Spotlight & Giveaway: The Escape by Shoshanna Evers

Posted January 14th, 2014 by in Blog, Spotlight / 44 comments

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome romance author Shoshanna Evers to HJ!


 Hi Shoshanna, welcome back to HJ!

5 things readers should know about you?

Shoshanna43_avi_200x300px41. I’ve lived in New York, Florida, Los Angeles, and now Northern Idaho — all in the past 3 years. Hoping to settle down in Idaho, it’s gorgeous here!

2. My favorite food is lemonade. Not a food, you say? My body doesn’t know that. Whenever I’m hungry, I reach for real lemonade first.

3. I’m a prepper — my husband and I would do all right if something happened to the US like it did in the Pulse Trilogy!

4. Before I became a full-time author, I was an registered nurse. It was a very fulfilling career, but whenever I get overwhelmed with writing deadlines, I remember it’s not life-or-death, like my old job! 🙂

5. I’ve recently grown out my bangs, and need a new author headshot so you guys can see what I really look like now, lol. I better get on that!

Let’s talk about your newest release: The Escape, Book 2 in the Pulse Trilogy

If you had to summarize the book for the readers here

Here’s the blurb for The Escape, Book 2 in the Pulse Trilogy:


In Book Two of the erotic dystopian Pulse Trilogy, Jenna escapes New York City only to be tracked down by a soldier who might be her only hope of survival.

Jenna doesn’t know if she believes what Emily and Mason told her—that America is rebuilding and a better life awaits her outside of Manhattan. But with the power grid down and no connection to the outside world, Jenna will die if she stays at Grand Central’s FEMA camp, selling her body to soldiers.

Private Ken Barker is sent to capture Jenna when she escapes—but Jenna knows he’s one of the good guys and tries to seduce him into joining her. Their passionate sex kindles something even stronger than lust between them, and when Barker goes back to Grand Central he sees the horrors there with new eyes.

Now it’s his turn to escape the city, and he knows he must take Jenna with him or she’ll die at the camp. On the road, they’ll start a new life together, hoping against hope that the electricity between them will prove more than just a spark—that together they might finally light up their dark nights.

Please tell us about the characters in your book?

Jenna was Emily’s roommate on the Tracks in The Pulse, Book 1 in the Pulse Trilogy. She doesn’t feel like the victim of an abusive system that she actually is, and treats prostituting herself on the Tracks of Grand Central as a chance to experiment sexually. In The Escape, everything changes, and she has to run, leaving behind everything she knows for a chance at a better life.

Barker is the sexy soldier sent to capture Jenna and bring her back to Grand Central. But he’s one of the good guys, and when he sees the danger closing in on them, he must team up with Jenna to escape.

Colonel Lanche – the corrupt leader of the FEMA camp at Grand Central, who will do anything to keep his power, and punish Jenna for getting away.

Clarissa – Jenna’s friend, who joins her and Barker on the run.

Evan – the teenager (just turned 18) who also joins Jenna and her friends.

Emily and Mason: Our hero and heroine from The Pulse, Book 1 in the Pulse Trilogy, continue their adventure in The Escape… and it all comes together in Clarissa and Trent’s story in The Thrust, Book 3 in the Pulse Trilogy – with a battle for freedom, and for their hearts.

Was it love at first sight for your characters? If not what was the pivotal moment of change?

Definitely not love at first sight — but the first time Jenna meets Barker at the camp, she’s struck by how different he is from the other soldiers, in a good way. So imagine her surprise when it’s Barker who captures her after she escapes Grand Central… and he’s the one man she can’t seem to manipulate sexually. He sees her for who she really is, not just who she’s trying to portray. And that changes things.

If your characters could go back in time and change one thing what would it be? Why?

Gosh, I imagine they’d go back to our present day time, and prepare to be self-sufficient for when the grid collapses. If Jenna had stocked up on long-term storage food, water, maybe lived someplace safer and less populated than Manhattan, she would have fared much better– and not ended up at the mercy of Colonel Lanche.

What scene did you have the most fun writing? Why?

I loved writing the scene where Barker catches up with Jenna, and she figures out how to get away from him. She’s a smart cookie, that girl.

Barker furrowed his dark eyebrows. “Let me see if you’re injured. Don’t move.”

With careful, gentle hands, he brushed the glass away and lifted her wet and bloodied shirt.

“Your shirt protected you pretty well. You have two cuts here from the glass, but they don’t look deep.”

Jenna winced as he probed the wound, checking it. “You’re not a doctor.”

“No, but I know you’re all right. Okay? You’re fine. They’re just bleeding a little now. Nothing big.”

He pressed her shirt against the cuts, holding pressure on them. After a moment, he let go. Her stomach was fine, although it burned like a bitch.

“Please, you’re a good guy. I know you are,” she said. She looked up at him through her lashes, hoping to get him to see her as pretty, as feminine. To see her as a damsel in distress. “You can save me.”

“I am saving you, Jenna. You’ll die out here. I have orders from the Colonel to bring you back to the camp for questioning.”

***I’m cutting out some spoilers in the scene here***

“No one’s going to kill you,” he said. “Not me. Not anyone. Can I let you go?”

“Yes, please.”

“Don’t run.”

She smiled. “I’m badly injured. I can’t run.”

Barker raised his eyebrows but he let go of her wrist. “Stand up. We gotta head back before it gets dark.”

He helped her up, and she moaned, pretending the cuts on her stomach were worse than they were. She doubled over and turned away from him, gagging as if she might throw up from the effort.

Barker took a step back and she stood.

“I’m okay, thanks,” she said.

And then she ran.

What scene was the hardest to write? Why?

The hardest scenes to write were the ones involving Evan, the teenager (just turned 18) who joins Jenna, Barker, and their crew. When he gets kidnapped by Colonel Lanche, the abuse they rain upon him turned my stomach. But the story had to be told, and Evan turned out to be a lot stronger than I ever could have imagined.

The Colonel looked at the fresh bruise Evan could feel forming on his right cheekbone.

“What’d you do to him?”

Scar shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Don’t ask, don’t tell, soldier,” Lanche said, and laughed. “Had to take a leak, my ass.”


Suddenly the reality of what they were talking about hit him. Lanche thought that Scar had . . . like, molested him or something. He hadn’t. He was creepy as fuck, but he hadn’t. What he had done was hit him for no reason. Asshole.

Scar coughed. “No, sir, nothing like that.”

“Well, you can have him if you want. I don’t give a fuck. Maybe it’ll get him to talk.”

Evan felt faint. “I need to sit down.”

Scar let go of his shirt collar, and Evan crumpled to the floor, his hands still zip-tied behind his back.

“Uncuff him,” Lanche ordered. Then he went over to the door and locked it.

Scar pulled out a switchblade and hovered over Evan threateningly before reaching behind him and cutting the zip-ties. Evan brought his hands around to the front and rubbed his wrists.

“So,” Lanche said, sounding almost friendly. “What were you doing with a crew of known terrorists? Maybe they kidnapped you?”

Evan stared up at him but didn’t answer.

“You are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Lanche said, his voice light, teasing. “You look like one of those, whatcha call them, boy bands. Or like a little lesbian. You sure you’re a dude? Maybe we’ll even find a place for you on the Tracks, if you’re good.”

Evan looked away. He wasn’t going to let them intimidate him like that. Looked like a boy band? What a moron. That didn’t even make sense.

The colonel nodded to Scar, who grabbed Evan’s hair, and pulled his head back so far his neck hurt.

“I don’t think you recognize the seriousness of the situation you’re in, Evan,” Lanche said softly. “I own you now. You have to do what I say.”

Evan tried not to let them see he was in pain, but Scar had a death grip on his hair. A whimper escaped his throat, and he cursed himself for it.

How did your character spend the week just before the story starts?

The Escape starts exactly where The Pulse left off – so I can’t really say without spoiling The Pulse for those who haven’t read it yet!

I will say that for Jenna, things have taken a major turn for the worst, and she’s forced to flee.

Who would you cast in the role of your characters if your book was optioned for a movie?

Ooh, that’s a hard one! I know that Evan would be Justin Bieber, lol. But for my hero and heroine? Hmmm. I could see Jenna played by a blonde Jennifer Lawrence, and perhaps Barker could be played by Josh Hartnett!

What are you currently working on? What other releases so you have planned for 2013 into 2014?

I’m currently working on getting audiobooks produced for The Enslaved Trilogy! 2014 is going to be a busy year. Here’s a list of what I’ve got planned so far:

Beauty and the Beast (an erotic re-imagining), February 14th, 2014

The Thrust, Pulse Trilogy Book Three, March 17th, 2014

Cowboy Heat – Cleis Press antho edited by Delilah Devlin, featuring Drop Two Tears in a Bucket, release date June 10th 2014

Can’t Get Enough – my short story Blake Eats Out (a Dominatrix Fantasy short story!!) will be in the Cleis Press antho edited by Tenille Brown, out June 21, 2014.

The Tycoon’s Convenient Bride…and Baby, Entangled Publishing, release date TBD 2014

Audiobooks for The Enslaved Trilogy, release date TBD 2014

Audiobook for Snowed in With the Tycoon, release date TBD 2014

Shoshanna Evers’ Short Shorts (an anthology of erotic short stories from my other anthologies) – TBD 2014

Submission: a Shoshanna Evers BDSM anthology – (BDSM novellas book bundle) release date TBD 2014

Thanks for blogging at HJ!

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This is a very naughty excerpt I haven’t shared online yet… adults only! 😉

An excerpt from The Escape, Book 2 in the Pulse Trilogy

© 2014 Shoshanna Evers Published by Simon & Schuster Pocket Star. All Rights Reserved.

Jenna kissed Barker deeply, her face angled up to meet his. He was so tall, and so strong. So fucking hot.

But she couldn’t let her desire cloud her thinking. She had to keep her goal in mind.

Get him to fall asleep, to let his guard down. Then grab the gun.

Barker pulled her tightly to him, and she moaned, her panties dampening from his touch. Part of her was conflicted about manipulating him, but the other part—the survivor in her—couldn’t stop thinking about what the morning would bring if he succeeded in taking her back to Grand Central.

Back to hell.

“We could do this every night. Find our own place, hole up . . .” she whispered.

“Please, Jenna . . . Everything’s going to be okay. Pretend with me, just for tonight, that everything is fine.”

His fingers dipped between her legs, and she inhaled sharply. Fuck, that felt good.


She stood on her tiptoes, trying to give him better access. He teased her wet pussy with his fingers, rubbing her clit. God, when was the last time a man took his time bringing her pleasure?

It had been way too long.

“Get on the bed,” he said softly. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you.”

She grinned and hopped on the bed. “How do you want me?”

“On your back. Legs spread. Just like that.” He smiled down at her and shook his head. “You’re so fucking amazing, you know that, right?”

Jenna licked the tip of her finger and ran it through the short curls on her mound, finding herself wet.

“I’m ready for you.”

“Mmmm.” Barker settled himself between her legs and dropped a tender kiss to her inner thigh. “I won’t consider you ready until you’re begging for it.”

She let her head loll back on the pillow, luxuriating in the feel of something soft beneath her head, of a real bed beneath her thighs instead of a thin, dirty mattress on the floor of a subway car.

And then he licked her.

Jenna ran her fingers over his shaved head, wishing he had hair she could tangle her fingers into. Wishing he didn’t look like a soldier.

The gun. Don’t forget the gun.

But all thoughts of escape fled her mind as he took her body to the edge of climax and kept her there for what seemed like ages, kissing her, licking her, sliding his fingers deep inside.

She came hard, gasping, and gripped the sheet until her knuckles turned white.

“Fuck me, please, Barker, fuck me,” she moaned. “I need it.”

He pulled himself up to her face, his lips shiny with her gloss. “For a dirty girl, you taste really good.”

She laughed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Come on. I begged—I’m begging. Please.”

With a hard thrust, he was inside her, his cock filling her.

She gasped at the intensity of the sensation. He was fucking huge. “Holy shit.”

“Are you okay?” He paused, not moving, letting her body become accustomed to his size.

“Better than okay.” She rocked her hips up to meet his, taking in all of him.

Barker groaned and slid out before thrusting into her again. “I need to do this quickly first, and then I’ll be able to take my time with you,” he whispered. “So hold on.”

Jenna gripped his back, wrapping her legs around his waist as he rammed into her again and again, the bed slamming against the wall with each thrust.

He fucked her so hard it hurt, the erotic pain melding into pleasure with the pressure on her G-spot. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, and he moaned, his face distorting into a primal grimace as he came with a hoarse shout.

“Don’t move,” he warned. “I’m not done. I just need a minute.”

Jenna laughed. “My pussy needs a minute, too, after that.”

Barker frowned and pulled out of her, caressing her sensitive folds. “Everything okay?”

“I’m a whore, Barker, not a virgin.” She sighed.

Suddenly she was facedown against the bed, and Barker spanked her ass with one hard swat.

“Hey!” Jenna scrambled to the top of the bed. “What was that for?”

“You are officially no longer a whore. I don’t ever want to hear those words come from your mouth again.”

“Well, I am.”

Barker shook his head and pulled her over his naked lap again, spanking her just once, but hard.

Jenna felt a flush rise through her body, warming her cheeks. She sat up.

He looked at her sternly. “You did what you had to do, and now you don’t have to anymore. When we go back to the camp, I’ll make sure you get what you need.”

The camp. When would he realize that taking her there would be a death sentence?

“That sounds great,” she said simply, because arguing him would only make him more alert, more aware of what she was doing. And she needed him passed out.

“Sorry about that,” he said, nodding toward her spank-reddened ass.

“That’s okay. . . . I’m used to men lying to me.”

Barker stood, naked, from the bed. Even in a semi-flaccid state, he was hung like a horse. “Whoa. What do you mean, lying? How did I lie?”

“You told me you wouldn’t hit me. My ass knows otherwise.”

“There’s a big difference between a little spanking and punching a woman in the face.”

Jenna shrugged. “Okay. Didn’t realize you were kinky.”

“I’m not. I’m a traditionalist, if anything. My girlfriend used to love it when I gave her a bit of a discipline spanking. Guess I’m . . . out of touch.”

“Okay, so we’re back in the fifties, then.”

Stop arguing with him, Jenna. Shut up already.

But she was never very good about shutting up.

“I’ll play your sweet little housewife,” she said, “you’ll play the hardworking husband who spanks his wife for not having dinner on the table at six.”

He shook his head. “Forget it. Sorry I cared that you were degrading yourself. Calling yourself a whore.”


“No, wait, Barker. . . . I’m sorry. I think I’d rather be a fifties housewife than a prostitute. Really.”

“I didn’t say anything about wanting a housewife, okay? I just wanted to get your attention, and spanking you just happened. Probably because your naked ass was right there.”

“Ah, yes. Blame the woman’s naked ass for asking for a spanking.”

“I’m going to sleep with the dead guy,” he said, and started to grab his rifle.

“No!” Jenna jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck, desperate to get him away from his gun, and back into the bed. “You promised me another round.”

“I don’t think we’re such a good match, after all.”

“Please, please, come back to bed,” she begged, reaching down between their bodies. She grabbed hold of his cock, wrapping her fingers around it.

“Let go.”

Jenna ignored him and dropped to her knees, putting her mouth on the tip and swirling her tongue around the salty slit.

“Don’t do this, Jenna,” he groaned, but he wasn’t fighting her. No, his hands were in her hair now—and he wasn’t pushing her away.

His cock tasted like sex, and she took as much of him into her mouth as she could, gently stroking the rest with her hands.

“You don’t have to do this. . . .” he said, but his eyes were closed.

“I want to,” she whispered. “Lie down, you’ll be more comfortable.”

To her surprise, he listened, stumbling backward until he hit the bed. She ran her hands up his thick, strong thighs and swallowed his cock again.

“I’m sorry I spanked you,” he said.

“I think you were right, if it makes you feel better,” she said, taking her lips off him. “I promise not to call myself a whore anymore.”


He was hard, so hard.

“Just relax and let me do all the work this time,” Jenna said, and straddled his muscular legs.

Barker smiled up at her and moaned with desire as she sank down onto him.

She leaned forward, circling her hips slowly, using his body for her pleasure. They rocked together like this, with her on top, until she climaxed magnificently and gasped his name into the dark night.

Her orgasm sent him over the edge, and he grabbed her hips, lifting her up and down on his cock until he came hard, exploding inside of her.

She fell forward, her head resting on his shoulder, listening to their light panting until her heartbeat slowed.

“Sleep with me tonight,” she whispered. “Keep me warm.”

Barker pulled her into the crook of his arm and spread the sleeping bag over them. “Everything’s going to be all right,” he murmured.

“Where would you be, if you could be anywhere in the world right now?” she asked softly, feeling the rise and fall of his chest.

“Right here.”

“Think about it. Where would you be, you know, to be safe?”

“We’re safe tonight,” he said, kissing the top of her hair.

“I’d be fishing on the coast somewhere. Eating well every night. Getting a tan.”

“I love fishing,” he murmured. “And sailing. Used to go sailing all the time with my dad, you know . . . before. We’ve got a boat at the Locust Point Marina. Used to sail out to the Long Island Sound.”

“Never heard of that marina.”

He laughed softly. “It’s random. In the Bronx, off the Throgs Neck.”

“I like random,” she said. “I’m going to dream about that. A boat. Sailing.”

“I wish I could take you there,” he whispered.

“It’s a date,” she said, and smiled.

They fell asleep, comforted by each other’s nearness. The night was eerily silent without the sound of people or traffic that used to flow beneath every apartment window.

Jenna woke with a start at morning’s first light.


She hadn’t meant to sleep so long. Barker was still passed out next to her, his arm shielding his handsome face from the light.

Slowly, carefully, Jenna extricated herself from the bed and pulled her clothes on. She grabbed his backpack of supplies and put it on, surprised by how heavy it was.

The sleeping bag would help, but she couldn’t risk taking it without waking him up.

Get the gun and go.

Imagining him waking up, only to realize he’d been duped, bothered her.

Forget him. Get the gun or you’ll be dead.

She grabbed his gun, and headed for the door.

Book Info:

The Escape, Book 2 in the Pulse Trilogy

In Book Two of the erotic dystopian Pulse Trilogy, Jenna escapes New York City only to be tracked down by a soldier who might be her only hope of survival.

Jenna doesn’t know if she believes what Emily and Mason told her—that America is rebuilding and a better life awaits her outside of Manhattan. But with the power grid down and no connection to the outside world, Jenna will die if she stays at Grand Central’s FEMA camp, selling her body to soldiers.

Private Ken Barker is sent to capture Jenna when she escapes—but Jenna knows he’s one of the good guys and tries to seduce him into joining her. Their passionate sex kindles something even stronger than lust between them, and when Barker goes back to Grand Central he sees the horrors there with new eyes.

Now it’s his turn to escape the city, and he knows he must take Jenna with him or she’ll die at the camp. On the road, they’ll start a new life together, hoping against hope that the electricity between them will prove more than just a spark—that together they might finally light up their dark nights.
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Author Bio

Critically-acclaimed author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories including Amazon Erotica Bestsellers Overheated, and Enslaved, Book 1 in the Enslaved Trilogy, as well as the post-apocalyptic dystopian Pulse Trilogy from Simon & Schuster Pocket Star. Her work has been featured in Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and Best Bondage Erotica 2013, the Penguin/Berkley Heat anthology Agony/Ecstasy, and numerous erotic BDSM novellas including Chastity Belt and Punishing the Art Thief from Ellora’s Cave Publishing.

The non-fiction anthology Shoshanna Evers edited and contributed to, How To Write Hot Sex: Tips from Multi-Published Erotic Romance Authors, is a #1 Bestseller in the Authorship, Erotica Writing Reference, and Romance Writing categories on Amazon.

Reviewers have called Shoshanna’s writing “fast paced, intense, and sexual…every naughty fantasy come to life for the reader” with stories where “the plot is fresh and the pacing excellent, the emotions…real and poignant.”

Shoshanna used to work as a syndicated advice columnist and a registered nurse, but now she’s a full-time smut writer and a home-schooling mom. She lives with her family and two big dogs in Northern Idaho.

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44 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: The Escape by Shoshanna Evers”

  1. Christine Kochanowski

    We are hopelessly unprepared, though I do try to talk my husband into it. Maybe if I win I can get some tips. lol Or just enjoy 🙂

  2. marcyshuler

    I don’t have preparations made like that, but my hubby does have a hand crank flashlight and also camping equipment that could be used.

  3. Christine L.

    My family and I are not in the least prepared. We do have water and other provisions on hand (thank you, warehouse club store) but nothing else particularly useful. Guess this should be a wake-up call to do something!

    • Shoshanna Evers (@ShoshannaEvers)

      Rita, I just recently escaped from SoCal, lol! We moved to Northern Idaho. One of my biggest concerns with SoCal was all the nuclear targets, and the high population density – more chance for civil unrest in a disaster. And earthquakes, natch. Make some preps! *g*

  4. Justine

    I think we would be okay with what we have. Mr. was never a Boy Scout but takes their motto to heart.

      • Shoshanna Evers (@ShoshannaEvers)

        Thanks! And I agree – it can get costly depending on how you do it. Here are two things you can do for free to prep: Make a plan with your loved ones about where you’ll meet up if you get separated and can’t call, and where you’ll leave a note if you have to evacuate (like taped to a window). Also, rinse out empty soda bottles and fill them with water, and put them under the bed. That way if the water runs out or turns off, you can buy some time before you dehydrate!

  5. Steph F.

    Being in Florida we always have an emergency kit and route set up. I have food, water, gas and other essentials. I’d be somewhat prepared for disaster.

  6. Margaret

    No emergency supplies, but the kids have been instructed on where to go and who to call if there ever was an emergency.

  7. DJ Sakata

    no actual plan, it is one of those things we always mean to do, but never seem to complete

  8. Chanpreet

    Oddly enough I was just thinking about how we really need to work a plan out because right now my family operates on the idea,”Have things gone bad? Lets all call each other and give advice on how to do things instead of helping or doing what needs to be done.” Unfortunately my family has had some scares in the past year and you’d think we’d have gotten it together by now, but we haven’t. -_-

  9. cahmmerritt

    We have a family plan and collapsable ladders in our girls’ rooms (on the 2nd floor) plus a purchased emergency supply bucket and first aid kit in the corner of the garage near the door and in both cars…

  10. Marina Marinova

    I have to say that I am not prepared at all. Also I live in a different country than my family so if disaster strikes I won’t even be able to meet with them 🙁

  11. Suzanne Edwards

    My husband thinks it’s a dumb idea, but I have baby wipes galore all ready to keep us clean! I hate to feel unshowered! (So, if the water is contaminated, then at least we can wipe our bodies clean) Also, we always have a new case of bottled water. Not much of a plan, but, a wee bit of thinking ahead.

  12. Jennifer Zorko-Legan

    We do. We have backup meeting plans, we always have extra cases of water and canned goods. We have hand crank flashlights and a weather/news radio.

  13. Michelle Huang

    Nope but I do know someone who is prepared for any disaster and she helped me get started…just don’t have the time or money to obtain the rest of the supplies.

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