DFRAT Guest Post: Anne Hope

Today we have Anne Hope on talking about how she made and switch and sharing an excerpt of her upcoming book Soul Bound. 


I must confess, I’m your typical laggard. It takes me a while to adapt to new technologies. Back when computers began steadily making their way into homes, I stubbornly clung to my typewriter. When DVD players hit the scene, I was quite content to continue using my VCR. So of course, when books went digital, I was a little wary.

Even after I published my first book with Samhain, I remained a diehard print book fan. I couldn’t picture myself reading a book on my computer for fun, especially after spending hours in front of the screen writing my own novels. For nearly three years, I refrained from buying an e-reader, even as I continued to publish e-books. Hypocritical of me, I know, but we laggards tend to be that way.

Aware and ashamed of this blatant hypocrisy, I finally decided to take the plunge. After researching several e-readers, I settled on the Kindle. It was well-rated, looked easy enough to use, and I already had an Amazon account—all important benefits when you’re as techno-challenged as I am.

When the package arrived in the mail, I was both excited and a little afraid. Would I like this new device? Would I hurt myself trying to figure it out? Fighting to subdue this sudden attack of cognitive dissonance, I gently opened the box and pulled out my new best friend. The first thing I noticed was the message on the screen, encouraging me to plug the device in. Sure, I thought, just as soon as I remove this sticker. I scratched at the top left corner. Nothing happened. I scratched at the top right corner without success. I turned the machine around, examined it in the light, scratched some more. Finally, it dawned on me.

There was no sticker! This was the actual screen, the screensaver in fact. The writing was so print-like, it fooled me into thinking I was looking at a printed document. Elation crested within me. Angels began to sing a heavenly aria. I was going to love my new e-reader!

From that day forth, I have purchased nothing but e-books. I’ve downloaded the free Kindle apps on my computer, laptop, iPad, and even my cell phone. Anywhere I am, at any time, I have access to my books. When I leave on vacation, I no longer have to cart a dozen or so paperbacks with me—a definite plus since the airlines now insist on charging for extra luggage.

I can get any book I want, whenever I want, at the touch of a button. I’ve become so addicted to this magical little device, that when my Kindle died a few weeks ago in a freak accident, I went online within minutes and ordered a new one. I even paid for express delivery!

I now understand the benefits of going digital, and although I’ll always carry a soft spot in my heart for the traditional printed book, I don’t see myself going back. This laggard has officially jumped onto the bandwagon. I can’t express how excited I am to see where technology takes us next.


“Not like that. Put your weight into it.” Jace had spent the better part of the morning sharing some of Regan’s hard-earned lessons with Lia, until the sun’s rays had grown fierce enough to shred the fog. Now the grass gleamed a brilliant green beneath a spattering of weeds and wildflowers. “When you strike, you gotta make sure you hit your mark or your target will retaliate, harder and with far more precision.”

“I’m a healer, not a warrior.” Puffs of air escaped her lips, reminding him that she didn’t share his newfound stamina.

“Can you really be one without the other?” he challenged.

Boldness flared in her gaze, right before she lunged, her fingers fastened around the hilt of the dagger Regan had left behind for precisely this purpose. The blade struck him dead center in the heart, and he smiled. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

“I still can’t wrap my brain around the fact that you can’t be stabbed. My bones are still reeling from the blow.” She ran her palm over his chest where the blade had glanced off him. “It’s like you’re made of stone.”

He wished that were true. Then he wouldn’t have to struggle not to sweep her into his arms and wrestle her to the ground, wouldn’t ache to claim her lips or feel her soft curves mold to the hard planes of his body.

“Your turn.” A silent dare resonated in her voice, and he froze.

“I’m not stabbing you.”

“I was referring to your other idea. The one about you wrestling me to the ground.”

Great. She’d read his mind again. He really had to get a handle on his thoughts or they’d end up in serious trouble.


She edged in closer, and her breasts grazed his chest in a tantalizing caress. “You don’t need to fight it anymore. What happened yesterday proves I’m immune.”

“You heard Regan. Being immune doesn’t necessarily mean your soul can’t be taken.”

“By an Ancient. Last time I checked, you weren’t an Ancient.”

His glance drifted to her lush, inviting mouth. It would’ve been so easy to swoop down and swallow it, so easy to drink from the sweet well of delights it promised. But fear nagged at him. What if she was wrong? What if he was the one who could break her?

His head fell forward even as his body retreated. “I can’t.”

Her frustration and disappointment rippled through the air. For a brief second he almost gave in, reached out and grabbed her. It took all the willpower he possessed to keep his hands from closing around her shoulders, his arms from crushing her to him.

Inhaling a deep, tempering breath, he sat on an old tree stump and gazed at the horizon, where land met sea and trees conspired to block out the fickle sun.

Lia crouched beside him, clutched his hand and rested the side of her face on his knee. As if guided by a will of their own, his fingers twined in the silky threads of her hair. Warmth tangled his gut, slowly spread to inundate him. It made no sense that she could be so right for him when he was all wrong for her. That her touch could infuse him with strength, even heal him, while his kiss risked shattering her mind and ruthlessly draining her of life.

“You’re wrong.” She gazed up at him, her eyes more startling in their blueness than the sky. “You won’t hurt me. Don’t ask me how I know. I just do.”

“Stop sneaking into my thoughts.”

“I’m not. You’re broadcasting them again.”

“So change the channel.”

She hooked her hand behind his neck, determinedly drew his face to hers. “What if I don’t want to?” Her breath swept across his mouth, made his whole body stiffen and burn. The gaping hole in his chest pulsed. “What if I want to hear your thoughts when you kiss me?”

“I’m not going to—”

With a quickness he failed to anticipate, she bridged the reassuring distance between them and claimed his mouth.



  1. Aurore

    I love to imagine you looking for the sticker on your kindle! I don’t think I ever thought about that, but it’s true the screen of the kindle is of an incredible quality. My kindle is my best friend too!
    Thank you for the excerpt, “Soul bound” sounds good.

  2. Sasha H

    What do you think of Kindle app on iPad? Same experience? I’m hoping so, since I ended up going for iPad rather than Kindle alone

  3. Anne Hope

    Hi Sasha,

    The iPad works just as well as the Kindle. You can buy books using your Amazon account, then send them to your iPad. If someone e-mails you a Mobi/Kindle book, you can open it using the Kindle app on your iPad. The bigger screen is a definite advantage. The only thing I don’t like about reading on the iPad is that it’s heavier, plus there’s a bit of a glare. My husband prefers reading on the iPad, however. It really comes down to personal choice. Good luck!


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