a wine maker. Yep I’m covered from the food to the drinks. I have 2 dogs Vito and Godiva.

I live in the United States. I’ve had so many different jobs, even I can’t keep count.
I believe if you give a girl espresso and Nutella she can change the world!

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✩★✩Author Spotlight✩★✩Kat Schuessler✩★✩

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When Lorelai Todd has her heart shattered by her boyfriend, she vows to never trust a man again. Six months later, she’s called to the hospital where she works to help with an emergency. She speeds to get there and is pulled over by Jay, a handsome cop who will eventually threaten to break down the walls she’s built around her heart.
After giving the sexy woman a warning and sending her quickly on her way, Jay regrets not asking her out. Fate seems to intervene when he’s called to the hospital to identify a potential kidnap victim and finds the nurse in charge is Lorelai, the beauty he pulled over for speeding.
He wastes no time in asking her for a date and she accepts, but hesitantly.
They learn they have much in common – from music to movies. But the most incredible thing they share is an amazing chemistry. The sex is red hot, they can’t keep their hands off one another.
Jay is falling for Lorelai fast, but he’s worried if she’ll ever be able to let her guard down and trust him. While he’s wooing Lorelai, Jay is caught up in the investigation to find the kidnapper who shot the young victim who brought them together. Lorelai finds herself involved, in more ways than one.
Their relationship is complicated by a mystery, danger and ghosts from their past.
But one thing is clear, their hearts are involved.
Can they beat the odds and find a future together?
Because there’s one thing for certain –
In the game of love – there should be NO BACKWARD GLANCES.


“So, Jay. I feel I have to tell you this, because a lot of people tend to have an issue with it when they find out.”

“Okay,” Jay replied cautiously, expecting the worst. “I’m Wiccan.”

Jay glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. “Okay, what is that? That’s like…witchcraft and devil worship and all that, right?”

Lorelai scoffed and Jay instantly knew he’d said the wrong thing. “Witchcraft yes, but there’s no devil worshipping involved. We don’t even believe in Satan, that’s a Christian concept. We don’t do blood rituals, human sacrifices, or anything creepy like that. But like I said, witchcraft and magic is involved. Does that bother you?”

“Not at all. I’m agnostic. I am interested, though. Tell me more about it.”

Lorelai smiled, obviously surprised. “Okay. Well, we believe in the natural power that the earth has. Wind, Water, Fire, and Earth—the four elements. Technically, there is a god and goddess, but only for lack of a better description. All of our power comes from those four elements.”

“So, it’s like that Avatar series?”

Lorelai laughed outright. “No, silly, we can’t airbend or anything like that. We just perform spells by drawing power from the elements. But it’s not as simple as waving a magic wand and saying incantations like Harry Potter. You have to call the circle, which means asking the guardians of each element for their help.”

“Are there good and evil guardians, or elements? Like black magic and white magic?” Jay asked, growing increasingly interested.

“That’s the biggest thing about Wicca. Real magic is neither black, nor white. It depends on the person casting the spell. If they have evil intent, it will work as well as a witch with good intent. Here’s the difference, any magic you do tends to come back to you times three. So if you cast an evil spell on somebody, that will end up coming back at you three times stronger, or three times as bad as your original spell. If you cast a good or helpful spell, it’s just the opposite. It will come back at you three times better than whatever you did. It’s the three-fold law.”

“So, it’s like karma?” Jay asked, turning a corner. Her entire religion was one that he’d been taught to reject, but he was starting to like the sound of it.

“Yeah, pretty much. Other than that, the only real rule is the last eight words of the Rede, which is basically the Wiccan bible, of sorts. It’s a long poem outlining what being a witch means. The last two lines read, ‘These eight words the Rede fulfill; An’ ye harm none, do what ye will.’ So basically—”

“It’s saying to do whatever you want with your powers, as long as you don’t hurt anybody else,” Jay finished. “And the consequences of breaking that are

having the bad spell sent back to you three fold. That’s really cool, Lorelai.”

“Really?” she asked. “You don’t think it’s weird?”

Nodding, he said, “Yeah, maybe a little bit, but all religions are a bit weird. But it’s not bad, and it definitely isn’t evil. I like some weird things.” He looked meaningfully at her, this strange, beautiful creature in his passenger seat. “And I definitely like some weird people.”

“Okay, is that a compliment?”

Jay chuckled. “You’d better believe it, beautiful.” Then he reached forward and turned on the CD player and pressed play. The car filled with the sounds of heavy guitar and drums.

“I thought you’d like to jam out to the CD I burned. It’s got Avenged Sevenfold, Bullet for My Valentine, Muse, and Blind Guardian on it. It also has some Dream Theater, if you don’t know who they are, it’s time for an education.”

They listened to the music and talked until they pulled into the driveway. Jay parked the car and got out to open Lorelai’s door for her again, taking her hand as she slid out of the car. He walked to her door with her and as they stood on her porch for a moment, he suddenly felt like he’d gone back in time to his first date when he was in ninth grade, unsure of whether he should kiss her goodnight or not. He knew he definitely wanted to kiss her, but he wasn’t so sure about her feelings. Everything he knew about her pointed to the obvious conclusion that she’d been hurt somehow, and he didn’t want her to think he was pushing himself on her. When she hugged him goodnight, and he felt her body pressed against his in that slinky dress, he couldn’t resist. He pulled her in closer and slanted his mouth over hers, pausing to see if she would pull away. When she didn’t, he finally covered her lips with his. He felt her body stiffen and for a moment, he thought she was going to run away. Then she softened, her arms came up around his neck and she was kissing him back. He deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers and his lips firmly pressed against hers, kissing her as if they were magnetized to each other. He couldn’t pull away from her if he tried. His hands roamed her body, molding to her hips and waist and pulling her against him. He heard her moaning, and he noticed how hard he had become from a single kiss. They clung to each other tightly, but after a moment, they each drew their head back to catch their breath.

After such a steamy kiss, Jay wasn’t exactly sure what to say, and she seemed to be in the same predicament. Finally, Jay simply brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Lorelai,” he said softly.

She smiled beautifully, and he felt proud of himself for remembering she was a hopeless romantic. To amuse her, he stepped back, put his left hand behind his back and bowed slightly, her hand still in his. She giggled and curtsied low in her small dress, before going inside and locking the door.

Jay got into his car and drove home. He was halfway there when he realized his head was still spinning so much from their kiss that he’d forgotten to buckle his seatbelt.




“Kat Schuessler has been an aspiring writer since she was a child, beginning with short stories starring herself as a superhero, hopping from sad stories to horror as she grew older, and finally landing on romance with her first published novel, “No Backward Glances”. She reads ceaselessly, plays the flute, and takes care of her two hamsters in her apartment in Ohio.

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¨*.¸¸.✶Review & New Release: Beauty’s Kingdom by Anne Rice writing as A. N. Roquelaure¨*.¸¸.✶





Mega-bestselling author Anne Rice, writing as A. N. Roquelaure, returns to the mysterious kingdom of Queen Eleanor in this new chapter of her Sleeping Beauty series. When the great queen is reported dead, Beauty and Laurent return to the kingdom they left twenty years before. Beauty agrees to take the throne, but she insists that all erotic servitude be voluntary. Countless eager princes, princesses, lords, ladies, and commoners journey to Beauty’s realm, where she and her husband usher in a new era of desire, longing, and ecstasy. Provocative and stirring, Rice’s imaginative retelling of the Sleeping Beauty myth will be adored by her longtime fans and new readers of erotica just discovering the novels.


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4 Stars
This is the fourth installment of A.N. Roquelaure’s (aka Anne Rice)  erotic Sleeping Beauty series. I certainly hope it does not end here for sure. I read the first three books right after I discovered Fifty Shades of Grey and absolutely fell in love with the enchanting erotic fairy tale. Which to be honest with you all is rare because I just never can get into fantasy reads at all. I have to admit I was already a huge Anne Rice fan having read most of her work growing up. She is a local heroine here in New Orleans where I am from so its only fitting that I am a stalker fan of hers. LOL Ms. Rice has always written very beautiful descriptive dialogue and Beauty’s Kingdom did not falter one bit.This book is the story of Beauty and Laurent becoming the rulers over the kingdom Bellavalten after the original queen and her son are lost at sea. Beauty and Laurent had already turned their kingdom over to their son and were living a secluded life of retirement. Bellavalten is in a fatal stagnant state. The former queen has left the once noble kingdom of pleasure slaves in a panic. Beauty and Laurent must try and resurrect the city to its former greatness. Immediately the both of them decide that slaves will be strictly volunteers, no longer being held against their wills. In the previous story this was not the case. This seems to bring a new sense of magical chemistry with everyone from the masters to pleasure slaves. It brings a sense of ease and calmness into the kingdom that was lacking in the other books for sure.

This is an erotic tale and does not give you that powerful romance factor that I felt at times was missing. So yes I was a little disappointed with that for sure. I loved how A.N. Roquelaure tied up all the characters from the previous stories. I loved visiting them all again. This book is a true book of BDSM in all forms. Is it politically correct on the subject?…probably not but this is a fantasy tale not real life. You will read about spankings, whipping, pony boys and much more in the tale. You will also get a great look into the struggle of excepting who you truly are. We see this in Beauty herself as she comes to realize she is not the alpha and really prefers her submissiveness over everything. This story is an unusual spin of an enchanting fairy tale and if erotic BDSM kink is your thing then I think you can’t miss with this one. The language is beautiful and OMG the sex is off the charts. I will admit to blushing and fanning a lot in this one. It’s a perfect read if your in the mood for some edgy kink for sure.

Anne Rice was born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana. She holds a Master of Arts Degree in English and Creative Writing from San Francisco State University, as well as a Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science. Anne has spent more of her life in California than in New Orleans, but New Orleans is her true home and provides the back drop for many of her famous novels. The French Quarter provided the setting for her first novel, Interview with the Vampire. And her ante-bellum house in the Garden District was the fictional home of her imaginary Mayfair Witches.She is the author of over 30 books, most recently the Toby O’Dare novels Of Love and Evil, and Angel Time; the memoir, Called Out of Darkness;and her two novels about Jesus, Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt and Christ the Lord: The Road to Cana. (Anne regards Christ the Lord: The Road to Cana as her best novel.) —- Under the pen name, A.N. Roquelaure, Anne is the author of the erotic (BDSM) fantasy series, The Sleeping Beauty Trilogy. Under the pen name Anne Rampling she is the author of two erotic novels, Exit to Eden and Belinda.

Anne publicly broke with organized religion in July of 2010 on moral grounds, affirming her faith in God, but refusing any longer to be called “Christian.” The story attracted surprising media attention, with Rice’s remarks being quoted in stories all over the world. Anne hopes that her two novels about Jesus will be accepted on their merits by readers and transcend her personal difficulties with religion. “Both my Christ the Lord novels were written with deep conviction and a desire to write the best novels possible about Jesus that were rooted in the bible and in the Christian tradition. I think they are among the best books I’ve ever been able to write, and I do dream of a day when they are evaluated without any connection to me personally. I continue to get a lot of very favorable feedback on them from believers and non believers. I remain very proud of them.”

Anne is very active on her FaceBook Fan Page and has well over a million followers. She answers questions every day on the page, and also posts on a variety of topics, including literature, film, music, politics, religion, and her own writings. Many indie authors follow the page, and Anne welcomes posts that include advice for indie authors. She welcomes discussion there on numerous topics. She frequently asks her readers questions about their response to her work and joins in the discussions prompted by these questions.

Her novel, “The Wolves of Midwinter,” a sequel to “The Wolf Gift” and part of a werewolf series set in Northern California in the present time, will be published on October 15, 2013. In these books — The Wolf Gift Chronicles — Anne returns to the classic monsters and themes of supernatural literature, similar to those she explored in her Vampire Chronicles, and tales of the Mayfair Witches. Her new “man wolf” hero, Reuben Golding, is a talented young man in his twenties who suddenly discovers himself in possession of werewolf powers that catapult him into the life of a comic book style super hero. How Reuben learns to control what he is, how he discovers others who possess the same mysterious “wolf gift,” and how he learns to live with what he has become — is the main focus of the series. “The Wolves of Midwinter” is a big Christmas book — a book about Christmas traditions, customs, and the old haunting rituals of Midwinter practiced in Europe and in America. It’s about how the werewolves celebrate these rituals, as humans and as werewolves. But the book also carries forward the story of Reuben’s interactions with his girl friend, Laura, and with his human family, with particular focus on Reuben’s father, Phil, and his brother, Jim. As a big family novel with elements of the supernatural, “The Wolves of Midwinter” has much in common with Anne’s earlier book, “The Witching Hour.” Among the treats of “The Wolves of Midwinter” is a tragic ghost who appears in the great house at Nideck Point, and other “ageless ones” who add their mystery and history to the unfolding revelations that at times overwhelm Reuben.

In October of 2014, with the publication of “Prince Lestat,” Anne returned to the fabled “Brat Prince” of the Vampire Chronicles, catching up with him in present time. This is the first of several books planned focusing on Lestat’s new adventures with other members of the Vampire tribe. When the publication of “Prince Lestat” was announced on Christopher Rice’s “The Dinner Party Show,” a weekly internet radio broadcast, it made headlines in the US and around the world. “Prince Lestat” debuted at #3 on the New York Times Best Seller list and ran for nine weeks during the height of the competitive Fall-Winter season, with another week on the extended NYTBSL. —-

Anne’s latest novel, “Beauty’s Kingdom,” is the fourth in her “Sleeping Beauty Erotica Series,” and the first to be launched in hardcover. Though the first three novels were published in the 1980’s under the pseudonym, A.N. Roquelaure, the name, Anne Rice, was added to the series in the 1990’s. About her erotica, Anne has this to say: “I believe in the erotic imagination. I believe men and women have a right to write and read erotic fantasies. My goal with the “Sleeping Beauty” books is to provide the most authentic erotica that I can for those who share BDSM fantasies.”

Anne’s first novel, Interview with the Vampire, was published in 1976 and has gone on to become one of the best-selling novels of all time. She continued her saga of the Vampire Lestat in a series of books, collectively known as The Vampire Chronicles, which have had both great mainstream and cult followings.

Interview with the Vampire was made into a motion picture in 1994, directed by Neil Jordan, and starring Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Kirsten Dunst and Antonio Banderas. The film became an international success. Anne’s novel, Feast of All Saints about the free people of color of ante-bellum New Orleans became a Showtime mini series in 2001 and is available now on dvd. The script for the mini series by John Wilder was a faithful adaptation of the novel.

In 2014, Universal Pictures and Imagine Entertainment optioned “The Vampire Chronicles” for a full reboot of the franchise.

Anne Rice is also the author of other novels, including The Witching Hour, Servant of the Bones, Merrick, Blackwood Farm, Blood Canticle, Violin, and Cry to Heaven. She lives in Palm Desert, California, but misses her home in New Orleans. She hopes to obtain a pied a terre in the French Quarter there some time in the near future.

Anne has this to say of her work: “I have always written about outsiders, about outcasts, about those whom others tend to shun or persecute. And it does seem that I write a lot about their interaction with others like them and their struggle to find some community of their own. The supernatural novel is my favorite way of talking about my reality. I see vampires and witches and ghosts as metaphors for the outsider in each of us, the predator in each of us…the lonely one who must grapple day in and day out with cosmic uncertainty.”