How would you describe yourself using only five words?
Spazztic, imaginative, compassionate, devoted, daydreamer
If you could write a warning label for yourself as a person or an author, what would it say?
Warning: Ann Mayburn has the crass sense of humor of a twelve year old boy compounded by the sarcasm of a Brit. Any and all things said by Ann Mayburn should be taken with a grain of salt, a squirt of lime, and a shot of tequila.
Do you have any guilty pleasures?
Chocolate chip cookies!
Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you.
I have a secret obsession with Hello Kitty.
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
The Outer Banks of North Carolina in the summer and a private island in the Caribbean in the winter.
How do you get yourself in the mood to write?
I put on my headphones and let myself get carried away by my music station of choice on Pandora. I’ve found that different books require different music. For example, Princess of Lust has some really steamy sex scenes and I found music by Nine Inch Nails really worked well for setting the tone.
What is in your To Read Pile that you are dying to start or upcoming release you can’t wait for?
I read so much that my To Read Pile is actually quite small. I can’t wait for the next book in Joey W. Hill’s Vampire Queen series, Taken by a Vampire.
Is there something special you do to celebrate when one of your books is released?
Does having a nervous breakdown count?
Do you have a favorite TV show you can’t miss?
If your muse were to talk behind your back, what secrets would he/she tell?
That I have issues with sticking to just one book. New and shiny plots are always popping into my head and I have to focus on finishing the work at hand before I go play in a new imaginary world.
For the Love of Evil, Book 2
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The drums of war are beating in both Heaven and Hell and only the love of a half-demon Princess, Natalia, can stop the oncoming slaughter. Unfortunately, Princess Natalia has her hands full trying to keep her human concubine from killing her demon lovers, in addition to learning how to survive the deadly pleasures and politics of the Court of Lust.
With the abuse of opium increasing in the mortal world, High Prince Belal, ruler of the Deadly Sin Sloth, is gaining power by the day and threatens to soon rule all of Hell. In a desperate attempt to curb Belal’s powers, Natalia is sent to mortal earth to stop what has been prophesied to be a major turning point in the war. Cut off from her men in Hell, Natalia soon realizes that all is not as it seems.
What may have at first been a blessing has become a curse.
She followed the psychic threads of their link, going through the large formal sitting area, down a hallway, and finally reaching her library. At the entrance to the room, she paused and took a moment to admire Gregor. He sat looking off into the distance in his favorite padded leather chair, facing the paneled windows. While she feared heights, he seemed to enjoy being able to see the intricate quilt of her father’s kingdom spread before them.
The deep auburn tones of his hair caught the light streaming through the window, and she longed to run her fingers through the rough silk. During his time in Hell, he’d been outdoors frequently and the slight tan to his skin seemed darker, especially in contrast to the unearthly pale tones of demons. Around his neck lay a gold collar made of links interspaced with dragon skin. A small swirling pattern of diamonds and sapphires made up the centerpiece of the choker. This, her personal mark, identified Gregor as belonging to her. Compared to some of the other collars she’d seen, it was simple but it suited her.
Gregor tilted his head slightly to the side, his rough features catching the light and throwing his profile into deep shadows. “I missed you last night. Though I’m not surprised you went to him instead of me.”
She flushed as the accusation hung in the air, his jealousy surging through their link and hurting her heart. Leaning against the doorway, she crossed her arms over her chest and watched him carefully. “I wasn’t with Raum last night.”
A small amount of tension went out of his shoulders. “Then you were with Eline.”
He surged from the chair, knocking it over in his haste. Anger and disgust curled his handsome features as he gripped his hands into fists at his sides. “Another! How many men do you plan—?”
“Enough!” The word exploded from her, carrying a hint of the demonic power that still slept in her soul. It echoed through the room as if she’d screamed inside of a rock cavern. Taking a deep breath, she said in a much softer tone, “I wasn’t with another man.”
Gregor took a step forward, then another as his nostrils flared. Finally, he stood right next to her and placed his face against the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent. His voice came out in a grating rumble next to her skin as he said, “I don’t smell either of them on you. The scent is almost…sweet.”
She stepped past him into the library and started to straighten the chair he’d turned over. Before she could do more than touch it, he was at her side and lifting it for her. Without another word, he took a seat in the chair and pulled her into his lap, pressing his face against her chest. “I missed you. Who was she?”
“The Queen of the Succubi.”
He laughed softly then harder, until she was glad he’d sat down or he would have fallen over with her in his arms. “Really? Next time can I watch?”
Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she’s been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.
From a young age she’s been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she’s never looked back.
Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her ‘sexy space’ and has learned to type one handed while soothing a cranky baby.