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What was the first thing you had published? How did it come about?
The first thing I had published was Punishing the Art Thief, with Ellora’s Cave. That came out September 16th, 2010, and that led to another six books with EC before I began branching out. I was reading a ton of Ellora’s Cave books at the time, so they seemed like a natural place to submit my manuscript to.
Since then, I’ve self-published as well as published with Simon & Schuster/Pocket Star, Cleis Press, Wild Rose Press, and Penguin/Berkley Heat. I love having my toes in as many publishing waters as I can!
What genres do you consider your work to be? Do you foresee branching out into other genres?
In general, I write erotic romance. And more specifically, I write BDSM erotic romance (like the Enslaved Trilogy). But I also have some vanilla erotic romance (like Bedhead), and some “steamy contemporary romance,” such as Snowed in With the Tycoon, and the upcoming Entangled Publishing book The Tycoon’s Convenient Bride…and Baby.
But I really went over to another genre, in my opinion, with my upcoming Pulse Trilogy from Simon & Schuster’s Pocket Star imprint. Those books are dystopian post-apocalyptic erotic romance, and because they’re the longest books I’ve written (that’s not saying much, since I tend to write short), they have a ton of secondary plots and characters all interweaved.
Enslaved, Book 1 in the Enslaved Trilogy, just came out!
Blurb for Enslaved, Book One in the Enslaved Trilogy
from Simon & Schuster’s Pocket Star:
From a red-hot erotica writer comes an original eBook—a sensual romp across the playgrounds of the unbelievably rich and extremely sexy.
Elisabeth Anderson has seen Trevor and his friends at the infamous Manhattan BDSM club WhipperSnapper, where everyone calls them the BAD Boys, for “Billionaire Arrogant Doms.” The BAD Boys—Trevor Brooks, Marc Wilde, and Roman Chase—are aptly named; they’ve made money hand over fist due to their aggressive investing at the Brooks Wilde Chase Fund. These guys are so rich they can get away with anything, or so the rumors go.
Trevor gives Elisabeth full reign of his estate in Westchester, letting her do as she pleases. He has only two rules. Rule One: she must obey and submit to him while she is living in his house. Rule Two: always answer the blue cell phone. She’s happy to oblige, because being with Trevor makes her want to obey, to love him the way he seems to be falling for her. But Elisabeth’s never been good at being the quiet sub; she’s feisty and gets off on the punishments more than she does by pleasing Trevor.
Elizabeth can’t submit to Trevor the way he needs her to, so his friend and business partner (and fellow BAD Boy) Roman takes her in hand. But love triangles can have sharp edges…and somebody’s bound to get hurt.
And here’s an adults-only excerpt that you won’t find in the sample pages.
An excerpt from Enslaved, Book One in the Enslaved Trilogy
Copyright 2012 Shoshanna Evers
Simon & Schuster Pocket Star, All Rights Reserved
Elisabeth unlocked the door and went to the bed, kneeling. She remained as motionless as possible, her eyes shut, to give Trevor the chance to see her before she saw him.
What was going to happen? To spend one evening getting flogged in public was one thing, but to be alone in a bedroom with a Dom she’d met once before was another.
The door didn’t squeak on its hinges as it opened, but she heard it quietly latch shut. And a click as the lock turned in place.
She trusted Gregory, and Gregory said to trust Trevor. Which is why she shouldn’t be so frightened suddenly. Weren’t they just bantering on the blue cell phone not a moment before?
Yes. She could trust Trevor.
She must—at this point, there was no going back. Or was there?
So now she was alone now with him. With Trevor.
Elisabeth could sense he was quite close to her, despite being unable to see him, her eyes still shut. A whiff of expensive cologne that reminded her of something—someone?—and then the heat of his hand on her chilled face.
She whimpered, scared now.
She didn’t know this man. What he was into. What he’d do to her, or make her do to him. Men had some kinky tastes, that she did know.
“Are you okay doing this?” he asked. “Do I have your consent?”
“Open your eyes, Elisabeth. Look at me.”
She obeyed, and saw he’d dimmed the lighting, casting the guest bedroom in shadow, though still softly lit. Sconces on the walls threw golden highlights across the mahogany furniture.
“You look frightened,” Trevor whispered. “Were you scared I was going to slap you?”
Why would such a gorgeous man want her, when he could have anyone? His dark hair, neatly trimmed, contrasted sharply with green eyes the color of the emerald ring her mother had given her before she passed. Of course, that emerald was of poor quality, cloudy with flecks of—
“You need to answer me when I ask you a direct question,” Trevor prompted.
Well, then. Let the games begin.
“I forgot the question,” she lied, and gave him what Gregory always called her “brat face,” but that she preferred to think of as a cheeky grin.
“Then I imagine you’re not too frightened to continue.”
Elisabeth laughed. Trevor was totally different from Gregory. From the flogging he’d given her at the club it was clear he knew what he was doing. So what did he need her for? Certainly not to practice on.
“Keep laughing, princess.”
She promptly shut her mouth, her gaze flickering involuntarily over to the large duffel bag on the low dresser across the room. He’d brought it in with him.
“I don’t like to slap faces, but I will make it difficult for you to sleep comfortably tonight.”
“Sorry, sir,” she replied, as nonchalantly as possible, hoping to make it clear she wasn’t sorry. Her nerves continued their skitter jangle, but now she was in her element. She knew how to force a man to earn her respect.
Technically she was supposed to submit to and respect him automatically because Gregory had ordered her to, but that’s not how it worked for her. Never had.
“No you’re not,” he said.
“I’m not,” she agreed. “I’m a fucking masochist. A pain-slut, remember? Do your worst.”
Trevor reached out casually and grabbed her by her hair, twisting the black strands in his fingers until she felt the sting on her scalp. “As you wish.”
Also…. I have a contest going on! Just go to http://shoshannaevers.com/contests/ for a chance to win an autographed paperback edition of The Man Who Holds the Whip, a sexy BDSM erotic romance like Enslaved!
About Shoshanna Evers:
Critically-acclaimed author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories including Amazon Erotica Bestseller Overheated. Her work has been featured in Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and Best Bondage Erotica 2013, the Penguin/Berkley Heat anthology Agony/Ecstasy, and numerous erotic BDSM novellas including Chastity Belt and Punishing the Art Thief from Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
The non-fiction anthology Shoshanna Evers edited and contributed to, How To Write Hot Sex: Tips from Multi-Published Erotic Romance Authors, is a #1 Bestseller in the Authorship, Erotica Writing Reference, and Romance Writing categories.
Her BDSM erotic romance The Enslaved Trilogy releases April 8th, 2013 from Simon & Schuster’s Pocket Star imprint.
Shoshanna is a New York native who now lives with her family and two big dogs in Los Angeles, California. She welcomes emails from readers and writers, and loves to interact on Twitter and Facebook.
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