Ginger Snap

Ginger Snap is an erotic Christmas romance – an Ellora’s Cave “Quickie”!
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ISBN: 9781419931079


When Holly sits on Tom’s lap to tell him what she wants for Christmas, she knows she’s naughty enough to get a lump of coal—but she never expected to get a hand of ginger root. Peeled ginger in her bottom burns like crazy without causing any actual harm—so the punishment can go on as long as naughty Holly deserves.

Ginger-figging has been used since Victorian times to keep girls from clenching against a proper caning because, as Holly finds out, clenching around ginger has her begging for mercy—and more turned-on than she’s ever been. From now on Holly should be on her best behavior…but with this sort of punishment, it’s more fun to be bad.

Excerpt:

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An Excerpt From: GINGER SNAP
Copyright © SHOSHANNA EVERS, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Tom lowered her to the floor and she slumped, boneless and thoroughly satiated, to the carpet. Rolling over onto her back, Holly looked up at him and smiled. His Santa hat was askew. The lights from the Christmas tree blinked on and off and created a devilish glow on his body.
“That was incredible, Santa,” she said, smiling up at him.
“We’re just getting started,” he said, taking his red Santa hat off and tossing it onto the carpet next to her.
“Oh, I’m done, thank you though,” she replied.
Tom laughed and shook his head. “Maybe I should get to decide when we’re done.”
And now she was ready to go again, just from his words.
Holly’s eyes widened as Tom reached under the Christmas tree and pulled out a small wrapped gift. “What’s that?”
“A present that must be opened—and used—tonight.”
Holly sat up on the carpet and took the gift with both hands. “Okay…” She opened the package slowly, being careful not to tear the wrapping paper. She had a thing about that. She liked to reuse wrapping paper whenever possible.
Inside the box…what on earth was this? She held a large, bulbous root of some sort in her hand. It was kind of brownish-gray, and it looked almost as if it were covered in light bark or something. “Um, thank you?” she said.
Tom smiled. “We have to prepare it.”
Holly furrowed her brow. Did he think she was going to go do some gardening now or something?
“Let me see the ginger for a moment, please,” he said as he finished zipping his pants back up.
“Ginger?”
“Yes, that’s a hand of ginger you’re holding. Each of those offshoots is called a finger. And while it is a present for you, I need to prep it a bit before we can put it to good use.”
Holly handed the ginger back to Tom. “Okaaaay,” she said. “We’re making gingerbread cookies? Now, at ten o’clock on Christmas Eve?”
Tom just shook his head, but Holly could tell he was very excited. Excited? About making cookies? “Nope, we’re not cooking. I’m going to ginger-fig you for being a naughty girl.”
“Ginger-fig me?” Wait, naughty? What was he going to do to her exactly?
Tom laughed and started to walk out of the living room toward the kitchen. “You may as well pull your pants all the way off, instead of just sitting there with them around your thighs like that. I want you completely naked and in the kitchen.”
Holly slowly pulled off her pants and set them neatly on the carpet by the sofa. “What are you going to do?” she asked.
“Holly, get in the kitchen,” he called back. “I want you to see this.”
Holly stood up and walked bare-assed into the kitchen, grateful for the heavy drapes that both kept out the winter chill and kept the neighbors from seeing into their home. “Tom, I’m really not in the mood to bake right now. Maybe if we had a mix or something. But if you expect me to make something that involves grating fresh ginger then you are out of your mind.”
Tom stood in front of the sink, carefully cutting one large finger off the hand of ginger. The scent wafted through the air toward her and she sniffed, intrigued. “Smells yummy,” she said.
“It does smell delicious,” he agreed. “But we’re not baking now. I’m going to ginger-fig you to put you into the proper mindset for Christmas dinner tomorrow.”
She was not going to Christmas dinner, so there was no need for her to be put into any mindset at all. But whatever. “All right, I give in. What’s that mean—ginger-fig?”
“Did you know that it used to be called feaguing?” Tom asked. “People would take a half-dead horse they wanted to sell, stick some freshly peeled ginger up its bottom, and the horse would prance around and hold its tail up like a much younger horse.”
“That’s terrible! Poor horsey. But why ginger?”
Tom smiled as he carefully continued to peel the outer layer off the ginger root. “Because it burns.”
Oh. Hell.
“Anyway,” Tom continued, “you know how I love old Victorian caning stories.”
Did she ever. It was one of things that attracted her to Tom, actually. The thought of being caned turned her on to no end. Actually being caned, on the other hand, was a thrill that she could only truly appreciate after the fact, when she was reliving the experience with one hand buried in her pussy.
“They used to ginger-fig the naughty ladies who needed to be caned so that they wouldn’t be able to clench their ass cheeks when the cane struck.”
“Why couldn’t they clench their ass cheeks?” Holly asked. It was like looking at a car wreck. As much as she didn’t want to know—and as much as she didn’t want to find out personally—she had to learn all about it.
“When they clenched their butt muscles the ginger in their asshole would burn terribly. So with each stroke of the cane, the young ladies had to make a choice. Clench, and the sting of the cane would be somewhat mollified. But their insides…their insides hurt a hundred times worse. Or they could try to not clench, force themselves to relax into the pain and just take the caning, and while the caning would be exquisitely stingy, their rectum wouldn’t burn quite so badly.”
“That’s quite the conundrum,” Holly said, even as she wondered what choice she would make. She’d always clenched her ass cheeks whenever Tom caned her—how could she not? That thing hurt like a bitch! But it amazed her to discover just how wet her pussy would get, even when he really laid into her.
She looked at the ginger in Tom’s hand. He was cutting an indentation at the base of the finger of ginger.
“It’s a retention notch, like on a butt plug,” he explained. “This will keep the ginger from being expelled before I want it to be.”
“How did you learn all this stuff?” Holly demanded. “I’ve never even heard of people using ginger up their ass before!”
“It’s a huge fetish,” he said, running the freshly prepared ginger under cold water and rinsing away all the little extra pieces that had stuck onto the smooth, pale yellow surface. “Once I heard about it, all I had to do was Google it and I found dozens of websites devoted solely to the art of figging.”
“Well, I appreciate the thought,” she said, “but I’m not sure how you think ginger-figging me is going to make me any less naughty.”
“Think of it as an experiment. We’re going to find out if this works.”
“When?” she asked.
“Now.”

Punishing the Art Thief


Click here for Punishing the Art Thief at Ellora’s Cave

ISBN: 9781419929359

Security guard James Tannen has been lusting after art history professor Melissa Dwyer since he sat in on her class three years ago. She crashes a private art gallery unveiling at his employer’s house—and then she costs him his job by walking out with a priceless painting. She’ll do anything to keep the painting for herself—and James will do anything to get Melissa into his bed. They agree that if she spends the weekend with him then he won’t tell a soul about her stolen masterpiece. It’s blackmail—but it’s also the perfect excuse for Melissa to get to know James! He takes a few of her erotic books for research—even though she’s never tried any of the risqué sexual techniques that she reads about and masturbates to. Bondage. Nipple clamps. Vibrators. Butt plugs. Spanking. If James is using her personal book collection as a script for their weekend together, Melissa knows she’s in for a wild ride!

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An Excerpt From: PUNISHING THE ART THIEF
Copyright © SHOSHANNA EVERS, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Melissa peeked into the third door again and stepped inside, flipping on a light that illuminated the single large oil painting. Her jaw dropped. It couldn’t be.
Could it?
Was this really Rembrandt’s only seascape, The Storm on the Sea of Galilee? Impossible. It had to be a replica, because that painting had been stolen in 1990 from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. Two men in police uniforms had handcuffed the museum security guards to railings before the staff realized they weren’t really cops.
It was the biggest art heist in U.S. history. Those men stole about $300 million worth of paintings—not because they wanted to sell them, or ransom them, but because, Melissa presumed, they wanted to go down in history as having pulled it off. And the paintings were all still missing.
Melissa crept closer to the painting. The thieves who had stolen the Rembrandt had cut it out of its frame, destroying the outer margins of the canvas. So if she could just see if the edges were cut, she’d know for certain if it was the real deal or a replica. Although it seemed unlikely that a collector like Mr. Hamilton would have a replica at all, much less one hung in what seemed like such a spot of honor. It had to be the real thing—but she needed to know for sure.
Lifting the frame off the wall, Melissa stumbled under its bulk and weight. The little lamp that underlit the painting was knocked to the floor and smashed. She choked back a gasp of fear as the room fell into shadows once more. She laid the frame on the hardwood floor, wincing at the thud it made. Someone had to have heard that. She paused. Nothing.
Reaching into her beaded clutch, she pulled out her cell phone and turned it on so that the backlight shone down onto the painting. Feeling like a criminal, she carefully separated the canvas from the frame.
It was real. She was looking at Rembrandt’s original stolen painting, knifed edges and all.
She couldn’t just leave the painting there. She had to take it home with her so she could figure out how to handle the situation. She’d have to notify the FBI. But how could she leave with a painting without attracting attention?
If she could remove the painting from the frame, it just might be doable. Melissa slid the canvas completely out of the frame and methodically rolled it, setting it aside in the corner as she stepped back and pondered what to do next.
Lifting the now empty frame, Melissa hung it back on the wall with only the light from her cell phone to guide her, and kicked the shards from the broken light against the wall. In the dark room, it was impossible to tell that anything was amiss. But that wouldn’t be the case forever.
What was going to happen when Mr. Hamilton noticed the painting was missing?
She sensed the presence behind her before she heard James’ voice. “Just what do you think you’re doing, Melissa?”
Melissa turned around, her hands trembling. “James, please, it’s not what it looks like.”
“Turn around,” he said. “Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head.”
“Please, James—”
“Now. Or I’m calling for backup to help restrain you.”
Melissa took a shaky breath but she did as he ordered. The long satin gown billowed around her as she kneeled, facing away from him. She could hear him flip the switch and was grateful that she had broken the light, because the fact that the frame on the wall was empty wouldn’t be noticed in the dark. Hopefully.
James cursed under his breath, then said, “Mr. Hamilton hired me to make sure that none of his things are stolen. You’ve been upstairs for way too long. You tricked me.”
“I swear, James, I didn’t.”
“Mrs. Hamilton keeps her diamonds up here. Is that what you were really after?”
Melissa dropped her hands from behind her head in shock. “No.”
“How do I know you didn’t swipe her jewelry? Why else would you be standing alone in the dark except to smuggle the jewels out of here on your person?”
“You can check,” Melissa said, her voice sounding strained and false to her ears. “I don’t have anything.”
“Oh, I’ll check all right. I’m going to search you, and you had better not be lying.”
If only she could escape before he figured out she had removed the painting from the frame. But she had to get the Rembrandt in her possession first. It was still rolled in the corner of the room in shadows.
“Stand up,” he said. “And put your hands on your head where I can see them.”
Melissa stood. She carefully avoided looking at the canvas in the corner or at the empty frame on the wall. From the dim light her cell phone was giving off, she could barely see anything herself. She was woozy with fear and excitement from being alone with James. She would have to do whatever it took to keep all of his attention on her and only her. As long as he didn’t focus on getting the room lit up, she would be home free.
She felt him step up behind her, his powerful torso just inches from her back. He methodically ran his hands up the bodice of her gown, running his fingers across the underside of her breasts the way she had seen female prisoners on television get patted down for drugs and needles. He dipped his hand into the top of her gown and carefully fingered the underwire bra she had on. Did he just caress her nipple? Or was she imagining things?
His hands came down and patted across her hips and down her buttocks, reaching underneath the hem of the satin dress and gliding up her thighs. Melissa moaned involuntarily at the sudden need she felt in her core. She struggled to keep her hands laced on her head, to keep from reaching out and touching him. He’s just doing his job, she reminded herself. Just because she was getting turned-on didn’t mean that he was thinking about anything other than his employers’ diamonds.
“I don’t feel any jewels hidden away under your gown,” he said softly. He slipped his hand into her panties. “Or did you hide them deeper?” Melissa gasped as she felt one long finger run along the crease of her labia, pressing gently against her clit for just a second before he inserted his finger into her pussy. Melissa knew she was wet with need, which was more than a bit embarrassing if James really was just searching her body for stolen jewels.
But she heard James murmur appreciatively as he withdrew his finger and rested his hand against her bare skin under the gown. He pressed his body against hers, holding her back to his chest. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his massive erection pressing against her lower back.
It seemed as if he was getting just as much out of this impromptu body search as she was. “See,” she said. “I didn’t steal anything.”
He slid his finger down the crease of her ass and, to her surprise, pushed his finger, already lubricated from her own juices, into her asshole. Her jaw dropped as he withdrew his finger. No one had ever touched her there before.

Hollywood Spank Release Date!

Hollywood Spank will release March 9, 2011 from Ellora’s Cave!
ISBN: 9781419932182

When the studio heads for Mark Cannon’s new blockbuster action movie discover that their leading man likes to spank his personal assistants, they insist Mark hire a professional submissive who won’t run to the tabloids with his kinky secret. Andrea Landley may be a wonderful assistant, but she lied through her teeth about being a BDSM pro to get the job—and now her real career as an undercover tabloid reporter has gotten very interesting!

Andrea is willing to do whatever it takes to get the dirt for her scathing exposé—even if it means learning how to take a spanking from a movie star. She doesn’t realize until it’s too late that Mark Cannon has a lot more in store for her than just a simple spanking…

Signed contract for new Ellora’s Cave book Chastity Belt!

I have exciting news – I sold Chastity Belt, a BDSM erotic romance, to Ellora’s Cave Taboo line. I’m very excited about this book – I already have sequel planned. This is the first book where I wrote m/f/f menage scenes, and it was *fun*!

So for anyone keeping track, this is my fourth sale to Ellora’s Cave. Punishing the Art Thief and Ginger Snap are out now, and Hollywood Spank and now Chastity Belt should come out this year. I also have a book coming out with The Wild Rose Press called Taste of Candy, and a story in the Berkley Heat anthology Agony/Ecstasy.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

SOLD! To The Wild Rose Press

Hello Fellow Writers!
I’m thrilled to announce that I’ve sold a light BDSM erotic romance titled Taste of Candy to The Wild Rose Press. The story will be released in their Scarlet Rose (erotic) line and is a “Rosette” (short).

So now I’ve got three books scheduled to come out this year, with three different publishers. Hollywood Spank with Ellora’s Cave, The Wooden Pony in the Agony/Ecstasy anthology with Berkley Heat, and now Taste of Candy with The Wild Rose Press.

And that’s my big news 🙂 SQUEE!

Ginger Snap now Available!

 Ginger Snap, an erotic romance Christmas Quickie from Ellora’s Cave is now available!

When Holly sits on Tom’s lap to tell him what she wants for Christmas, she knows she’s naughty enough to get a lump of coal—but she never expected to get a hand of ginger root. Peeled ginger in her bottom burns like crazy without causing any actual harm—so the punishment can go on as long as naughty Holly deserves.

Ginger-figging has been used since Victorian times to keep girls from clenching against a proper caning because, as Holly finds out, clenching around ginger has her begging for mercy—and more turned-on than she’s ever been. From now on Holly should be on her best behavior…but with this sort of punishment, it’s more fun to be bad.

Adults only excerpt: http://www.jasminejade.com/productspecs/9781419931079.htm

I hope you enjoy Ginger Snap. Email me at shoshanna.evers@yahoo.com and let me know what you think!

Ginger Snap comes out *tomorrow*!

My Christmas Quickie Ginger Snap, an erotic romance about ginger-figging, comes out tomorrow, December 15th, 2010! I’m so excited!

Here’s the blurb:

When Holly sits on Tom’s lap to tell him what she wants for Christmas, she knows she’s naughty enough to get a lump of coal—but she never expected to get a hand of ginger root. Peeled ginger in her bottom burns like crazy without causing any actual harm—so the punishment can go on as long as naughty Holly deserves.

Ginger-figging has been used since Victorian times to keep girls from clenching against a proper caning because, as Holly finds out, clenching around ginger has her begging for mercy—and more turned-on than she’s ever been. From now on Holly should be on her best behavior…but with this sort of punishment, it’s more fun to be bad.

Click here for an adults only excerpt.