Hosted by Bewitching Book Tours, today I will be talking to Anya Winter about her book The Mask, part of The Masquerade Series.
Welcome Anya and thank you so much for taking the time to talk to me.
1. Can you give a little background on the Masquerade series?
The Masquerade Series is all about hiding behind the masks we wear and getting to a point where we realize their not needed. It’s about being honest with yourself about yourself. I love this series.
2. Please tell us a little bit about the story of The Mask and its characters.
Eve Manor is a pastry chef with a passion she’s buried in her desserts. Christian Grier is a man who’s determined to unbury her passion. It’s full of romance, delectable desserts and secrets.
3. Who became your favorite character in The Mask?
I took a little shine to Harold in this story. He’s a deep man that makes me smile. Josh is another favorite - but he is introduced in the first book and will soon have his own story.
4. Did you always want to be a writer? I used to want to be a teacher overseas in Africa. Maybe one day...
5. Will you always write erotica or will you mix it up and write another genre?
I write contemporary fiction and thrillers under another name - Steena Holmes. I like to mix the stories up, keep things fresh and interesting.
6. What or whom inspired this series?
Tiffany Reisz was my inspiration. I read her “Seven Day Loan” and fell in love.
7. I just discovered Erotica maybe a year or two ago, what do you think make a good, sexy story?
The story. For me, getting involved in the story makes that passion sweeter and stronger.
8. Tell us about yourself? What do you do when you’re not writing?
I’m a quiet person. I love to bake delicious treats. I also do cover art for www.theauthorsredroom.com which has been very fun.
9. Which do you prefer when you’re writing quiet? Or noise? I need quiet :)
10. Are you currently reading any books? And who is your favorite author?
Gene Showalter is my current fav right now. I’m reading her Atlantis series. Can we say hot paranormal?
Very insightful and thanks again Anya for stopping by!
Anya has so graciously offered to giveaway The Master, the first book in her Masquerade Series. So please leave a comment below for Anya along with your email email address.
Catch my review a little later today, but to satisfy your curiosity, the book blurb and an excerpt of the Mask is below.
By: Anya Winter
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Masquerade Series - Book Two
Liquid Silver Books
Eve Manor is a pastry chef with a passion for chocolate and romance. During the annual masked Black & Lace ball, Eve has a plan. She created a signature chocolate dish that was sure to knock the socks off every famous chef and food critic attending the ball. Everything hinges on the night’s success.
Christian Grier is a man with a secret. In the foodie world, he's known as the Editor-in-Chief of the famous magazine, Sizzle. When his old college roommate, Josh, asks him to attend the ball his company is catering, Christian intended to turn him down. But when Josh reveals Eve's secret plan, he knew he needed to do everything he could to help. Will hiding behind his mask help in his quest to seduce Eve or will she decide he’s not what she wants after all?
Eve wore a slinky black dress that highlighted her luscious curves. She gazed in awe at the masked dancers as they teased one another with their sexy corsets and tight leather outfits.
The Black Lace Masquerade Ball. A dream come true.
“Is it what you expected, kiddo?” Josh Brown, Eve’s boss, cozied up to her and placed his arm around her waist.
“I’m amazed. It’s better than I imagined. I just wish I was on the other side of the table.” Eve sighed as she gazed around the crowded ballroom. Full of her idols, top-notch chefs from around the country, she dreamed to someday apprentice with one of them.
Despite the sequined masks they all wore, Eve could pinpoint each and every chef she admired. Through Twitter statuses, Facebook updates and magazine articles, she felt like she knew almost every person on the floor.
Jillian Thomas, pastry chef for the Banff Springs Hotel, wore a gorgeous black pinstriped corset with a lace edge that did nothing to hide her voluptuous chest. Lacey Sullivan, Executive Editor for French Cuisine magazine, looked fabulous in a black leather corset dress with a slit up the side and showed the red lining of the leather underskirt. God, she was beautiful.
“You will, one day.” Josh pulled her close and brushed a kiss against her forehead. “That will be you out there, wearing a fuck-me corset and come-hither mask.”
“Josh!” Eve’s eyes widened as she checked to make sure no one heard his words.
Josh leaned down and whispered into her ear. “I saw you coming out of Ganache last night,”
Eve’s body stiffened as her cheeks flushed. Oh no. Without turning to look him in the eye, she tried to step away but his hold tightened.
“Something you want to tell me?”
Eve shook her head as she bit her lip.
“Nothing at all? ‘Cause I thought for sure you’d have something to say about that skimpy little number you wore, or the guy who escorted you to your car.”
What the hell was he doing in that part of the city?
“What would Harold have to say if he knew his little sugar plum was into BDSM?”
Eve dug her elbow into Josh’s side before she turned and glared at him. “I’m not.”
“Really? ‘Cause I know it may be called Ganache, but there’s nothing sweet about the club at all.” He smirked and winked at her.
Damn it all. There was no way she was going to admit anything to him. Not here. Especially not with her grandfather hovering over her every time she turned around.
“Can you forget what you thought you saw and just focus on our plan?” She stepped over to the table where she rearranged platters of petite éclairs, mini cheesecakes and mousse-filled martini glasses.
“It’s going to work.”
“I hope so.” Eve glanced over her shoulder at him and gave what she hoped was an innocent smile.
“Don’t bother sweet’ums. This isn’t my first ball, but it is yours. So let me give you the advice a dear soul gave me oh so long ago—the coach turns back into a pumpkin, the horses into mice and yes, as much as I hate to admit it, the prince does revert back to the Beast.” Josh laid his hand over his heart and sighed.
Eve struggled not to roll her eyes. He couldn’t even get his fairy tales right.
“That dear soul knew what she was talking about, didn’t she?” Madison Pearce, owner of Choco Chic Events, stood behind them, notebook in hand.
Josh stood there, eyes closed as he slowly nodded his head. Eve struggled for composure but lost it when Josh winked at her.
“Eve, your desserts are fantastic. I’ve already had several requests for quotes. You’ve outdone yourself.” Madison smiled before she turned to Josh and gave him a stern look.
Eve breathed a sigh of relief before she took a small step away from the two but still within hearing distance. There was a strong undercurrent filled with tension between them. Whatever was going on didn’t include her. She hoped.
So much was riding on tonight. More than Madison knew. These little desserts were nothing. Not even Madison knew of the plan Josh concocted to help her tonight.
“You promised to behave, Josh. Harold catching you in the broom closet with your new boy toy is not behaving. Honestly. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately.”
Eve knew she should walk away. “Harold shouldn’t be poking around where he’s not wanted,” Josh crossed his arms and glared at Madison.
Uh oh. She really needed to walk away.
“He was getting a mop to clean up spilled wine. Where else was he to go? Seriously, I need you to step up. If you want a partnership, than show me you deserve it,” Madison hissed between clenched teeth.
Eve spied her grandfather across the room. Now was a good time as any to face him. Josh could handle Madison’s tongue lashing on his own.
She wove her way through the maze of guests and stood beside the man she adored more than life.
“The mask has always mystified me.” He nodded his head at a couple dancing close to them. Eve loved the masks they wore. The female’s face was half-clad in white satin with ribbons tailing down from a large pale pink flower. The man’s mask was a light green with an overlay of black strips.
“Do they not realize that they reveal more of the secrets they wish to hide?” Harold clasped his hands behind him as he surveyed the room.
Eve snaked her arm through his. She would have rested her head on his shoulder but PDAs were highly frowned upon. He believed public displays of affections were for the lower class. She tried to see it from his point-of-view, but for the life of her, she couldn’t. She craved to be out there on that floor wearing a mask that would bring out the girl she kept buried. She thought about the hatbox hidden beneath her bed, containing the beautiful silver mask she’d found in Venice, and a black wig.
“Oh, I don’t know. I find them mysterious, enticing. Seductive in a sense.” Eve tilted her head up and waited for her grandfather’s frown.
“Your generation knows nothing about seduction. Wearing undergarments to a social gathering cheapens the art.” Harold’s lips thinned.
Eve pulled away and studied the man who had moved continents to raise her. She would never have imagined he understood the term seduction let alone have thoughts about it.
“Don’t look at me like that, child. I may be English, but I’m not dead.”
About the Author:
Once upon a time … is how the stories used to start.
Not anymore. Now they start with chocolate (and maybe a little bit of passion).
At least in Anya’s world where passionate pleasures are explored …
One Story at a Time!
Don’t miss out on The Master - Book One of the Masquerade Series.