Holy Crap! The World
is Ending!
How
a Trip to the Bookstore Led to
Sex
with an Alien and the Destruction of Earth
The Anunnaki Chronicles, #1
by
Anna-Marie Abell
Date of Publication:
September 21, 2017
Publisher: Alien
Abduction Press
Genre: Humorous
Paranormal Romance
Tagline: End
times are here! Now you can eat whatever you want and not care if you gain
weight.
BLURB
The president has announced that Earth is
going to collide with a rogue moon, and in the process, our entire planet is
going to be smashed to bits. As one would expect, upon hearing this news,
humans went ballistic. It was as if every sports team in the world lost their
championship game at the same time. No car was left unrolled—but oddly enough,
Taco Bell remained open and made unfathomable profits in the last days.
Apparently, Doritos Locos® Tacos were a popular last meal.
Autumn (who for the purpose of this retelling
asked to be portrayed as drool-inducing hot with kick-ass ninja skills) has
just been handed the task of saving all of humanity. With the help of her
unbelievably sexy alien boyfriend and her kleptomaniac friend with
fire-retardant hair, Autumn takes a spaceship and races to save her fellow
humans by using the Ark of the Covenant. Along the way, she discovers how
sheltered people are from the truth of extraterrestrials and their power to
either protect us or destroy us.
Stupid government.
Grab a bottle of wine, a shipload of snacks,
and prepare to take a ride on this humorous chick lit romantic sci-fi
paranormal adventure. If you’re into Ancient Aliens, conspiracy theories, UFOs,
crave a little sexy time in your reading, are curious if we were genetically
engineered (like the Sumerian cuneiform texts claim), and are dying to find out
the meaning of life, then this book is for you.
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Excerpt
He
tenderly swept my hair behind my ear and whispered, “I want you so bad right
now.”
“Do you
now?”
I bent to
kiss him. The instant we connected, electricity sizzled through our bodies.
Groaning, he hastily swapped our positions, so he was on top of me, and pressed
one leg between my thighs. One of his hands cupped my breast as he kissed my
neck; the other hand teased the skin just underneath my shirt.
“Boy, you
don’t waste any time, do you?” I breathed.
His sexy
half-smile lit up his face and he pressed his knee a little higher. The tingles
of an orgasm arose between my legs. No way am I going to last more than a
minute at this rate. Desperately needing things to progress more quickly, I
clawed at my clothes, trying to remove them.
Brushing
his lips against my ear, Rigel rumbled, “So impatient.” His hot breath against
my skin brought on the inevitable vibrations.
“Just a
bit,” I panted.
With a
throaty chuckle, he trailed his tongue along my cheek until he reached my
mouth. He lingered there, brushing his bottom lip against mine. One brush… then
another.
“What are
you waiting for?” I protested.
“Just
slowing things down for you.”
“Well,
stop it.” I meant that to be playful, but my need practically had me snarling
at him. He was driving me insane.
With
another chuckle, he bit my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. The building
pressure in my core made me moan.
He
grinned at me. “If that set you off, you’d better get prepared for what I’m
going to do next.”
My heart
pounded. Oh, god. “You aren’t playing fair.”
Placing
his arms on either side of me, he brought his knee up, parting my legs until
his thigh pressed firmly against me.
I moaned
again.
“Who said
this was going to be fair?” he said.
He rocked
his leg once. Another moan.
“Oh, so
we’re playing dirty?” Feeling gutsy from the lust, I used my fingernails to
stoke the growing bulge in his pants. I felt it twitch. I can’t believe I just
did that!
He let
out a long breath and dove in for a kiss. Our lips parted, and he thoroughly
claimed my mouth. Any shyness I had melted away once his skilled tongue
explored mine. I gave back with the same intensity, my arms wrapping around his
neck, fingers lacing in his hair. He tasted like wine and honey. Our breathing
became heavy, moving in and out in sync.
The next
thing I knew, my shirt was off and flung on top of the lampshade. He carried me
to his bed and set me on the down comforter. The duvet was cool against my
feverish skin. Towering above me, Rigel stripped off his shirt, revealing his
broad chest. His muscles were taut, his skin smooth, abs rippling down to show
a faint trail of golden hair leading into his jeans.
“See
something you like?” he said.
Blushing,
I returned my greedy gaze to his face. Too much eye candy for a mere mortal to
handle. His hair was messy, partially falling into his face and artistically
shaping his features. That damn hair is such a turn-on.
I
couldn’t wait. I was as crazed as an impulse shopper on Black Friday, and Rigel
was my ten-dollar toaster oven. Pulling myself to my knees using his jean loops
for support, I gave his chest soft kisses. He still smelled of lavender, but
now it was mixed with a sweeter smell I couldn’t identify. It made me want to
lick him all over. Clutching the loops tighter, I began to explore.
As I
moved lower and lower with each kiss, his form danced and shone along the
edges. I had to rest my forehead against his abs and catch my breath. If I
wasn’t careful, I might pass out. When I went to unbutton his jeans, this
untamed lust that possessed me had my muscles contracting in anticipation, and
I lost all ability to use my hands. I couldn’t get the blasted button open.
“Dammit!”
With a
playful growl, Rigel thrust me back on the bed and finished undressing me…
slowly. Way too slowly. I didn’t know if it was because I was all revved up and
ready to go, or if he did it on purpose to drive me nuts, but either way it
whipped me into a frenzy. He slid one bra strap down, then the other. Reaching
behind me, he stroked my spine, and I arched my back to let him undo the
fastener. As he flung the bra across the room, his eyes blazed with
anticipation of the feast he was about to devour.
I was so
distracted by his firm pectoral muscles that it didn’t even register with me
that I was completely naked—until I saw he was twirling my panties around on
his pinky finger, one corner of his mouth quirked in a smile.
“How did
you do that?”
With a
smirk he answered, “One of my gifts.”
The
bastard knew I was about to burst with anticipation, so he taunted me further
by slowly undressing himself. First he undid the button on his jeans, then his
fingers moved to open the zipper. Inch by inch he unzipped it.
“You are
pure evil,” I breathed.
He pulled
back one side, then the other. No underwear. I gasped. The jeans slid to the
ground.
Oh… my…
god. He was getting a five-star rating on Yelp first thing in the morning.
Unable to
take my eyes from it, I said, “That can’t be street legal.”
“No, but
it makes for a hell of a ride.”
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Author Info
Anna-Marie Abell grew up in a
trailer park. Well, several actually. Her trailer was on wheels so she got to
experience the Pacific Northwest’s vast array of mobile home parks as her
parents moved her from one to the other. Somewhere along the way, she got
totally into UFOs. Probably because she was hoping extraterrestrials would come
and abduct her. But they never did. Luckily for her she was smart, because her
only hope of escaping trailer life was college and a full scholarship. Moving to
sunny California on her almost full ride to Chapman University, she was well on
her way to her new life. Two bachelor degrees later (Film and Television
Production and Media Performance), and several honors and awards for her
accomplishments, she managed to start working in an almost completely unrelated
industry from her majors: infomercials.
It was in college that she got
bit by the “ancient alien” bug after listening to Zecharia Sitchin on Coast to
Coast AM. In her pursuit to uncover the truth, she has spent the last twenty
years researching the ancient Sumerian culture—in particular their “gods”
called the Anunnaki—and their connection to the creation of the human race.
What she found changed her life, her beliefs, and her understanding of the
universe and everything beyond. Her humorous science fiction trilogy, The
Anunnaki Chronicles, is a culmination of all her research, her borderline
obsession for all things paranormal, and approximately 2,300 bottles of wine.
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Interview
with Anna-Marie Abell
How would you describe you style of writing to someone
that has never read your work?
I don’t necessarily stick to one genre when I write or
adhere to any genre formula. My book is a contemporary chick lit humorous
sci-fi paranormal mythological romance adventure. It really is a roller coaster
ride of emotions. It is funny, downright weird in parts, but it also tackles
serious issues and situations. Like real life, you can be up one minute and
down the next. But even in the direst moments, you can find the humor in life
and the determination to keep going. It is also based on the Sumerian “myths”
of the Anunnaki (which I have studied for twenty years) and their creation of the
human race. So you get a bit of history in there as well.
What mindset or routine do you feel the need to set when
preparing to write (in general whether you are working on a project or just
free writing)?
I have a full time job where I am on the computer all day
long. This means I need a break before I can stare at the screen again and be
creative. So I workout before I write to take a mental break and to wake myself
back up. That is why I became a BodyCombat instructor. I figured I might as
well get paid for my workout “breaks.” Plus, being able to envision my clients’
faces while punching really helps release some stress before I write. The most
important part of my writing routine, however, is coffee. I can’t write without
it. Once I am done showering and am sitting at my desk sipping coffee, I can
finally tell a story.
Do you take your character prep to heart? Do you nurture
the growth of each character all the way through to the page? Do you people
watch to help with development? Or do you build upon your character during
story creation?
The main character in my novel is 100% based on me. The
other characters are based on real people I have encountered at some point in
my life. They say truth is stranger than fiction and I have to agree! I pull interesting
quirks or habits from all the people around me and build and shape that into a
character. Then I let my characters grow and develop naturally as the story goes
along. They oftentimes become something I never expected. I am just along for
the ride.
Have you found yourself bonding with any particular
character? If so which one(s)?
Devon (the main character’s kleptomaniac friend with
fire-retardant hair). He is the guy I want as a real-life boyfriend. The main love
interest in my book, Rigel, is your typical hot guy with an incredible body and
caring personality that most girls swoon over. Devon, on the other hand, is a
bit dorky and incredibly strange, and that is what I find myself drawn to in
real life. Looks are secondary to me. I sometimes get grief for making the male
lead so stereotypically sexy, but I didn’t write it that way fto be cliché. There
is a very specific reason for this, and you will find out what that is in book
two. 😉
Do you have a character that you have been working on
that you can't wait to put to paper?
Oddly enough, Jesus. I have a story idea that involves
Ancient Aliens and Jesus, but not in any way you may be thinking. I don’t want
to give anything away, but I am excited to develop such an important figure as
a character in my book. It is going to cause a lot of controversy no matter
what I decide to do with him, but that is part of the fun, right?
Have you ever felt that there was something inside of you
that you couldn't control? If so what? If no what spurs you to reach for the
unexperienced?
OMG. I have no control over my obsession with food. As
you will see if you read my book, my love of food is very apparent. Even when I teach BodyCombat I talk about food. It
always makes me laugh when a reviewer makes a comment about how the main
character of my book could never eat that much and be skinny, but I am living
proof. On a typical day I eat very healthy and am super athletic, but when I
hang with my friends and eat, it usually involves several restaurants and
several thousand calories. Balance is key.
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