Critically-acclaimed
author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories including Amazon
Erotica Bestsellers Overheated, and Enslaved, Book 1 in the Enslaved Trilogy.
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 released in April 2013 from Simon &
Schuster's Pocket Star imprint, followed by the Pulse Trilogy, a post-apocalyptic
dystopian erotic romance releasing November 2013.
Shoshanna is
a New York native who now lives with her family and two big dogs in Northern
Idaho. She welcomes emails from readers and writers, and loves to interact on
Twitter and Facebook.
Shoshanna will be awarding a $50 gift card
for either Amazon or B&N to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.
Book
One in the heart-pounding Pulse Trilogy—a gripping erotic romance set in
post-apocalyptic New York City one year after an electromagnetic pulse destroys
America’s power grid. "Intense, exciting, and sizzlingly sexy—a perfect
post-apocalyptic romance!" (Heather Thurmeier, bestselling author of
Escape to My Arms and Stuck on You)
Emily
Rosen lives in a military camp at Grand Central Station, where women sell their
bodies to soldiers for extra rations. When she discovers a dark secret—that
America is rebuilding outside of New York City, and everything the city’s
refugees have been told is a lie—she escapes, the soldiers hot on her heels…
But
Christopher Mason, a convict who broke out of prison after the Pulse, finds
Emily first. Although he’s survived this long on the streets by looking out
only for himself, Emily is beautiful, alluring, and impossible to leave behind.
Now
Emily must convince this intimidating, magnetic stranger to be her guide as
they journey out of New York and into the unknown. She’ll barter with her body,
but sex with Mason can never be currency—it’s pure passion, and everything she
desires. Despite the crumbling world around them, can Emily and Mason discover
true love blooming in the darkest of places?
Excerpt :
Excerpt from
The Pulse, Book 1 in the Pulse Trilogy by Shoshanna Evers
Copyright
Shoshanna Evers 2013 Simon & Schuster Pocket Star, All Rights Reserved.
“Look at me,”
Emily said soothingly. “I need to see your pupils.”
She peered
into his eyes. In a perfect world, she’d shine a flashlight in them, but there
were no flashlights. The only light she had now streamed in through the dirty
glass panes of the windows.
Man, he was
good-looking. Too good-looking. And large.
Mason leaned
forward on the cot and grabbed her wrists. “It’s you,” he said groggily.
“I’m Emily, I’m taking care of you,” she said
gently. “I’m going to clean your wound. It may hurt.”
“I remember
you. I saw you that day, when they picked you up. When you got brought in.”
Emily looked
at him in horror. He was from the camp, he had to be. She shrank away from him,
feeling her heart race. The washrag hung limply from her hand.
Focus, don’t
be blinded by fear.
“I remember
you. When they took you away, it was me, hiding behind the cab,” Mason said,
staring intently into her eyes. “Are you okay?”
She
remembered him now, the man who held his finger to his lips. At the time she
had assumed he was hiding from the soldiers, just like she had been.
Like she was
now.
“You—you’re
not one of them?” she asked, hating how weak and scared she sounded.
“No. I’ve got
my reasons to hide from the law. Like you, I imagine.”
She laughed,
a dry barking sound. “Not like my reason.”
Quickly, she
quieted herself. The less he knew about her hidden radio, the safer for both of
them.
“Are you . .
. Why are you hiding, Mason?” She had to know, as much as she didn’t want to.
He was the only man around she could possibly trust—if he truly had nothing to
do with the soldiers.
As much as
she wanted to make it on her own, it didn’t hurt to know who her friends
were—and her enemies.
Suddenly, he
looked at her suspiciously. “I should never have told you my name.”
“I’m sorry,”
Emily whispered. “I saw the tattoo, on your arm. I thought maybe you had been
in prison.”
“Do you know
what they do to prisoners now, Emily?”
Emily looked
at him and cocked her head. “My understanding is they let all the petty
criminals go. The ones who were murderers, rapists, pedophiles and psychos they
. . . they shot them. Killed them all so they wouldn’t take up valuable
resources.”
“They kill
prisoners, huh?” Mason said, staring at her intently, holding her wrists. “So
what makes you think I want you spreading rumors about me being in prison?”
“I won’t tell
anyone. Not a soul.”
He dropped
his hands then, as if suddenly realizing what he was doing. “There’re no
computers to track me. No fingerprint files. I’m a blank slate now, and I
intend to start over.”
“What did you
do?” she whispered.
“I’m not
going to hurt you,” he said. “And that’s all you need to know. Understand?”
“Okay,” she
said softly, and picked up the rag to finish cleaning his wound, grateful to
have a task to keep her focused. He wouldn’t need stitches, but she’d have to
check him every fifteen minutes or so for a while to make sure he wasn’t
suffering from a brain injury.
Not that she
could do anything for him if he was. If his head injury was truly serious, then
he would just go to sleep and die. She wasn’t about to do brain surgery. She
couldn’t even if she knew how.
His T-shirt
was saturated with blood—scalps tend to bleed a lot. “Can you . . . take off
your shirt?” she asked tentatively.
“You don’t
have to do this,” he said. His face looked flushed, a deep pink coloring his
previously pale cheeks. “I’m not—I don’t expect you to—”
She took a
step back. “No! That’s not what I meant. I just—your shirt is ruined. Bloody. I
can wash it.”
He turned his
face from her for a moment as if trying to compose himself.
“Where you
gonna wash it?” he asked as he pulled the filthy shirt over his shoulders.
She glimpsed
tight abdominal muscles and an incredibly large, smooth chest before the shirt
came completely off . He had a sprinkling of crinkly dark hair leading down
around his navel, trailing into the waistband of his cargo pants.
Emily sighed.
“I don’t know. But I bet one of the shirts I took with me from Grand Central
will fit. Might be a bit tight,” she acknowledged as she ruffled through a worn
backpack. “Here.”
It was
definitely too small, outlining all of his muscles in stark relief.
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