Guest Writer Special: Anne Kane

RunningScaredCoverFinalWe have an extra Guest Writer this week! In honor of this week’s releases from Changeling Press (including my own Falling for Fall), Anne is sharing some information about her new release, Running Scared!

Share a little bit about your writing style. What genres and types of heroes/heroines are you attracted to? What do you love to write about?

I have to admit, I love Alpha males. The guys who know what they want and aren’t afraid to go after it. Of course in my writing, they want the heroine and I make them work hard to get her. I love to write stories where the heroine is a strong, self-assured female. She knows her worth and she isn’t going to settle for anything less than a man who loves her more than his own life. A happy ending is a must, and I love to write those endings!


“She isn’t going to settle for anything less than a man who loves her more than his own life.” Well said! What can we expect when we experience one of your books?

Oooh, tough question. My books aren’t all the same but most of them contain some humor, and they all contain that sexual tension between the hero and the heroine that is central to any romance. And of course, you can expect the good guys to win, the bad guys to be vanquished and everyone involved to live happily ever after. Did I mention I’m a sappy romantic at heart?


We love sappy around here. 😉 If you could have one date with a crush (before marrying your spouse if necessary!), who would it be and why? What would you do?

Sean Connery! About twenty years ago. I love that accent. Shallow of me, I know, but just the sound of his voice sends goose bumps down my arms. I think the date would involve lots of good wine, a very private outdoor area with a hot tub….. I think you get the picture!


Niiiice! What’s the most romantic thing someone ever did for you, or that you did for someone else?

My husband was a mason and when we were dating he always promised me that when we got married he’d build me the most amazing fireplace ever. Well, we were dirt poor that first year and living in the top half of an old stone house. So at Christmas time he took a bar of soap and carved it into a fireplace and wrapped it up for me with a note that read:

I promised you a fireplace and I always keep my promises. Someday, it will be bigger and won’t melt in the tub.

It still brings tears to my eyes when I think about it. We were married for 28 years before cancer took him, and he built me a whole house with his bare hands. We never had a lot of money, but we had each other.


That is just lovely, Anne. I think that’s my favorite interview story yet.

Share your favorite romantic or sexy song and why you love it so much.

“Wildfire” by Micheal Martin Murphy. It’s the song that we played for the first dance at our wedding.



Tell us a little about your latest release.



Series: Mercenaries

Title: Running Scared

 Genres/Themes: Urban Fantasy, Futuristic, Inter-racial

Release Date:  August 9th, 2013

Author: Anne Kane

Publisher URL  Changeling Press – Erotic Fiction






She was a genetic experiment that was never supposed to get out of the lab. If the government finds her they will kill her without hesitation. Her memories of her early life are sketchy but the one clear image she has is of a brother who saved her life, and then disappeared.

Jackson knows what it’s like to lose your entire family in one bloody instant, and he vows to help Saralyn find hers. It doesn’t hurt that he finds her irresistibly sexy or that the attraction is mutual. They enlist the rest of the mercenary team in a search operation that takes them into the heart of the corrupt government.






Saralyn considered breaking free of the circle of his arms. She opened her mouth, tilting her head back to tell him to keep his hands to himself but the look in his eyes made the words melt away unspoken. Pure sensual heat blazed from their depths, igniting a matching flame deep inside her. Combine that look with the arousing male scent rising from his hard body, and she had to make a real effort not to melt against him like some pathetic doxy from the local bar pool.

She pushed ineffectually against the iron band of his arms. “I promise I won’t go upset your antisocial buddy, so you can let me go now.”

A spark of humor curved the corner of his sensual lips. “Relax. I’m not going to bite you. Unless you want me to, of course. It’s going to take Trace some time to get a line on your brother so we might as well kill the time exploring the spark between us.”

Sunlight flooded through the window behind her, highlighting the rugged line of his jaw and the muscular line of his shoulders. Damn! Now that she was so close to solving the mystery of her past, the last thing she needed was some muscle-bound mercenary distracting her from her goal.

She fixed him with a steely look. “While I appreciate you letting me ask your team for help in finding my brother, that does not give you any kind of rights to my body. So, if you don’t get your hands off me I’m going to have to hurt you.”

Jackson stared at her in disbelief for a long second before he snorted out a laugh. “You’re going to hurt me? That’s cute.”

Okay, that was the last straw. Drawing in a deep breath, she stomped down on his instep as hard as she could while giving him a sharp elbow to the diaphragm.

Unfortunately the whole thing would have gone better if he hadn’t moved his foot at the last second and turned his body slightly so that the lethal elbow she’d intended to knock the breath out of him barely managed to make contact with the edge of his ribs.

“Not nice.” His breath fanned across her cheek, warm and intimate. “You don’t really want to fight me and you know it.”

“I don’t?” She kept her voice low, not wanting to attract the attention of the rest of the team. “What makes you think you have any idea about what I want?”

“I can feel your heart beating against me, the rhythm increasing every time I touch you. Your eyes are sparkling with desire, and I’m willing to bet your pussy is getting wet in anticipation. I don’t have to be a rocket jockey to know that means you want to feel me buried deep inside you almost as much as I want to feel your hot sex closing tight around my cock.”

He wanted her! The mental image that his words conjured up left her feeling breathless and needy. This was insane. Sex was a tool that she used to get what she wanted. She never let herself get emotionally involved, and yet she found herself wondering what Jackson’s preferences were, and if she’d live up to his expectations.


It was hormones. That’s all. She’d been celibate too long. She just needed to get laid and get him out of her system. Jackson was obviously willing. More than willing if that lump pressing into her belly was any indication. Reaching up, she wound her arms around his neck.

Jackson chucked softly. “Now that’s more like it.” Lowering his face, he skimmed a soft kiss across her parted lips. “How about we retire to my room? Much as I’d love to take you right here on the floor, I don’t want the rest of the team wandering in and disturbing us.”

It was her turn to chuckle. “Not into sharing? That’s too bad. Your sarge looked like he could make a girl very happy.”

“I’m sure he makes Dee very happy. And she returns the favour, so you’re going to have to settle for just me. And no, I definitely don’t like the idea of sharing one luscious square of your tender flesh with my teammates. They can damn well go find their own women.”

Saralyn jumped as his hand came down on her buttocks, just hard enough to smart. He didn’t want to share her. Now why did that send a hot thrill spiralling through her gut? “So where’s this room of yours?”

“Not nearly as close as I’d like.”

In the blink of an eye Saralyn found herself scooped up in Jackson’s muscular arms. Striding out of the common room, he headed down a long hallway and kicked open a door on the left. He ducked to avoid hitting his head on the low doorway, crossing the room to toss her on an overstuffed bed against the far wall.

“Strip.” He grunted out the single word, and then proceeded to follow his own order. Saralyn sucked in a long breath as he skimmed his pants down over his hips, uncovering his cock. Long and thick, it curved proudly upward. Oh yeah. She needed to get herself some of that.

Completely naked, Jackson pounced on the bed, straddling her. Flashing her a wide, sexy grin, he cupped her head in his hands. “So how come you still have clothes on?”







Author: sarajschmidt

I shake you warmly by the hand, and welcome you to my bio! Currently a writer, artist, and freelance explorer, I have played many other roles. I've managed a restaurant, debated across the country, taught children in Spain, run a handful of student organizations and retreats, served as the Editor/Producer/Citizen Journalist Manager for a, sung in choir for many years, volunteered with dozens of organizations and interned with a few, home-schooled a relative, cared for many a pet, and protested a thing or two. I am also married to my dreamy gearhead high school sweetheart, and together we are unschooling with our 10-year-old tenacious and hilarious daughter. Aside from my main passions of writing, art, reading, and generally being as ambitious as possible, I love to play with my daughter, learn new things, have date nights with The Husband, and highlight anything within my reach. Drop me a line at

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