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Guest Post Aneesa Price

Guest Post Aneesa Price

My Muse was Steamy, Muddy and Wet

In June this year, I found myself stuck. I could not move forward with my current novel. I tried

everything, from going for walks on the beach, to exercise and taking time out to read. Nothing worked.

I knew I had a story to tell. In fact, I could feel its need to surface but something was blocking it from

even sticking a finger out of the black hole life’s events had buried it in.

Dramatic much? Well, sure. I know I was being hugely melodramatic. I have a good excuse, though. My

husband had left a month earlier for Kuwait and the kids and I were anxiously waiting for our visas so

we could join him. Our family was relocating to the Middle East and had packed up, sold up, rented out

and a myriad of other things. These tasks are stressful on their own, add them all together and you get a

guarantee for brain-whipping migraines. The funny thing about stressing is that the more you stress, the

more you stress about stressing, so the problem just compounds. I eventually gave up and focused on

the kids as they were going through the change too and had the disadvantage of not fully understanding

the reasons for it.

One day I took them to a day spa. While they giggled in the lemongrass-scented bubbles of the hydro- bath, I went off to enjoy a steamy moment in the rasul. A rasul is a Moroccan steam room on an über- luxurious scale. This rasul was lined in white marble and black stone with glints of sparkle in it. In the

middle of the square room was a plunge pool to cool off in if the steam became unbearably hot and to

the side, on the built-in seating area, rested a wooden bowl of Dead Sea mud. The treatment consists

of applying the mud to your body, steaming and then finishing off the session with warm rain cleansing

your skin as it falls from the star-studded ceiling. (And yes, the ceiling really does look like the night’s sky

in a rasul.) It is an act of blissful self-indulgence.

After a few moments of mentally going through lists of things to do and emotional frustrations, I found

my mind wandering. At that moment I began to relax and a new scene began forming in my mind. Thank

goodness! And, the scene that kick-started the return to and completion of Supernatural Seduction was


Supernatural Seduction - CG2 - Final Cover


The Coffin Girls, #2

Publication Date: July 18, 2013

This is an adult paranormal romance and contains scenes of explicit sex, violence and strong language.

Witch-vampire, Sophie, has the power to feel and influence others’ emotions. With the establishment of the Coffin Girls as warriors for the Goddess that kick supernatural ass, the effects of her empath abilities threaten to harm her. Sylvain, the mischievous and seductive fae prince and Coffin Girls ally, offers her the assistance of the fae to hone her powers. Sophie is drawn to Sylvain, which unnerves her as her hope for love has only ever led to devastation. The two of them must face the demons of their past, unknown enemies and new evil to find true happiness at last.

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An excerpt from Supernatural Seduction – Sophie and Sylvain have an interesting encounter in the rasul:

The therapist steered her away from the hot tub though towards a room signed “Rasul.” Following

instructions, she hung her robe, stepped out of the slippers, and entered the room through a frosted

glass door. The therapist had since left, and Sophie was alone in what must be the most decadent steam

room, she’d ever seen.

Steam clung to the atmosphere of the room, making it comfortably hot. Music streamed in through

hidden speakers. In the middle of the room was a small, square plunge pool, decorated in mosaic tiles

and above them. The ceiling mimicked the night’s sky where thousands of tiny lights twinkled in a

multitude of colors.

“What do you think?” Sylvain asked from behind her. He’d stepped into the room and was wearing only

the baggy shorts that surfers wore. Her gaze raked over his chest noting the long, lean torso, and rippling

muscles as he moved towards her. Her eyes moved up towards his broad shoulders and strong neck. The

enticing vein throbbing with his blood made her fangs hurt and they dropped. Then she made another

mistake and looked at his face. The man was too good looking for his own good. For a moment, she

wondered why on earth she was there with him, half-naked, and across the Atlantic.

“What is this?” she inquired.

“A rasul,” he replied. “Although not Moroccan, this is the nicest one I’ve been too, and whenever I visit

this hollow, I try to find time to come here. It is relaxing, although I don’t think I’ll be doing much relaxing

after seeing you like this.”

Sophie ignored the scorching touch of his eyes as they swept over her body and thanked the Goddess

that she’d had the forethought to shave and have a pedicure done recently. “Well it certainly is an

original way to end a date.” Sophie tried to detract from the predatory gleam in his eyes as he took her

hand and led them to the built-in marble seats.

“Who said anything about ending?” Sylvain stated before he dropped his head and took her lips with

his. The room was hot, but her insides were hotter. He tasted of cumin, mint, and the sexy thing that hot

dreams were made of. She heard herself moan and he used that opportunity to slip his tongue into her

mouth. Tongues battled, pulling, and sucking while their lips locked together as though they wanted to

breathe each other in. Dieu! This was heavenly.

Sylvain continued his oral assault while his hands brought her forward until they were kissing, chest to

chest, her hardened nipples against his sculpted muscles. Darn, but if the vibrations that rippled through

his six-pack didn’t turn her on even more. Involuntarily, she moved in and swung her arms around his

neck, lacing her fingers in his hair, and pulled him down to her. She wanted to feel every inch of him,

especially the hardness growing against her belly. Sophie moved to straddle him, bringing them even

closer. Sylvain hissed as she began to move, grinding her pelvis against his. Then everything went frantic.

Pushed by the unexpected force of their passion, she forgot everything, but his hands gliding down her

back and cupping her buttocks to bring her further against him. The tranquil music permeating the room

was forgotten and replaced by her moans of pleasure. Putting everything into the kiss, she drowned in it.

“I want you more right now than anything I can remember,” Sylvain broke away from their kiss. “But, I

did promise you retribution for your earlier teasing and I’ve been looking forward to claiming it.”

rasul nice pic

About Aneesa

You have to dream, think big and believe. Then, while you’re at that – work harder than you ever have before!

Aneesa Price PicAneesa Price writes romance and lives it with her university sweetheart and husband. After having surmounted the challenges of being in a bi-racial marriage in the newly democratic South Africa, she now attributes her marital bliss to purposefully added spice and passionately resolved differences. After living in a variety of cities in South Africa, the cosmopolitan city of Johannesburg is the playground that she enjoys with her husband and two daughters.

Aneesa completed her internship in counseling psychology and went on to work first as a therapist and then in Corporate Finance in on projects and in organizational change. This diversity in experience, coupled with her understanding of the human psyche, is translated into her writing through the creation of believable, flawed characters with the innate ability to overcome adversity.

She writes to give her readers the gift of experiencing the new and fascinating, something she strives for herself when she explores new places, reads, cooks with her kids or goes picking for antiques with her husband.

She welcomes new connections so feel free to ‘friend’ her on facebook or follow her on twitter.

Contact or follow Aneesa Price

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10 thoughts on “Guest Post Aneesa Price

    • Thanks for popping in, Claire. I’m smiling widely right now. How on earth did you get it in your eye? lol Makes me wonder what you were doing… There’s a story there. But, yeah, I think that would burn like crazy. Ouch. *Hugs*

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