It’s March already?

Heck, it’s nearly April!

So where have I been? Working the day job, being sick, working the day job and being sick some more… seriously, I’m so over being ill in some manner or form.

First it was a doozy of a cold – which I’d half expected with the whole going back to work thing and exposing myself to all those extra germies – then just as I got that sorted the trees started dropping pollen. Now I’m not sure if it’s just a Florida thing, or maybe a very lower southern states thing, but holy-high-pollen-count-Batman! Everything, and I mean everything, gets coated in a thick layer of fluorescent yellow gack. That yellow gack is pollen, and this year oh-lordy-me did my body decide to have a field day with it. I seriously considered nose removal surgery. Adding into all of that I’ve been having some major tooth/jaw problems – like migraine-put-me-in-a-dark-room-and-let-me-scream problems.

The tooth problems *crossfingers* are the only lingering issue at the moment. And even those I think are on the mend. YAY!

Is it April yet? ‘Cause I’m really quite done with March! 🙂

Many of you have been emailing asking after Huntingdawn 3. After the washout writing-wise that was ’09, these little emails – even if they are as short as ‘when’s the next one?’ totally, and I mean totally make my day. As a reader I know what it’s like when there is a big gap in a series you like, so I just want to say thankyou for putting up with this slow-arsed writer who is finally getting her act together. I won’t give a timeline (mainly because I do hope to break it) but the 3rd book is being actively worked on, with some thoughts for a story a little outside the main prophecy storyline for a certain pesky jaguar cousin.

Oh and if you hadn’t seen earlier posts Dave (from the Diner) and a new girl to town Betty are the main couple in the next story.

All Boxed Up, available now!

All Boxed Up

Genre: Full-figured Heroine Erotic Contemporary
Length: Holiday Kisses

Christmas Eve is not supposed to be celebrated naked, tied up, and locked in a dark cardboard box. But that’s exactly where Aimee Small finds herself. Has she been kidnapped by some strange Christmas themed psycho-killer, fascinated with the owner of the local Christmas shop? Or is it something else entirely?

Joseph Christopher was not expecting to come home and find a huge-ass box in his foyer — especially one that makes noises. When he lifts up the lid, he finds that Santa’s come early this year and left him a tasty gift indeed: Aimee, the girl he’s been crushing on all year. She’s naked, bar some red satin ribbon wrapped, candy cane-style, around her luscious body.

Oh, yeah! Some years it pays to end up on Santa’s naughty list…

Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable.

When Loose Id put out a call to their authors about a group of shorts for the holiday season this great little vignette of a woman trapped in a box and the man who finds her popped into my head. It was supposed to be my first real foray in a storyline with BDSM. After all a short story would be perfect for dipping my toe in the pool right?

I’ve always had this impression that BDSM storylines usually have to be pretty serious – sexy, but serious – due to the nature of the power play (big sweeping generalisation there, I know). So I sat down and wrote this kind of creepy first page or two expecting my hero to come along and ‘release’ my heroine from her literal and figurative box, and on the story would unfold.

Well, that was the plan.

My hero turned into a bit of a clumsy guy – a computer guy with a heart of gold who’s really crushing on the shy-with-guys, but outgoing heroine. Not at all the Alpha with a side of submissive I was going for.

Instead I got pratfalls, and loose dangling ribbons just perfect for tripping over, a computer geek out to show his crush he’s just what she needs, and a girl who finally shoves her shyness to the side to grab at what she wants, and sex, hot sex.

A hot sexy comedy. Not serious at all. Bugger.

Oh well, maybe next time!

Witch Vamp Were? – the first review

This little link popped up in my Google Alerts (love Google alerts!)

“Anne Douglas has done it again. Her story is super hot and spicy with the perfect blend of mystery and humor to keep the reader entertained and reading until the very last page. The eroticism is beautifully captured and the relationship between the three main characters is not only immensely funny but also emotionally charged. The characters are enchanting and the story a must read, five star treat.”

“Witch Vamp Were? is an absolutely magical read. It was super funny with equally hot sex and friction. This is the kind of book where you need a cold glass of water and a towel because while the sex will make you hot, the humor will have you spitting that water all over the place. This is definitely a must read novel by an extremely accomplished author. I can not wait for more of these fabulous shifter/vampire stories. This book is definitely a present any time of the year.”

5 Stars!

Reviewer: Kimberly Spinney

Can’t ask for better than that for the first review 🙂

More to love

If you’ve read any of my books you’ll know that I’m a fan of the plus sized heroine. That means size 14 and above, not the Hollywood ideal that a size 10 is plus sized.

From Jo to Bea, Wren to Pearl, and Sam to Emma my plus-sized heroines have found themselves men who love them, generous curves and all.

I wrote my stories with these heroines for a specific reason — I’m writing what I want to read. Real women – no I’m not saying fat is ‘real’, just that a sz 14 is more realistic for the average woman than a size 4 or 6 – meeting real men (okay, I caved a little on the men, but hey, Rex in Accidentally Were? is a big hairy bear of a man) who fall in love with them as they are. Outside of Chicklit – where, face it, they usually get ‘skinny’ to get their ideal guy – it’s damn hard to find women of size battling the bad guys, solving the crimes and saving the day. I like to write stories about women doing exactly that. Well, saving the day maybe, suspense and crime drama storylines seem to be eluding me at the moment 🙂

Why am I rambling on about heroines with more to love? The ladies over at Smart Bitches, of course! They have an interesting topic up today: The Plus Size Heroine – the one who’s well adjusted. A topic near and dear to my heart.

Frankly, no woman is ever happy about her shape. If there’s not too much, there’s not enough. If the weight is right, the proportions are not. It webbles, it wobbles, and horror of all horrors… it all falls down! It’s universal – fat, thin or in between. Seriously.

As a plus sized woman I don’t want to read the ‘I’m so fat, and he’s my gorgeous gym instructor and he will only love me when I’m thin’ story line. I also don’t want to read the story that is ‘my life is so bad because I’m fat’ or the ‘I’m fat so I don’t deserve any better’ either.

I want to read stories with kickarse heroines who save the day, who worry about all the same things every woman worries about and finds a lover who thinks a bit of junk in the trunk (or hood in my case) is just what he needs keeping him warm on a cold winters night. NOT A STORY ABOUT A FAT WOMAN.

There is a difference. A really fricking huge one (no pun intended). Confidence.

People don’t like to read about size 4 Mary Sue whining her little head off about not being pretty enough, and they sure don’t like reading about Mary Sue’s size 18 sister whining about not being skinny enough. But they do love reading stories about women who have confidence (or find it over the course of the story), who get on with doing what they have to to succeed/live to fight another day/beat the bad guy/save the world — why not have that woman be a size 18? Make your heroines as diverse as the world live in, embrace all the different sizes and colours of women the world over.

Romance novels are a fantasy, an escape, it’s said. Well my fantasy includes a size 18ish woman, in some kick arse, sexy as hell 3 inch heels beating the fuck out of a bad guys goolies (with aforesaid heels), before reapplying her lipstick and making out with the hunky geek neighbour who’s in absolute awe of the beautiful amazon next door – not one of the Olsen twins on a ‘fat day’.

You know, that really is a good idea for a plot line. **scribbles on idea pad**

PS Imagea are of Fluvia Lacerda an intl sz 16 model pretty damn sexy – no?