What do you love about writing? Hate about it?
I love being able to bring the reader something that they can say wow, that was cool. Or just something they can enjoy taking a break from reality with. Writing is an escape for me, I escape into a world that seems to make more sense then the reality we live in.
I hate two things about writing. One – sometimes it seems I don’t have enough hours in the day to write and two – I hate the after, after about writing, the promoting. It’s so hard for me to say, hey, check out what I did, you’re going to love it!
Do you have a guilty indulgence? Something you do just for you. Want to share?
Of course! I love to play Texas Holdem. Mind you, I’m not very good at it, but I love the game.
If you could spend a secluded weekend somewhere, where would you go and why?
Buy me a ticket to Bora, Bora! The cabins sit out over the ocean giving you a birds-eye-view to the beaches.
Is there any heroine from one of your books who you would change places with?
Tamara Hightower! I can’t imagine living long enough to watch history take place, not once or twice but countless times. Oh, the things I would do differently if I had half the experiences that Tamara has.
What authors do you enjoy reading? Who is on your bookcase/e-reader?
The usual, Kim Harrison but lately I found a couple of authors whose work I really enjoy. Yazmine Galernorn and Jennifer Rardin, I love their creativity!
Do you ever get up at 3 am just to write?
No. I typically don’t go to bed until 3 am. 
What’s the most interesting thing you’ve ever done?
OMG! We took a Caribbean cruise and one of our ports was Grand Cayman. My group and I decided that we were going to swim with the stingrays and we did! They would swim around us and brush up against us. I even got to hand feed some of the gentle giants!
What is your favourite holiday?
All Hallow’s Eve, of course! When things that are supposed to go bump in the night, do. *Smiles*
Of all the steamy/non-steamy you’ve written, what one is your personal favorite?
The string of pearls from For The Love Of Blood, has to be my favorite. Is there any other way to get tortured then by pleasure?
And which one is something you’d love to try? *grins*
Oh…naughty. *grins* Okay, on the not so naughty side…In Dying to Live, book 3 of the Hightower Series, Tamara buys a yacht. I would love to borrow that yacht and travel around the world, seeing new countries and experiencing new cultures. It feeds my adventurous side.
Raine, thanks again for this great opportunity, I love chatting with you!
Sneak Peek Excerpt into Cheating Death:
www.anniealverez.net
I positioned her back directly in front of the mattress. “Be a good girl. Stand right here and don’t move.” I took off my tee shirt, then my jeans. The bra was next and I wiggled my bare breasts at her. I slowly slid out of my bikini-floss undies and ran my hands up her thighs. One of my hands stopped at her crotch, the other hand, lightly brushed against her stomach making her muscles quiver under my touch.
I pressed my naked body against her and gave us a gentle push. Tamara tumbled backward onto the mattress and I fell on top of her, thrusting my loins against her naked body. Passionately kissing her neck, I ran my hand down to her pussy, sliding my fingers through her wet and swollen lips. She thrust her hips up and I moved my hand with her, keeping my touch just slightly out of her reach. As her hips went down, my hand followed. I would not let her escape my teasing touch so easily. Straddling across her waist, my tongue teasing her cleavage, I stopped momentarily to feel her nipple grow and stiffen at my touch. Tamara moaned. She’s never liked her breasts played with, but I love the feel of her hard nipple burrowed in my mouth. I knew not to linger on her breast for too long, or she’d start getting agitated. Caressing my tongue down her stomach, her muscles flinched at my delicate touch. I checked her hands to make sure she hadn’t broken free of her bonds. “You’re so good,” I whispered and then bit her belly. Hard.
“Huh ha.” She moaned through the knotted invader in her mouth as she squirmed under me.
My tongue found her curly pubic hair and I smelled the irresistible sweet scents that belong to her. I slipped my tongue past her soft clump of fur and flicked her clit. She raised her hips to meet me, and I pulled away, moving my tongue back up the same path I had followed down–up her stomach, past her chest and up to her neck. Frustrated, she dropped her hips on the mattress. I slowly rubbed my wet pussy against hers, teasing her with my fingertips and gently kissing her neck. Nuzzling into her neck, I continued the deliberate tease feeling her nub swell underneath my fingers.
She moaned raising her hips higher and another slippery wave drenched my fingers.
“Don’t move,” I ordered while gently nibbling on her neck.
She raised her hips to me, in a skewed way she considered this begging.
“Shh…” I bit her neck harder and rammed three fingers deep inside her. “I said don’t move.”
Her eyes turned black. I now dealt with her vampire, but she obeyed. She didn’t move, but clenched her jaw so hard I thought she would break a fang. I slid my nakedness over her and finger-fucked her as if I wanted to touch every part, every muscle and every organ inside her. I took her to the edge of orgasm and waited for that one moment I knew she would start to come. That will be when her hip thrusts, change from a steady rhythm to a sporadic, holding her hips up in the air and giving a couple of short quick thrusts.
Finally, I sank my fangs deep into her soft neck. As my teeth broke her skin, two things happened. She screamed and wildly bucked her hips and I drowned in the delightful taste of her orgasm. It takes restraint to keep from bleeding your partner during sex. The chemical reactions that sex causes also change the smells and tastes of the body making them sweeter, almost addicting. One thing I had forgotten was how much I enjoyed taking a dominant role and having her obey my wishes. No matter how mean or ruthless she is to everyone else, give me a few minutes alone with her, and Ms. Nasty is obeying my every command and…loving it. “Did I say you could cum?” I moved my hand away from her.
Tamara shook her head.
“Then why did you?”
She lifted her hips to meet my touch.
I ignored her futile begging.
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Thanks for coming by Annie. I really like th is series and thrilled to see the next one out. How many do you foresee in this series?
Raine D.
Thanks Raine!
I had a wonderful time and hope we can do this again soon. Dying to Live has a Halloween release date so keep a watchful eye for that one. Right now, I’m working on book 4 and if all goes well, I’m hoping to add at least, 2 or 3 more books to the series.
Great stuff Annie! And oh the pearls, a very good part indeed
Hi Annie and Raine,
now I’ve got to find me that book with the pearls scene =)