EVE LANGLAIS
Continuing our Burning Up July event, we are very excited to have the talented Eve Langlais. If you've read her you know you will get original storylines with humor and very sexy. And if you haven't yet, then let us introduce to you to her now. She has a ton of books already out that you just have to read!
Hi Eve! You recently released A DEMON AND HIS WITCH! Can you tell us a bit about this story?
Those who've read my Princess Of Hell series met my awesome version of Hell and Lucifer. It was such a fun world and amazing cast of characters that I wanted a reason to return, hence was A Demon And His Witch born. The new series, titled Welcome To Hell, will follow a new couple in each story. In book one, the hero is a fire demon and the heroine, a witch burned at the stake. It is packed with humor. Completely irreverent. And hot! It's meant to be a carefree getaway for those looking for laughter along with romance.
This month, you have SEEKING PACK REDEMPTION, the third book
in your Pack series set to come out on July 20th. What was
the hardest thing to write about this book and how did you
overcome it? It is so hard so write sequels. There are so many details a writer needs to keep track of. As part of a series, with avid readers, you want to recapture the magic of the previous books while at the same time making it unique. Also hard was dealing with the actions of a character from a previous book. You need to show his remorse, his need for redemption without sinking into melancholy. Fingers crossed I got it right.
In August, you have A DEMON AND HIS PSYCHO set to release. What are you most excited about for your readers to see in this book?
The funniest thing about this book is the heroine. She is nuts. Like totally off her rocker, and yet at the same time, she's emotionally scarred, a fact she hides behind violence and outrageous acts. The hero, who is deliciously hunky and grumpy, is also suffering because of a promise he made to a woman he loved. When he has to decide between honor and love, the fall is delicious.
Since this is the erotica event, BURNING UP JULY do you have any favorite erotica authors? Which erotica books are your favorites?
I'm more of an erotic romance fan, than pure erotica, but when I want to get a naughty fix, with a great story, I like to dip my toes in something by Laurann Dohner, or Cherise Sinclair.
You're a Canadian Romance author, but if you weren't an author, what do you think you'd be doing instead?
My day job is website programming and customer service. It's not very exciting, but it allows me to work from home which was great when the kids were little, and it pays the bills. My work is also flexible enough to allow me the time to write hot romances.
While writing, what essential items do you require to be productive?
I really do like the quiet, highlighted only by softly playing 80's music. I get alot of inspiration for those awesome retro ballads. I'm also a muncher, so I usually like to have something on hand. Nuts are the snack of choice since I started my low carb diet.
We're always looking for good recs! What book have you recently read and loved?
I absolutely loved a recent urban fantasy series by Kalayna Price, Grave Witch. It is so original with Fae,ghosts and all kinds of yummy paranormal elements.
What does your writing space look like? Clean or messy? Any visual would be nice!
Sooooo messy! I tidy it every so often, but my notes tend to clutter the space quickly lol.
We are asking authors participating in the event to share a favorite drink recipe with readers. Do you have one you'd like to share?
lol, my drink of choice is usually water, but when hubby has his way, he gets me to suck back a few Cocksucking Cowboys. Nasty name lol, but the shooters are delicious and compiresed of 1/3 Bailey's liquer and 2/3 Butterscotch liquer. It's sweet, but good ;p
EXCERPT
He understood that, and fuck it all, he didn’t care. A wildness consumed him, and he could no longer find the will to care about anything other than finally quenching the insatiable hunger inside. A hunger for Katie and Katie alone.
No longer battling himself, he took note of his surroundings, but the stairway with its wrought iron railing and stone steps couldn’t hold his interest. The glimpses he kept catching of Katie’s panties as she bounced up the steps, though, now that kept his interest piqued. Sheathing his sword finally, the metal one, not the flesh one – but that was coming real soon – he caught up to her and pulled his hand free.
When she whirled to protest, he picked her up and took the stairs two at a time.
The giggle as she clutched at him rang like music to his ears. “You’ll wear yourself out. It’s still two more flights.”
“It’s you that needs to worry about stamina,” he growled. “It’s been more than three hundred years since I’ve had a woman.”
“Thanks for the warning,” she whispered in his ear. “That means I better take care of you first so you’ve got time to recover for the main event.”
Not sure what she meant, but more eager than ever to find out, Xaphan sprinted the last few steps and booted open the door to the hallway.
“Number?” he growled.
“Last one on the end.”
Arriving at the door, decorated in a wreath of dead bunnies, real ones, he let her slide down the length of his body, and then placed his hands on her waist as she unlocked the door. She no sooner stepped in than he crowded in behind her, slamming the door shut only a second before he pressed her up against a wall, finally allowing himself to kiss her again. He’d only held off this long for the promise of privacy. No eyes but his were allowed to see Katie in all her naked glory.
Speaking of which... Seams were such fragile things and didn’t last long with a pair of hands determined to rend them apart. In moments, her clothes lay in tatters on the floor and he swallowed hard at the beauty of her. Wide hipped, indented waist, round belly with a twinkling jewel in the middle, and heavy breasted, every inch of her was womanly, and mine.
Possessive or not, he intended to lick, caress and discover every inch of her. To imprint himself upon her creamy skin. To mark her with his cream. To…
Holy. Fuck.
Before he’d finished drinking his fill of her, she’d unbuckled his pants and pulled him free. Dropping to her knees, she never lost her grip on him, sliding her tight grip back and forth on his dick. Bracing a hand on the wall, he couldn’t help thrusting into her caress.
“What are you doing?” he grunted.
“Me?” She peered up at him, big eyes rounded in innocence. “Having lunch, of course.” Then she sucked him into her mouth and Xaphan just about exploded.
One lucky maiden will win A DEMON AND HIS PSYCHO
