~*~ Cover Reveal & New Release ~*~ She – Part 2 by Annabel Fanning

I recently saw a photograph with the saying: “create what you wish existed”. I took that saying to heart in bringing She Part 1 & 2 to life. Within them, I wanted to write about a couple where everything goes right — no roadblocks, no drama-for-dramas-sake, no bullshit — just simplicity. Why, you might ask? Because I want to show that it’s possible. I want that passionate, playful, all-consuming, heart-wrenching love to exist, so I created it in these books and in these characters.

I’d like to live in a world where everyone knows that they are worthy and deserving of this type of romance: the game-changing, breathtaking, smile-inducing romance. And that everyone can experience this type of pleasure: the erotic, earth-shatteringly-good, yet grounded in equality and respect type of pleasure. That’s why I wrote this story.

I’ve loved every single minute that I’ve been immersed in their world, and I hope you are able to experience as much fun and laughter while reading it, as I did writing it. Send me an email or a message with your thoughts or questions. I’d be happy to hear from you.

Big love, Annabel x

She – Part 2 by Annabel Fanning

Date of Publication: October 1, 2015


LOVE and SEX at once is a powerful combination. LOVE and SEX in Paris is better. Dive in to Annabel Fanning’s stunning follow up to the bestselling She Part 1. In this sequel Annabel continues to effortlessly marry several genres. From laugh-out-loud comedy to steaming erotica to heart pounding romance, She Part 2 has it all.

Picking up where Part 1 left off, Gemima and Logan escape Paris for the weekend to indulge in all manner of pleasurable things on the French Riviera. Relaxation, sightseeing and sex — it’s a perfect combination!

Once back in Paris, life hands out a few surprises, from troublesome ex-boyfriends, to changes at work, to a heartwarming best friends confession. But the lead up to Logan’s birthday brings one event that Gemima must conquer (and try her best not to say anything inappropriate which, you know, is hard for her!) She must meet Logan’s parents, and his bastard of a brother…

Taking place over thirteen electric days, She Part 2 continues to explore love, sex and a relationship unlike any other you’ve ever read.

“We’ve been vulnerable right from the very start. Completely open, completely honest. No red tape, no bullshit, no drama. Just real.” For readers 18+ over only. Contains very explicit sexual content, and an ending that will make you smile.

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About Annabel Fanning

Annabel Fanning began writing songs as a child, the most memorable of which was entitled: “Tropical Night in Switzerland”. Throughout her teens, songwriting was the most rebellious form of expression that she was willing to partake in (no tattoos, drugs, or biker boys), and her love for storytelling developed. There was just one problem: music wasn’t her passion. A month before her 20th birthday whilst sitting under the Californian sun a few deck chairs down from Robert Pattinson, inspiration struck, and Annabel began writing her first novel. The years passed and now at 26, Annabel has written a handful of novels, which she plans on releasing throughout 2015/16.

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The bar is noisy, dark, and bustling with Friday night activity. A large crowd of people stands between me, in the doorway, and the bar itself — my destination. I’m motionless on my sky-high heels, observing the scene. Then I sway a little unsteadily, no doubt due to the copious amount of wine that I drank at dinner. I flatten my dress, straighten my posture, lift my head high and demand my usual composure to resume. OK, so composure might be too strong a word to describe my usual state. But tonight I’m not myself; I am, quite literally, being someone else. Don’t fuck this up, I tell myself, as nerves unexpectedly take ahold of me. It doesn’t help that I’ve never played the type of game that I’m about to play… Just do it how they do it in the movies.

I peer through the mass of people and spot him, sitting alone at the far end of the bar, waiting. Then I start walking, parting the crowded room as I go, batting my eyelashes at those I pass, smiling cordially, getting myself into the appropriate mindset for the game ahead.

It feels good in here; the other visitors are lively, and upbeat, and happy. On the other side of the crowd the room seems somehow quieter. I can hear the music playing from speakers above (an old-fashioned jazz tune), and for a few moments my attention is taken by the splendour of the decor. It is to die for: art-deco everything, just as advertised. I observe the bay windows, beyond which the dark night conceals the view of the ocean that I’ve waited years to see. Tomorrow, I think. Right now I have another, more urgent thing to attend to.

My eyes fix on the man sitting alone at the bar. My target, my game plan, my kill of the night. My stomach jolts. Jeez, he’s gorgeous, and he’s dressed in accordance with the style of the room: smart black suit pants contain his long legs, a crisp white shirt accentuates his taut, muscular torso, black suspenders hug his body in a way that I’m envious of, and a light pink bow tie sits under his stubbled neck and jaw and just so happens to match the colour of my dress. Perfect. His medium-blonde hair is slicked back, completing the look. He is breathtaking, a flawless mix of classically handsome and modernly sexy.

He looks up at me for the briefest of moments, then looks away, and then does a double take. I’ve captured his attention. Good, I think. Very good! He looks me up and down, openly, brazenly, and my nerves make themselves known once more. Cool it, Gem, I warn myself. You can do this, I give myself a pep talk. Just don’t break character first.

The man’s engaging pale-green eyes are alight as he surveys me; I can see within them the same desire that I feel within myself. Good, I think again. We’re both here for the same reason — to pick up.

My nerves somewhat calmed, I continue walking until I’m two seats away from him and I pull out a barstool. His eyes widen slightly. Hmm, did he think I was going to sit next to him? Did he think I was going to make it that easy? I smile to myself, tearing my eyes away from his beautiful face. Instead I sit, and turn my attention towards the barman.

“Votre spécial pour la soirée, s’il vous plaît,” I smile. Your special for the evening, please.

He nods and goes about getting my drink. On my left I can feel the man’s eyes on me, he’s piercing me with his gaze, so much so that I’m drawn, like a moth to a flame, to look at him. When I do he smiles at me, dimples becoming pronounced in his chiseled cheeks, and I feel a current of carnal longing head straight for my groin. Him…and I…oh, this is going to be a good night!

He leans forward across the vacant seat between us, to ask me, “Would you like to play a game?”

I can’t help but smile back. I thought we already were, I say in my mind. Out loud, I answer with a nonchalant shrug, “Sure.”

His smile broadens slightly, drawing my eyes to look at his full, pink lips. “Say I like cops without your lips touching.”

Immediately I do as he asks, but my words come out as I like cocks rather than cops, causing both of us to burst into immature giggles. I roll my eyes at him.

The ice broken, the man points to the empty seat between us. “May I?” he asks.

“Sure,” I say again, this time a little more warmly.

He moves over to sit next to me and a sudden, exciting, electrical charge begins to build between us. It’s potent right from the off, and makes my heart hammer in my chest. We look at each other, both of us feeling it, both of us instinctively knowing where our night is headed.

“What’s your name?” he wants to know.

“Let’s not,” I say immediately, shaking my head. “Let’s keep that a mystery,” I request.

He nods his agreement, a smile playing on the edge of his lips. Then the bartender delivers my drink, and my late-night rendezvous raises his own glass up to toast mine.

“Cheers,” I say as seductively as I can.

We both take a drink, never taking our eyes off of one another. The charge keeps building. It’s hot and steamy inside this bubble we’re in.

“Miss. No-Name, you look phenomenal,” the stranger coos, his voice full of allure, the tips of his fingers teasing my knee.

I shift out of his reach. I can tease him too, I think slyly. “Thank you,” I grin at him. “Do you like my dress? It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” My knee-length, light-pink dress with intricate black-bead detailing might just be the most special garment I’ve ever had the pleasure of wearing. It fits over my five-foot-seven, svelte hour-glass frame in a confidence-boosting manner.

“Very,” he compliments. “Much like its inhabitant,” he says.

I ignore his latter comment. “My boyfriend bought it for me,” I tell him, proudly.

“Your—your boyfriend?” he stammers, looking surprised. “Where is he tonight?” he asks, looking around the crowded room.

“Upstairs. In our room,” I explain quickly. “He’s…working,” I lie. “We just had a late dinner, during which he partially pleasured me under the table,” I overshare. Seriously, Gem, is that how you speak to a stranger? Move right along, I order myself. “Now he’s working.”

“Only partially?” the stranger seems perturbed. The look in his eyes tells me that he’d like nothing more than to remedy my situation. “I don’t like the sound of your boyfriend. No wonder you’re down here, prowling,” he says, his eyes gleaming.

My heart hammers even harder in my chest. “I wasn’t going to let a good night go to waste,” I shrug, attempting to be nonchalant once more.

“Just as well,” he smiles at me; a smile that I feel all over my body. He sucks on his bottom lip in that unconscious way he does… Shit! I shake my head. You don’t know this man, I remind myself.

Refocussing myself, I ask, “And you, stranger? Are you here with someone?”

“No,” he shakes his head quickly. “I’m here alone.” He lifts his glass to take another swig. I smell that he’s drinking whiskey, straight, and I revel in knowing that I’ll taste it on his tongue soon. Very soon.

I can’t keep a smile from forming on my lips. “I was hoping that might be the case,” I confess. Then, bravely, I lean in and press my lips against his for a brief moment before forcing his mouth open with my tongue and brushing it against his. Mmm, he tastes delicious. Our eyes are open and locked on each other the whole time. I brush my tongue slowly against his again, smiling at the same time, before I pull back and suck on my own bottom lip, whispering, “I like whiskey.”

His face lights up. Oh, this is so much fun!


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Immerse yourself in Annabel Fanning’s follow up to the international bestselling She Part 1.
Gemima and Logan are indulging in all manner of pleasurable things on the French Riviera. Relaxation, sightseeing and sex — it’s a perfect combination.
Back in Paris, life hands out a few surprises, from troublesome ex-boyfriends, to changes at work, to a heartwarming best friend’s confession. But the lead up to Logan’s birthday brings one event that Gemima must conquer (and try her best not to say anything inappropriate which, you know, is hard for her.) She must meet Logan’s parents, and his bastard of a brother…
She Part 2 explores love, sex and a relationship unlike any other. This smart-talking duo will leave you saying, “Oh mon dieu!”
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~*~ Cover Reveal ~*~ She Part #2 By Annabel Fanning


She, Part 2
by Annabel Fanning
Cover Reveal
March 15, 2015


“Are you ready?” he asks.
He holds out his hand and I take it without hesitation.
Gemima and Logan are crazy about each other. In She Part 1 they fell in love. What comes after love?
Well, they’re back in Paris, and they have a lot to look forward to!
Logan’s birthday…Meeting the parents…Gemima’s promotion…And a night that will change their lives forever.
She Part 2 is an erotic tale about being in love. Combining romance, humour, and sex, this smart-talking duo will leave you saying, “Oh mon dieu!”


Excerpt 1:
Excerpt 1 (unedited & subject to change)
My afternoon is slower than my morning. A fault in the IT department means that the internet is down, making the online research that I wanted to do for my two new projects impossible. I delight in hearing my phone ring an hour before leaving time. Please be someone that’ll talk my ear off for the next hour, I beg, as I answer in my usual receptionist-style.
My wish is granted: it’s Logan!
“Look up,” his voice purrs.
I do, expectantly, and I’m not left disappointed. He’s standing the doorway between reception and the large room in which my cubicle sits. He is simply perfection. Automatically I stand as he walks over to my desk.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, feeling giddy by the surprise.
He bows his head as his lips brush softly against mine. “We’ve got a meeting,” he smiles at me.
“No, we don’t,” I stammer. Do we?
“Yes,” Logan insists, “look, it’s right here…” He retrieves a pen from my desk tidy and proceeds to write in my work diary under Monday, March 3rd:

Meeting with Logan Leary at 4.30PM ♡

“You are good at drawing love hearts,” I tease him.
Laughing, he says, “There’s not much to it, baby.” Then he takes my hand and (no doubt having been in one before during previous business meetings with Amelie) he leads the way to one of the meeting rooms, aptly choosing the one room whose blinds are down. Butterflies fill my tummy as he pulls me inside and changes the sign on the door from Vacant to Meeting in Progress: Do Not Disturb.
He shuts the door and then turns to look at me, his eyes filled with longing.
I try to ignore the feelings that have abruptly risen in me; such amorous emotions are not welcome at my place of work. I try to be cool and casual as I say, “So, this meeting…what did you want to discuss?”
“Your many curvatures,” he says.
My eyes widen, and I can’t keep the smile from my face. “Oh? Those?”
“Yes, I’ve been thinking about them all day,” he tells me.
“What about them in particular were you pondering?” I ask, twirling around and showing off my curvatures.
“Well…” he smiles.
I hold up a hand to stop. “Damn, I’ve forgotten my pen; I can’t take notes,” I sigh. I walk over to him, a smile playing on my lips, and slip my hand into the hidden breast pocket of his jacket where I know he keeps his phone. I pull it out, and ask, “You don’t mind if I take notes on here, do you?”
“I could have just handed it to you,” he points out, grinning.
“I prefer getting it myself,” I say honestly. I call up Siri and command her to start taking notes. “Now, Mr. Leary, my many curvatures…what about them?” I ask, the phone held high in my hand, taking note of our conversation.
“Well,” he begins again, “since you are so good at your job I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept of less is more. I really do believe that in the case of your curvatures, the less fabric there is covering them, the better.”
Oh, Logan! “I see,” I nod. Don’t swoon, Gemima. Not yet! “Uh, just so I can fully grasp your meaning perhaps you could give me,” I pluck a number from thin air, “three examples?”
Logan smiles at me, enjoying our play with words. But before he feels able to touch me, here at my place of work, his eyes dart to the four corners of the room and he asks me cautiously, “Are there security cameras in here?”
His words hold so much hidden promise! “I don’t know,” I say, my mouth suddenly dry. What’s he going to do to me? Whatever it is, I can hardly wait! “I don’t think so, but if there are you can bet Amelie will be knocking on the door momentarily.”
We wait a few seconds; there’s no knock.
Logan’s smile returns. “Three examples?” he checks, and I nod again. “Alright, let’s begin here…” His hand rests on my left hip and runs south over my thigh. “And here…” He does the same thing on my right side. “And here…” He takes a step towards me so that we’re flush against each other, and then runs both hands from the small of my back down, over my backside.
His hands glide smoothly over the fabric of my skirt, his touch turning me on. As he speaks and strokes me our eyes pour into one another’s, our lips only inches apart.
We wait another few seconds; still no one interrupts us.
“That’s three,” I say breathlessly.
“No, no,” he chuckles. “They count as one.”
Oh? I grin at him and raise an eyebrow. “Two more then,” I permit.
“Very good, Samuels,” he says. ”These count as one as well,” he tells me, his hands skimming over my breasts. “And these…” His hands trail along my collar bone, over my shoulders and down my upper arms. “And then there’s here…” This time he uses his lips to kiss the curve in my neck.
“That’s already uncovered,” I point out. Uh, shut up, Gem!
“So it is,” Logan murmurs, kissing my neck again, more fervidly. “And this curve…” He kisses my cheek. “And this one…” My nose. “And here…” My eyelid.
All uncovered also, I don’t say.
“And, of course,” he smiles against my lips, “these curves…” He kisses my lips, and I’m undone.
I throw my arms around his neck and cradle his head, kissing him with gusto. A moan escapes me as our tongues crash forcefully against one another. He’s come here, to my work, and seduced me entirely. Mmm, he tastes so delicious, his passion and fervour for me evident in the way he holds and kisses me. This definitely beats actually working!
“Before you distract me completely,” Logan breathes, sounding as flustered as I suddenly feel, “I feel I should add that there is one more curvature that I happened to know from previous experience that I cannot access when this sexy skirt of yours is on.”
“Curvatures uncovered. I understand,” I tell him. “You’ve made your point. You’ve made it very well, Mr. Leary.” I look down at Logan’s phone and tell it to stop taking notes: it’s heard quite enough!
“What would you like me to do with the notes?” his phone asks me.
My eyes grow wide. Technology talking back to me is still so weird!
“Send them to my mother,” Logan jokes.
“Sending to your mother,” the phone says in a monotonous tone.
I blanch. Shit!
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About the Author:
I’m sort of international in terms of my parents’ mixed-nationalities and where I’ve lived, but I think of myself as British. I spent my childhood in an idyllic Scottish country town. Now I live in Perth, Western Australia.
The idea for SHE came to me at the beginning of this year. I was working on a website as a freelance editor and I saw several posts about writers required for short erotic stories. My curiosity was sparked!!
I wrote the first two pages of SHE and something clicked within me. I knew I wanted to (had to) keep writing it and a plot formed in my mind soon after.
Because this was my first piece of erotic writing I had anticipated that SHE would be a short story, but once these characters got going they could not keep their hands off of each other
Very soon I surpassed the 100k mark and I had so much I still wanted to write, and so decided to cut SHE in Parts 1 & 2.

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She by Annabel Fanning is LIVE and on SALE!
Love, sex, Paris…$1.99 for 3 days only! 1-click this #bestseller now!
Logan has loved Gemima for years. 
Gemima doesn’t know. 
After her deadpan relationship implodes, Logan seizes his chance to rock her world.
Set in picturesque Paris, SHE is an erotic tale about falling madly in love. Combining sex, passion, and romance, these two high-flying professionals will leave you saying, “Oh, la la!”
Already bought She? Now’s the perfect time to gift a copy to your friends! Each ebook you buy earns you 1 entry into Annabel’s massive paperback #giveaway!! See the pinned post on her #facebook page for more.
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