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{Blog Stop & Giveaway} Seducing Anne by Chanse Lowell

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{Blog Stop & Giveaway} Seducing Anne by Chanse Lowell


Symptoms of time travel are never fun—ask Guy Moore. He just returned, and now he’s being thrown back in time. His assignment? To impregnate Anne Boleyn. As an agent of SHROAG, he’s completed more assignments than any other agent, and is ready to retire. Too bad Elizabeth I needs to be born to preserve history, and his DNA is the only one to do it. How will Guy seduce Anne, the woman who kept Henry VIII at arm’s length for over seven years? And how will he keep from falling for her in his efforts?


“I will be there tonight—for you. Not for him. And I will touch you. If you do not want me to do that, then I will not be there.”

She sucked in some air, and her gaze went up to the ceiling.

“Lavender lady—do you want me there? Do you want me to touch you in front of the king and everyone else?”

She remained mute and stoic.

“When you make a decision, find me. I will await your answer.” He dropped his grip, releasing her chin.

“Yes, sir.”

“What was that? Are you saying I can touch you at dinner?”

“Yes, sir,” she repeated.

His groin tightened. She really was sweet and very beautiful, and her submissiveness came to her naturally when she wasn’t struggling to fit herself into a man’s world.

“I will protect you. I will be there for you, and Henry will not touch you while I am around. If I am to play with you, then you are mine. No one else’s. I do not share, Lady Anne. So, when you are ready to take him as your lover, then you release me, and I will be gone from your life.”

She made a quiet whimpering noise and her eyes twisted as if in pain.

“Look at me—eyes on mine,” he said.

Her gaze roamed down to his.

“As your lord and sir, you will always wear your hair down like this when you are around me. I want it soft, straight and virginal—pure like you. I want you always smelling of lavender and finding some way to please me each day, even if it is something small.”

She sagged for a moment. Were her knees buckling on her?

He gripped her by the upper arms. “Follow these guidelines, and I am at your disposal. Any time you need me, you ask, and I will be there.”

Her lips drifted into a small, but sweet, smile. “Thank you, sir.”

“You are a naturally kind woman. Court life has hardened you—and I intend to undo that.”

Her face fell.

His hands on her arms loosened.

“That would be the death of me. We all have parts to play at court,” she said, her voice soft.

“And you have yours—serve and please me, and you will have everything you have ever desired. That I vow.”


CONTENT WARNING — This story contains scenes of an explicit, erotic nature and is intended for adults, 18+. Story includes bondage, dirty talk with crude language, dubious consent, and graphic consensual sex. There is also a graphic birthing scene that some might find offensive. Characters portrayed are 18 or older.

 Genre Sci-fi Erotica

Expected Publication Date November 29th 2013



I am so excited! Chanse Lowell stops by today to talk about what it’s like to write a love scene. One of my favorite topics, as you all know ^_~ – Nyddi

Have you ever wondered how writers come up with love scenes in erotica? What do they do to prepare—or does it simply come to them? I wish I could tell you what other writers do, since I’m sure it’s far more interesting than what I do, but I’ll share a little secret with you—some of us do absolutely nothing to prepare. It just comes to us.

At least, that’s how it is for me. The love scenes are usually the easiest portion for me to write because I know my characters, and I know what they’re driving force is, what they crave and need from a partner. There isn’t a whole lot of thinking involved because it’s going off a primal, gut instinct. It’s putting myself in their shoes—if they’re wearing any at this point, that is—and I think about how they simply want to devour each other. I go through what their individual fixations might be. How does it harm or help this person to give in to their desires? What does this actually mean to them, and why is it important to them? Those are the underlying questions I ask as the love scene progresses. It might not be revealed during that scene, but maybe later it will hit one or both of them. And those questions are usually subconscious for me as I’m writing it. They’re not at the forefront, just on the back-burner, simmering like my characters are.

Usually my foremost thoughts are these—the highest form of a kiss is the sexual act. It can be a bearing of one’s soul, and isn’t that why we read? To get into someone else’s head? In real life that can be a dangerous place to be, but not in a story. In a novel we can lose ourself to it, and our senses take over. When a love scene is really amazing, filled with emotions, it can make our toes curl and tingle, and stimulate our mind along with our body. I know there are several books that kept me up for hours at night when I should have been sleeping, because I was simply addicted to being in that person’s mind. That’s my goal—that the scene ends up in the reader’s thoughts and blood stream somehow.

Now, being in their head doesn’t matter though if the characters are not in the reader’s heart. That right there—is almost reflective of the intimacy of the sex act itself. An exchange if you will. They let you into their head, and in return, you let that character into your heart. There’s a rhythm to it, similar to the rush during love making. Does that seem fair? Honestly, I don’t care if it’s fair. I want my readers to be mad there weren’t a dozen more love scenes by the time the book ended. I want them crushed their fix is over with whatever character either crawled or drilled their way into the reader’s heart.

So, I suppose if I had to explain a way I prepare for a love scene then I’d have to say I prepare by giving over my entire heart, since that’s what I want the reader to do as well. I want them to mimic and feel what I felt when I was writing it. If there’s no passion thrumming in my system, heart swelling and pulse hammering, then I shouldn’t damn well be writing it.

The lead up to it for me happens as I write in a linear fashion. I rarely write scenes out of order, even if a scene hits me that’s powerful and I haven’t gotten there yet. I usually just jot down some notes so I can recall it later when I need to. I do this for a reason—I have to see all the baby steps that take me to that point of that scene. My characters shift and evolve. I listen to them, and sometimes what I thought they were originally was not who they turned out of to be. This means that fabulous scene I wrote a week ago, when I finally get to it, may either no longer apply, or it has to be tweaked to fit this organic character that grew due to their circumstances and the people they are surrounded be.

My only other rituals I can say I honestly have is I burn some incense I have that is straight from India—high quality stuff—and then I usually shove some earbuds in my ears and listen to whatever music fits the mood I’m trying to create. If it’s raw and gritty like Sleeves was, I listen to “Animal” by Muse. If it’s soft and sensual like some of my scenes in Seducing Anne, I listen to the soundtrack to the movie Jane Eyre, because it has some dark moments with a weightiness, but it also has a slower vibe and yet an edgy pace to it. The music gives a depth to the emotions for me and makes the scene flow even better.

That’s it. That’s all I do. Easy—open my heart by slitting a writer’s vein somewhere, let that character in, bleed for them, spew it back out on my laptop, and then make it as dirty or as kinky as my flawed characters need.

Oh, I will say, something I struggle with is toning down some of the scenes. I actually had a scene where Guy and Anne were doing some very naughty things on her altar in her holyday closet and a prereader of mine said they wouldn’t be able to read it if I didn’t change that, so I had the lovers take it to the ground. So, sometimes I get carried away… It happens.

Thank you for this opportunity to share some of my writing process with you and for taking the time to read it.


About the Author

7178855Chanse Lowell grew up in the desert southwest and still lives there with her husband, children, and pet cactus. She’s addicted to three things—reading erotica, writing erotica and sandwiches with a side of erotica to aid with digestion. She grew up watching programs with science fiction and historical fiction themes, and is determined she can combine her three favorite genres, creating a new breed of novel with scifi, historical and smut sandwiched in the middle.

The last thing she ever thought she’d do was pursue her dream to be a writer since her family tends to keep her busy. When she was introduced to fan fiction, she realized she wanted to see more science fiction and historical fiction to fill in the gap with lots of naughtiness thrown in, of course. Her true passion is creating her own worlds from scratch, letting her imagination go and take her to another place.

Having recently entered the BDSM lifestyle and discovering she’s a submissive herself has opened her eyes to how few stories there are exploring the softer side of the lifestyle. She enjoys chatting online with others with similar kinky interests and has advisers in the lifestyle that help make sure her stories remain true and don’t veer off into outer space. Although aliens probably enjoy kink, too, since they like to dress in rubber fetish-wear while traveling. At least that’s her argument for why her new genre she’s created is valid.

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