Backlist Bash: Zillah Anderson

It’s almost the end, but I couldn’t wrap up this party without a little bit of glory from the resident world-dominant-in-training, Zillah Anderson. She’s with us today to show off her Rebel Ink Press release, Power Chord.

SHR: What makes this particular book your favorite?

ZA: It’s my first erotica title, and it’s a story I had kicking around forever, but was nervous to submit. I like being able to be a little rougher than I might from a female character’s POV, and I really like that I could put in a twist ending to shake everything up. It was fun playing with the fan/celebrity dynamic a little bit. We all have crushes on people, but I don’t think that’s a fantasy people always feel comfortable exploring, especially this day and age. So it was fun to kind of reverse expectations and play with that.

SHR: Who published it? When?

ZA: Rebel Ink Press published it in May 2012.

 

SHR: Tell us a little about what you went through to get it published.

ZA: I’d written it years ago and it went through several rewrites. I’d been submitting it to anthologies, mostly rock themed stuff, without getting replies. A lot of my friends had worked with Rebel Ink, so I decided to give them a try, and to my delight they liked the piece!



SHR: On writing in general: What’s the hardest part for you? Why?

ZA: With erotica/romance, it’s finding a balance between sexy and the emotional aspect and circumstances. For me, the setting and the build-up is just as much a part of it as the main action, so I have to make sure I’m not rushing ahead to get to the “good stuff” when the rest of the story is just as important.

 

SHR: Unrelated: What’s your favorite color?

ZA: Black and pink! (with sparkles) 😉

 ABOUT POWER CHORD:

GENRE:

Paranormal Erotica

BLURB:

Drake has gotten used to having things his way – he makes the decisions whether it be recording his music, on the road while touring, or in bed. He may be somewhat older than when he first started, but he can still pack venues and still has fans at his mercy. But while professional success brings about one type of satisfaction, there’s a certain type that he just can’t seem to reach one dull night after a show. He doesn’t party hard anymore – he knows better – but that doesn’t mean he can’t indulge in a dirty fantasy all his own. What would it be like to have ultimate power, to be able to shed the confines of his body and sneak up on the unsuspecting by way of astral travel? What would it be like to seduce a woman when she can’t see him, can only feel him when he wants her to?  And what happens when he’s not the only one who appreciates good music and is turned on by the power of control?

 

EXCERPT:

As soon as the opening chords strummed into being, he was back in the daydream, back in the room with her exactly as he’d left her. A strange relief filled his chest and an even stranger heat surged under his skin. He was right behind her, close enough to touch. Her hips swayed to the song’s rhythm, her hand still close to where they both wanted it, but not close enough. Could he touch her in astral form? What the hell, it’s my daydream, he reasoned.

He was right behind her, close enough to touch. Her hips swayed to the song’s rhythm, her hand still close to where they both wanted it, but not close enough. Could he touch her in astral form? What the hell, it’s my daydream, he reasoned.

“Does that make you wet?” he breathed as the guitar once again surged into a fiery series of aural pyrotechnics. She froze as if she couldn’t quite hear him but sensed that something was amiss. “Do you want me to put my hands all over you the way I do my guitar?”

He smiled when she darted to the wall to hit the light switch, apparently forgetting that she hadn’t dressed yet. “Sit down,” he urged, and in the hotel room his fingers curled tighter around his length when she immediately obeyed. The song changed to a sultry ballad with a steady, pulsing rhythm. Perfect. Her lips were turned down in confusion, her dark eyes darting back towards the dresser. “No you don’t,” he rumbled, sliding his presence right up beside her. She didn’t look his way. “Touch yourself, honey. Go on; no one’s here.”


WHERE TO GET IT:

Barnes & Noble | Amazon | All Romance eBooks

MORE ON ZILLAH:

BLOG | FACEBOOK | TWITTER

And be sure to check out REBEL INK PRESS!

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