Annabel is new to Black Velvet Seductions, but she’s coming on board with a bang! I’m interested to learn more about her and her new book, Edgeplay.
NA: How did you come up with the idea for your book?
AA: I became interested in BDSM when I read the Wicked Lovers series by Shayla Black. I thought to myself, I can do this! And what fun it has been writing in the genre.
NA: What is the main thing you want readers to take away from your book?
AA: That a woman can be powerful and sexy. She can be Dominant and take control of her own sexual desires. I want to empower women, as well as show that men can be submissive and powerful in their own right as well.
NA: A fun fact about writing your book.
AA: I actually started out with the main character as a man! I then switched it when it wasn’t working for the story. Now we have Ava Goode, and she’s here to stay!
NA: What started you on the path to writing?
AA: I actually started out in film school, with aspirations of being a director. I then found out I wasn’t very good at it and fell back on writing. I instantly fell in love with it. So here I am.
NA: What do your friends and family think about your being a writer?
AA: They have been very supportive! Especially my parents. My mother is always my first beta reader (even with the sexy stuff) and she’s my biggest fan.
NA: The biggest surprise you had after becoming a writer
AA: That making it in this business is not so easy. I really thought that I would be ahead of where I am today, but these things, gathering an audience, making sales, it all takes time. It’s important not to give up though!
NA: Do you outline books ahead of time or are you more of a by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer?
AA: I’m a by-the-seat-of-my-pants writer. I usually have an idea of where things are going, but I mainly just sit my butt down and write. Sometimes, I’ll brainstorm, if I get exceptionally stuck.
NA: Do you have quirky writing habits?
AA: I don’t think it’s quirky, but I like to have specific playlists, specific songs that guide my muse through the story. I also have all the settings on Word to my preference as well.
NA: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
AA: I’m pretty much always writing…it’s kind of an obsession. But when I make myself take down time between novels, I’m usually researching and watching Jurassic Park over and over again!
NA: Why did you choose the shirt you have on?
AA: It’s a very hot day today, so I needed something light and airy, and it’s my Jurassic Park t-shirt, so it’s a favourite of mine. You can obviously tell there’s a theme that I like Jurassic Park and dinosaurs! Haha.
NA: What errand/chore do you despise the most?
AA: I despise cleaning the bathroom sink! But does the gym count as a chore? I hate that too, but I do that three times a week.
NA: What famous person would you like to have dinner with?
AA: I’d love to have dinner with Henry Cavil! Superman and a candlelit dinner for two, sounds like another novel in the making!
NA: What are you working on now?
AA: I am currently working on Goode Pain 03, Rigged. There will be five in the series, plus a spin-off set of novels, in the same universe, but different characters. Very exciting!
Edgeplay blurb:
By day Ava Goode is in the insurance game, getting her work done and being a model employee. But by night she retreats to her secret world where she dominates those that seek to submit to her.
This private world gets turned upside down the moment she meets Gabriel Burton; a man who is not only successful, but works for her father—and dating men in her father’s office is a big no-no. But, it’s hard to resist your deepest desires, especially when they kneel before you and kiss your feet, like a good boy.
Excerpt:
“Hello,” I said.
He turned, his brilliant brown eyes, the colour of chocolate, staring into me, surprising me. They were deep, beautiful, stunning. I was also hit with his cologne, which again, was manly. It was what I expected, what most men wore, too, but it nearly floored me.
“Well, hello,” he said, his eyes quickly looking me over, taking in the dress.
The woman in red, who happened to also be blonde, sighed as she saw that she lost to the younger woman. She turned and walked away, leaving us to our conversation.
“It seems I’ve saved you from an awkward encounter,” I said, glancing to the older woman, who was now at another young business man’s side.
“Yes, I should thank you,” he replied with a frown as he looked to the other woman.
“No need,” I said, “I’m really over here to cause trouble anyways.”
“You aren’t busy with your boyfriend or husband?” he asked, unsure.
I burst out laughing, shaking my head. “No, no boyfriend, and certainly no husband.”
“Not the marrying type?” he asked.
“Not really the relationship type,” I replied, eyeing him hungrily.
I had let my puppy eat me out twice more on Thursday evening, but I actually hadn’t had sex in almost a year. A lot of people think that BDSM is all about sex, but even with my puppy, he didn’t really expect actual intercourse. He expected me to Dominate him; but of course there was a sexual aspect with him, in denying him his orgasm and such. He wanted to be my puppy and all that it entailed. He didn’t pay me for the pleasure. I met him at a BDSM club and he worked his way up to being allowed to be my puppy.
But, it was also true that though I hadn’t had sex in almost a year, it had been nearly eight years since I had had a relationship. It didn’t interest me.
“Oh,” he said, nodding as he looked to his champagne, his eyes constantly coming back to me. “And what type are you?”
“The casual type,” I said with a little shrug, the heat from his body sinking into me, making me feel drunk almost. I tried to clear my mind, even as I stared into those brilliant brown eyes.
“Casual is good,” he said, faintly smiling, obviously enjoying looking at me.
“I guess I should let you in on a little secret,” I said, leaning into him seductively.
“Oh? What’s that?” he asked, doing the same, playing along.
“I’m breaking the rules,” I said with a little sly smile.
His brow furrowed. “What rules?”
“I’m Ava Goode,” I said, putting out my hand to shake his.
His eyes widened a little bit, his brow high on his head before he cleared his throat, nodding. “I should have recognized you from your picture in your father’s office.”
I winced a little. “Let me guess, my high school graduation photo? My hair is a mass of golden blonde curls?”
He let loose a sexy smile. “Yep, that’s the one.”
“How embarrassing,” I said, as I covered my face a little with my hand. “I’ve asked him a hundred times to get rid of that thing.”
“It’s cute,” he said, looking me up and down. “I’d say that he keeps it as a reminder to his staff that they should see you as his daughter, a little girl, rather than a beautiful young woman that stands before me.”
I felt my cheeks flush warmly, looking to him from under my long lashes, that little smile spreading across my lips. “I believe you’re flirting with me, Mister Burton.”
“I believe you are also guilty of it, Miss Goode,” he said, his eyes ablaze with that hunger I knew all too well. But…something was different. It sent a thrill through me, one I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Oh no, let’s not go there, I thought to myself.
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Annabel Allan is the pen name of author Stephanie Douglas. She lives in Toronto, Canada. Catch her original series, the Smoke Chaser series, available now!
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Charlie clambered over the rocks and was soon looking down at the small cove, sparkling blue and gold under the descending sun. The haunting song grew louder the closer she got to the sea. Now it seemed to be outside her head, rising from the peaceful water below to weave its magic around her. The meaning shimmered, just beyond the edge of her comprehension. It was like trying to read words reflected in a mirror. If she could only break the surface of the glass, enter the other side, she’d understand it fully.
almost lost her grip on the trunk. She clutched the wood so hard that a splinter drove into her finger, drawing blood, but she didn’t feel any pain. She could only stare, and listen, as the fantastical being moved through the water and poured his soul out in a stream of music.
Alice lives in London, UK, with her husband and son. By day she’s a compliance manager for a pharmaceutical company. By night she writes fantasy romance about shape shifting mermen, water monsters and time-travelling witches. Her first book, “A Merman’s Choice,” was published in January 2019 by Black Velvet Seductions. It is the first book in a fantasy romance trilogy inspired by the landscapes and legends of Brittany and Wales. The second book, “Music for a Merman,” is on pre order now. Alice has also written a short story, “The Sweetest Magic of All,” included in the BVS 
came up with what I think would be a perfect invention: the DEESKNIGHT SPACE ALIEN DETECTOR.
truly making peace in the universe. They can say, “We come in peace. Take us to your leader.” And we can say, “Welcome to our planet. Did you bring space gold?” Maybe all the strive in the world is due to innate conflict between aliens/humans that could be solved if we just knew who was who. So I’m for this invention idea. Anyone out there want to invest?
about writing this one?
I’m not a big one for the idea of time travel. Don’t get me wrong, I love history and the future intrigues me. But one step wrong in the past and I might not be around for the future. Am I right? And going into the future, I might learn a few things I wish I hadn’t found out. It would be very hard to live in the moment if you knew what the next moment was going to bring. Nope. Not in favor of time travel.
through with rivers and near the shores of the Chesapeake Bay, was rife with malaria. In fact, malaria did as good a job fighting for the new country of America as the soldiers. Half of the British army had been struck down with the disease, whereas the American army, having mostly grown up in the region, had immunity. I would love to see the surrender of General Cornwallis to General Washington, and to feel the enormity of our accomplishment. A small, upstart country with a generally ragtag army of farmers, had beaten the premier nation in the world. We had beaten the King.
In current time, I’ve walked the battlements of Yorktown. I saw where the cannon were placed, where our forces and the French bombarded the British, and where the Brits fought back gallantly but without success. I could imagine the cannon fire being heard in nearby Williamsburg, and I’ve walked those streets, too. That part of Virginia is filled with history, and you can’t help but feel it as you stroll the cobblestones of Duke of Gloucester Street or stand on the battlements facing the York River.
I don’t think there is anything more debilitating than fear. It’s a major factor in what holds people back and keeps success just out of reach. And the sad thing is, fear of whatever, is hardly ever real. That is, the reality of what we fear often never comes to pass.
only car. “What?” I practically screeched. “Do without a car???” I hadn’t been without my own transportation since I was sixteen except during my first three years of college. A car was independence, not just a vehicle. I was afraid to be without. What if I wanted to go somewhere?? Jack convinced me, however. The day we gave up the car, a weight fell off my shoulders. If there was a car alarm sounding, I knew it wasn’t my car. Pay the meters? Not us. And guess what. There was a cheapy car rental place about four blocks up the street. I think in a year and a half we used it twice. Fear would have added a burden to our time in the city if we had kept the car for those “what if?” times.
Terri Osburn writes contemporary romance with heart, hope, and lots of humor. After landing on the bestseller lists with her Anchor Island series, she moved on to the Ardent Springs series, which earned her a Book Buyers Best award in 2016. Her new Shooting Stars series is set against the glittering and gritty world of the Nashville country music scene. Terri’s work has been translated into five languages and has sold more than a million copies worldwide. She resides in middle Tennessee with her college-student daughter, four frisky felines, and two high-maintenance terrier mixes. Learn more about this author and her books at 
Whether it’s good or bad to give advice or receive it depends I think on how good the result ultimately turns out to be. Giving or accepting, we should beware, though. Giving advice is dangerous because our advice could be totally wrong and end up hurting someone. Or it could be right that time, and encourage the person and others to ask for our advice again, when we might not be so astute. Often we give the advice we would like for ourselves and it doesn’t fit the person asking at all. Or we don’t understand their situation fully.