Backlist Bash: Heidi Lynn Anderson

Welcome to Day Three of the Backlist Bash! With us today is HEIDI LYNN ANDERSON, author of the steamy romance Just Sex. Sounds spicy, yes?

SHR: What makes this particular book your favorite?

HLA: Just Sex is the first book I ever wrote. It is the nearest and dearest to my heart because it took me a long time to write it and even longer to get it published. Because of that, the character in this book became like family to me and I found myself pulling for them to have their HEA.

SHR: Who published it? When?

HLA: Ellora’s Cave May 2012.

SHR: Tell us a little about what you went through to get it published.

HLA: OMG! I rewrote Just Sex 18 times before I even submitted it. And when it finally was accepted that was when the real work started.

SHR: On writing in general: What’s the hardest part for you? Why?

HLA: Spelling and where to put a damn comma.

It’s a long story but needless to say I am a horrible speller and every publisher has differing views about commas. For a girl who likes hard rules when it comes to these things it messes with my nerves.

SHR: Unrelated: What’s your favorite color?

HLA: Pink




Erotic Romance
(Older Woman, Younger Man)


When J.J. stumbles upon his conservative client in the throes of a self-induced climax, his desire to have Kat’s curvy body beneath his reaches the breaking point. At that moment, J.J. knows she needs someone to tend to more than just her yard. Now to convince Kat that he’s the right man for the job.

Judging by her pristine yard, Kat already knows J.J. is good with his hands—and she’s more than willing to put those hands to better use. The man fulfills her every lusty dream, and Kat never thought a sex-filled fling would change her life for the good. Too bad it can’t last…



J.J. arrived at Kat’s large home just as the garage door closed behind her SUV. His gaze roamed over the lush grounds. He couldn’t hold his smile at bay. Pride filled him. The guys who came after he left last week did a good job. J.J. knew he was lucky. The men he hired worked hard and took pride in their jobs. He got out of his truck, retrieved his tools and made his way up the walk.

If he had a house, this was what he would like the landscaping to look like.

Pink and white impatiens swayed in the breeze in their mulched beds and an array of small decorative shrubs framed the space like an expensive picture frame. They accented the house’s Victorian style to a tee.

If the south Florida heat and humidity didn’t soak his skin, J.J. would have thought he was standing in front of a house in New England. He tried not to remember what happened last week after he left this place.

J.J. knew he fucked it up with Sally big time. He still couldn’t believe he called Kat’s name when he came in Sally’s mouth. Disgust ran through his veins like acid, his mother had taught him to respect women, not degrade them.

He set down his tools next to the house and went to work. J.J. had tried to reach Sally all week to apologize, but she wasn’t answering his calls, texts or emails. He even went to her house and job with no success.

After a half hour of weeding, J.J. was almost ready to start mowing. Maybe Kat would watch him from her bedroom window. He yanked an impatien instead of a weed. “Fuck.” J.J. pulled himself back to the task at hand. Sweat rolled down his face and dripped onto the moist ground. He glanced up at Kat’s bedroom window and wiped at the sweat dripping in his eyes.

A woman’s soft cries floated through the air. His heart stuttered and an odd mix of lust and fear filled him. J.J. tossed his tools to the ground and raced to the sounds. The whimpers became louder and he saw an open window on the side of the house. “Shit.” Doesn’t Kat know how unsafe leaving a ground floor window open is, especially for someone as wealthy and well known as she?

J.J. tried not to trample the new flowers in his panicked race to the window. Someone could break in. His thoughts were stopped short as shock ricocheted through his body right to his cock. “Fuck!” A herd of buffalo sat on his chest.

Kat floated in a cloud-like bed, the light-pink hue from the walls washing over her naked body, accenting every sweat-slicked, sexy curve. J.J.’s mouth watered. Her pink-tipped tits begged for his attention and her pussy glistened with her cream. The need to know how she tasted overwhelmed him and Kat’s raw moans of pleasure set his nerve endings on fire.





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