Interview with Anne Lange

I’m happy to present a new interview with Anne Lange. Her book Hers to Own released on November 7th. Hers to Own is a very hot read starring two fascinating characters: Kade and Brienna.


(Blurb and an excerpt below!)


Hi Anne, thank you for taking some time to answer my questions, especially after such a busy release week! So let’s dive right in. How often does your muse distract you from day to day minutiae?

My muse distracts me all the time. :) Unfortunately, I can’t always respond at will because I’m out of the house at my day job for about 12 hrs per day. But, the muse is always there, yammering away. However, he’s usually coming up with new book ideas rather than focusing on the project(s) at hand.

What do readers have to look forward to in the future from Anne Lange?

Well, I have extended The Vault Series into two subseries under this main title. Friends and More, which includes Friend with Benefits, and my current WIP, Wicked Indulgence which will be available in 2015. And The McBride Men which includes Hers to Own – Kade’s story, Who’s the Boss (Gabe) and Ties that Bind (Kyle). Watch for Gabe’s story later in 2015.

Your readers have lots to look forward to! Now for a tough question. Writer’s block—real or hype?

I’m not so sure it’s a block. For me it’s more of being in the right frame of mind. If I’m in that creative zone, it comes quite easily. But if I’m not, the littlest thing distracts me, and distracts me often. And then I spend far too much time on Facebook or playing with my website. Or reading.

Do you prefer to extensively plot your stories, or do you write them as they come to you?

I write them as they come to me. I have a general idea of the story, and I know a bit about the main characters, but it really develops as I write. That said, I’ve been asked to prepare a synopsis for stories I haven’t yet created, so I’m forced to do some plotting. But I will keep it very high level, touch on the conflict and goal, but not go into depth on the details, because I just don’t know them yet. And in the end, I might (probably) will change my mind to some degree.

Do you have a favorite genre? Is it the same genre you prefer to write?

I read a lot of erotic romance, which is what I write. And I love it. But I would have to say that my favorite is romantic suspense. And if the author can combine the two, even better. I love Suzanne Brockmann and Shannon McKenna for that reason. Great suspense with hot characters and hot sex scenes 

What advantages or challenges does a writer in your genre face in today’s fiction market?

I think for most genres, the main advantage is the flexibility of choice on how you become published. You can decide to go large or small press, or self-publish. You don’t necessarily need an agent. You can be a hybrid. Essentially, you can do what works best for you.
One challenge is the speed of delivery. Readers expect the next book immediately. As an author, especially if writing is not your full time job, this is very difficult to accomplish, especially if you write longer novels. It’s just not possible.
For erotic romance itself, one of the newer challenges we face is the limitations that have been put on our covers by some distributors. It’s becoming extremely restrictive which makes it difficult to create a cover that portrays the essence of the book. I’m all for no nudity, I don’t think that’s necessary. But I do think everything else can be accomplished quite tastefully. I’m a reader as well, and I want to see covers the represent the story being told.

Can you tell readers who are interested the general difference between erotica and erotic romance?

To me, erotica is all about the sex. I personally don’t think the sub-genre matters either (i.e. BDSM, ménage, etc). And I don’t care about the number or sexual make-up of the people involved.
Erotic romance, in my opinion, is about the romantic story, the people finding each other and falling in love. There just happens to be explicit sex in the story. (Thank God, because I hate guessing 😉 ) There could be two people or more. It could be an alternate lifestyle or not. Doesn’t matter, other than what’s at the heart of the story, and that’s love and a HEA.

Thanks for stopping by, Anne! Readers can learn more about Anne Lange here:
Email: Anne_Lange66 AT yahoo DOT ca

HersToOwn-ByAnneLange-200x300Hers to Own
The Vault Series The McBride Men: Kade
Anne Lange
Genre: Erotic Romance, Contemporary Romance
Length: Novel
Word Count: 84,101
Page Count: 395
Price: 5.99
ISBN: 978-1-941692-30-1
Heat Level: 4
Warnings: light BDSM, spanking, voyeurism
Release Date: 11-7-2014

He’ll teach her to love her body…one spanking at a time.

Brienna Morgan has worked hard to look good. Ten years ago she stuck to the shadows, watching the popular kids, wishing she could be one of them. But when they weren’t calling her cruel names, nobody noticed the smart overweight girl with the glasses.

So when she braves her high school reunion and runs into Kade McBride, the boy she loved from afar, the last thing she wants is for him to remember her. It’s bad enough she still sees that girl every time she looks in the mirror. But Kade does remember—and he makes it impossible for Brie to refuse to go out with him. She’s not convinced it’s a good idea, but she can’t pass up the opportunity to be part of the in crowd.

Kade had no desire to go to his high school reunion. As far as he’s concerned, he’d rather forget those days. Especially the day he screwed up and left his best friend to pay the ultimate price. But when he sees the gorgeous woman enter the gym, he’s immediately drawn to her. Regardless of her claims that she’s not the girl he thinks he remembers, Kade realizes maybe he’s been given a second chance to right at least one wrong from his past. And he’s determined not to throw this opportunity away, even if he has to tie Brienna to a spanking bench to prove his point.

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An Excerpt from Hers to Own


Holy fuck. Who was that gorgeous creature?
Kade McBride straightened from where he’d been leaning against the wall near the bar, surrounded by people he’d known since childhood—people he’d grown up with, gone to school with, partied with, and gotten drunk with. People he’d left behind years ago.
He slammed that door closed. Wasn’t going there, not tonight. Tonight was for remembering the good times, the best times of their life—or so the invitation had said. He’d only come tonight because his brother dragged him here. Weird that. It wasn’t like Kyle enjoyed this type of event. Kade snorted. They may look alike, but their behavior could be as different as night and day.
He raised his glass to his lips and took a sip of the cold liquid, a chunk of ice tapping his lip. He hardly felt the chill. Instead, heat raced through his body, warmed his blood, and ignited his senses, before settling in his groin. The heat had been generated by that beautiful woman who’d just walked into the gym.
She was stunning. Every crimson hair on her head, every inch of alabaster skin, every quiver of those luscious breasts. Even from across the room, he noticed her eyes, a striking color of green, swept the room. Her face held a certain edge. Her chin hiked up just the slightest bit. A warning for people not to mess with her? Or mock indifference?
He let his gaze travel the length of her body, though people kept intruding as they walked between them. Why couldn’t they find a spot and stick to it? When he had line of sight again, he zeroed in on her figure-hugging, black halter-style cocktail dress. Every curve on her body wore that dress like a second skin. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to strip it away and lick paths to all her pleasure spots, maybe play connect-the-dots with her freckles. As a redhead, she had to have freckles. It was a rule. And God knew, Kade liked his rules.
She jerked and turned to the right, responding to somebody’s request. He watched as she glided toward the registration table and bent at the waist to speak to the ladies handing out name tags. Every bit of moisture left his mouth. Her dress molded over a luscious ass—firm globes that begged for his hands. That was the one kink he shared with his brothers.
Kade straightened, forced his body into check and strolled through the crowd, his gaze glued to her as he absently waved off past classmates trying to get his attention. He watched as she said a few words to Mrs. Barrymore, his old eleventh grade English teacher. He stopped a few feet away. A pretty brunette sitting next to Mrs. Barrymore, one he should probably recognize, smiled shyly and waved. He nodded, but tuned his antennae back to the vision in black.
A sense of familiarity overwhelmed him.
She turned away from the registration table, a small handbag clutched under her arm. She kept her head down, trying to affix her name tag to the front of her dress, smoothing out the glossed label. Her fingers trembled.
He closed the distance, coming to a standstill where she had no choice but to notice him. With her mane of hair cascading down and shielding her face, she took two steps forward and ran smack into his chest. He sucked in a breath.
She stumbled and Kade reached out to grasp her arm, inhaling the intoxicating scents of flowers and berries. He imagined laying her in a field and eating her up, maybe with some whipped cream.
She lost hold of her purse, almost dropping it. “I’m so sorry.” The husky quality of her voice made him think of sex. Dirty, raunchy sex. The type of sex where he laid down the rules. The type of sex his brothers typically enjoyed. The type of sex he suddenly craved.
She tucked her purse back under her arm and had just begun to raise her head.
His insides tightened as he waited to for her eyes to connect with his. “It’s me who’s sorry,” he ground out. His voice sounded like rough-cut glass. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
Just before he managed to get his first good look at her face, her eyelids fluttered shut. She breathed deep and dropped her chin. She twisted slightly, looking down to where the fingers of his left hand remained wrapped around her arm.
His thumb rubbed the soft, bare skin. He heard her swallow, and she swayed on her sinfully sexy, fuck-me heels.
“Are you OK?”
“I…umm…yes.” Her voice hitched.
“Are you sure?”
She cleared her throat and tried to pull out of his grasp. He released her.
“Yes, I’m fine, thank you.”
She seemed to stiffen her spine and finally raised her head. Emerald eyes widened as they raced over him.
Certain he knew this beauty, he studied her while she did the same to him. He cocked his head, racking his brain. “Are you a past student or a guest?” he asked. Something just at the edge of his memory teased him.
She shifted and stepped to the side. Away from him.
She took another breath but once more refused to look at him. Instead, she surveyed the room. “Student,” she muttered.
“Really? Were we in the same graduating class?” She started to shake her head but he continued. “You look familiar.”
“No, I don’t think we know each other.”
She shot a glance to her left and tried to move away, but he stepped to the right, keeping her in place, blocking her view of the gymnasium and the other reunion attendees. Generally, he didn’t play it so bold. He preferred control but liked to gain consent from the women he spent time with by being polite and friendly, not overbearing.
Tonight, however, his inner caveman thumped his chest and grunted. He dragged his gaze from her eyes and looked down at the name tag sticking to the left side of her dress, just over her generous breasts. His heart thumped as her name filtered through his brain cells. And in that split second he jumped back to his final year in high school.
Recognition knocked the wind out of him. He suddenly remembered every class they’d had together. He remembered those beautiful eyes, full of awareness, intelligence, and curiosity. He also remembered the sadness and yearning he’d seen in them, usually during school social events, when he’d catch her unawares, sitting off in the wings, watching him and his friends. She never came forward, never joined in. He’d tried once or twice to befriend her, but she’d been extremely shy back then and rebuffed his attempts.
It was her.

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3 Responses to Interview with Anne Lange

  1. Anne Lange says:

    Thank you! 🙂 And I hope everyone has a fabulous weekend

  2. nicolelaverdure88 says:

    Love this interview! I love Anne’s erotic romances, because they are so well written with a touch of tenderness and a little spicy!

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