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Vlog! PLUS the Drawn Series is now in a boxset!

Finally! I have updated my vlog. Check out the video below if you want to hear me chat about Drawn to Fight

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The Drawn Series is now in a complete bundle!

For the first time ever, readers can experience the Drawn Series all in one place! Included are Drawn, Drawn 2 Obsession and Redemption PLUS A Drawn Christmas and bonus chapters from Drawn to Fight: Zac & Evie

Reminiscent of the idea that was put forth in the movie Sliding Doors, and the choose your own adventure novels from our childhood, comes the Drawn Series, which is the first romance series where you get to decide the outcome of a love triangle. Do you want the bad boy or the good guy?  It’s entirely up to you. And in this boxset, it’s easier than ever to choose. Simply read Drawn and make your decision. Then follow the easy navigation at the end to choose your favourite Hero. However, if you can’t choose, then simply read through and experience the Sliding Doors effect where a differ ent choice, a conversation left out, or a twist of fate, can send a person in a completely different direction. 

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***Content warning*** This is not your typical romance. This is an erotic thriller about an obsessive relationship between two people who struggle to maintain their control around each other. Its advised that readers be over 18 years of age before reading this novel due to sexual content and adult situations, including violence and abusive themes.

From the best-selling author of the Beautiful Series, comes Drawn, a powerful tale of a relationship that rides the edge of hate and love and everything in between. And a friendship, so strong and loving that it will wait through anything.

In the end, you as the reader will be asked to make a choice. Aaron, or Damien. Light, or dark.

There are two endings to this story, and only YOU can decide.

Enter the world of Etta, in Drawn.

Have you ever felt so drawn to someone, that you will put up with anything to be with them? That’s how I feel when I’m around him.

Most of the time, I want to hate him. I want to stay as far away from him as possible. He’s so cocky, and arrogant. And he gets in the way and tells me what to do. He’s all things that I normally detest in a man. But, when we’re alone… I can’t even think for myself – the pull is that intense.

He’s nothing like Aaron, a man who has been my closest friend for the last two years, and understood my struggles with an overbearing father who wouldn’t let me out of his sight until I turned eighteen. A man who has waited for me…

But now I am eighteen, and a simple knock on a door will introduce me to a tortured soul named Damien, an artist, and a fighter, our ties run deeper than I could have imagined. This man will become my vice and knowing him will change my life forever.

I know I should run, I know I should stay away. But I can’t. I don’t know if I’m strong enough. What do you do when you can’t stay away? Even when you know you should…

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Cover Reveal – DRAWN TO FIGHT: Zac & Evie by Lilliana Anderson

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It’s that time again! Here’s the official cover reveal for Lilliana Anderson’s Drawn to Fight: Zac & Evie, releasing on all platforms February 10th, 2015! Preorder via iBooks, B&N and Kobo. (Amazon live on release day)

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New Adult romance, for 18+ only due to sexual content and adult themes

Drawn to Fight begins a new series in the world of the Drawn Series, following Redemption and featuring, Damien and Etta’s daughter, Evie, in her own coming of age drama filled with angst, love, passion, need, and a healthy dose of obsession.

Zac Rivers. A boy no one wanted to know. Always angry. Always fighting his way in and out of trouble. It was no surprise when he was expelled from school and never heard from again.

Until now.

I found him at the Londonderry Brawl, and I watched him fight like an animal. Strong. Controlled. But desperate. I sensed in him a purpose – a need to win – and I wanted to know what was so important to him. The way he fought was mesmerising, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Then, it was over, he’d won and I needed to leave. 

He didn’t want me to. 

When his lips met mine, somehow, he stole my heart, and in that moment, I knew my world was forever changed. I needed to know this boy. I needed to discover all there was to know about him or I’d never be able to breathe again. No one thinks we should be together. They say his bad news.

Well, people say I’m bad news too. 

Then, as fate would have it, I was forced to introduce him to my most fierce protector. A man whose past is riddled with secrets and mistakes; a man who fought his way from the darkness and into the light; a man called Damien – my father. 

My name is Yvonne Rhodes, although, you may prefer to call me Evie. I’m the eldest daughter of Damien and Henrietta Rhodes. Inside me, I have my mother’s sense, and my father’s passion.

This is Zac’s and my story. It’s about needing someone to the point of obsession. It’s about losing control, and finding a way to pick up the pieces when everything seems broken.

And it’s about love. One that’s so strong, nothing can stop it.


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Drawn to Fight: Zac & Evie – Sneak Peek – Chapter One

If you are a part of my newsletter, you may have already seen chapter one of Drawn to Fight (I have tweaked it a little since then though 😉 ). But for those of you who aren’t on the list or missed it over the holiday period, here it is!

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“Where are you going?” my sister Rose whispers as I slip a shirt over my head and pull on a short denim skirt and my skate shoes.

“I’m going out.” I move over to the mirror and twist my dark curly hair into a high pony tail then change my mind and pull it out, letting it fall down to my shoulders in messy rings.

“Are you going on a date? Do mum and dad know?”

“No, and no. And there’s no need for you to tell them anything. I’m eighteen now. Legally, I don’t have to ask.”

“I’m not going to lie for. If they ask…”

“If they ask, tell them I went out. It’s the truth because I’m not telling you where I’m going.”


“What is it, Rose?”

“Don’t get caught.”

Smiling, I move over to the window of her room and slide it open, popping off the screen before I slide out of it and land on the ranch style balcony that extends around the perimeter of our house. Then I creep along the wood, being sure to step in the quietest spots before I jump over the edge and make a run for the street where my friends Harry and Sisley are waiting in Harry’s car.

“You did it!” Sisley exclaims in a harsh whisper while quietly clapping her hands as Harry pulls away from the side of the road, and we’re on our way.


“Mate, if you bring those two in here, you’re the one responsible for them. Got it?” the big guy says, eyeing Sisley and I dubiously from where we sit in the back seat of the car.

We’ve been stopped at the gates of a large property in Londonderry, which is about an hour and a half west of Sydney. It belongs to the parents of some guy who used to go to our school. He’s long since graduated, but he still throws epic parties here on most weekends, charging a small fee for each car to gain entry. I think he says the charge is for parking, because otherwise, the cops would bust him for operating as a club without the right permits. I don’t know how it works.

“Honestly, dude, I think these two are more likely to be looking after me,” Harry jokes, knowing that both Sisley and I know how to take care of ourselves. We all met through my family’s Aikido gym when we were about twelve and they were sent to my grandfather for a self-defence class. The gym has undergone a lot of changes since then, but we’ve all remained, training in every martial art the gym offers and spending a lot of time trying to combine moves and styles for fun.

“Just keep an eye on them,” the big guy says as he takes our money and waves us through the paddock gate. The car bumps up and down over the uneven terrain and we park at the end of an enormous row of cars. I’d say a few hundred of them are already here, which bodes well in my opinion. Perhaps the rumours are true…

“What do you think?” Sisley asks, pulling her long, bright orange dyed ponytail over her shoulder as her dark almond shaped eyes, typical of her Chinese heritage, scan the mass of people all walking in the same direction. In the distance, we can hear the banging and crashing of a local garage band set up under a marquee, as well as some hooting and hollering from members of the crowd.

Leaning forward, I peer through her window and watch for a moment before I answer. “I don’t know. It could just be a party. But it’s worth checking out.”

“Parties can be fun too, ladies. It doesn’t all have to be about fighting.”

Sisley presses her pink rosebud lips together to create a flat line as she lifts her brow. “When you’re as obsessed with Ultimate Fighter as we are, a party in place of an illegal fighting ring, just isn’t going to cut it,” she says, to which I nod in agreement.

“Why don’t you two just get into UFC or MMA or something? You’d get to watch plenty of fights that way,” he adds as we all get out of the car.

“Harry, you’ve met my dad – do you really think he’d let me do that kind of thing? The only reason I’m even here tonight is because I snuck out.”

“He seriously thinks you go to bed at nine o’clock on a Friday night when your eighteen and could be out drinking?”

I shrug. “He trusts me.”

Harry shakes his head. “Shit, Evie. If he finds out…”

“He won’t find out, ok? Are you going to tell him?”

“Of course not. It’s just that if Damien Rhodes was my father, I sure as hell wouldn’t be lying to him about where I’m going to be. Your dad is one scary dude.”

“He’s not scary. He’s just…”

“Over-protective,” Sisley finishes for me from where she walks in between Harry and I. I can see him clearly over her head as I’ve inherited my parent’s height, so I stand at six-foot-one while Sisley is only five-foot-three.

“Yeah. He’s over protective,” I agree. “He’s not scary. He’s just intense because he doesn’t want any of us getting hurt.”

“Well, you come with a warning. You know that right?”

“Of course I know that. I’m a fucking social pariah. No one wants to risk hanging out with the girl whose dad went to prison for destroying a bar.”

Sisley nods. “And the fact he runs a tattoo studio doesn’t help your case much either. But people suck and we know better, right?” She nudges me with her right elbow and I nod, walking along in silence as my thoughts continue in my head.

My family is a loving one. We have our ups and downs and perhaps we’re a little unconventional with five kids who are provided for by the income from tattoos and a martial arts gym—and yes, my father was once in prison. But he’s been out for fifteen years and has continued to get help for his bipolar disorder. So he isn’t a danger to anyone.

In saying that, I also admit that, to many, he does seem pretty scary. He’s big and muscular, and his arms are covered in tatts. But that doesn’t change his wonderful heart. I mean, the man is strict, yes, but I have no doubt in my mind that he loves all of us unconditionally, and would do anything for us. He’s simply fierce in his love for all of us, which, when you have a background like his, is understandable.

You see, he lost his family at a young age and that sent him spiralling into a pit of darkness. It’s my mother who saved him. She gave him a reason to become the man he is today. I remember thinking it was gross how much they seem to love each other compared to other people’s parents. They’ve always hugged, held hands and kissed openly. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to view their relationship as this epic love story that I can only hope to have for myself one day — I just don’t expect to meet the man of my dreams any time soon, especially not while I’m still living under my parents roof and at a high school filled with people who love a good rumour better than they love the truth.

Once word got out about my family history, I began to attract boys. But they were the ones who wanted a ‘bad girl’ to suck their cock behind the school hall or let them do whatever the heck they wanted so they could brag about it. That girl was never me. So I put a blanket ban over dating anyone from school and left it at that. The only two friends I have are Harry and Sisley and that’s only because they met me when we were too young to care. Although, I like to hope that they would have been my friends anyway.

I glance over, as Harry slides his arm protectively around Sisley shoulders. I’ve recently become the third wheel in their emerging relationship as they finally admitted their feelings toward each other a few months ago.

Their relationship changes our group dynamics are little but, it’s cool. We’ve been friends for too long to let something like this get in our way. And I’m happy for them, they’re really great together.

“Want to line up and grab a beer?” Harry suggests as we get close to the crowd.

“You guys go. I’ll check things out. Text me when you’re done though,” I say, breaking away from them and heading to the edge of the crowd. I begin to push my way through, keeping my ears open for any piece of information on this fighting ring that’s rumoured to go down here.

Various groups stand together, drinking, talking, dancing to the crash of the distorted music that sounds more like noise than any sort of real song.

“Shit,” I hiss, as I stumble slightly, tripped by a stick on the ground that flicks up and nicks my ankle, causing it to sting and bleed. I knew I should have worn jeans and my Converse. But Sisley insisted I should wear a stupid fucking skirt and skate shoes to a property out bush. Granted, dressed this way, I almost fit in with the rest of the women here. But I feel ridiculous because this isn’t how I would normally dress. I wear pants. Always pants.

Seeing that the scrape is only small I right myself and push my dark curls out of my eyes then come face-to-face with a guy I’m sure I’ve seen somewhere before.

I tilt my head a little, studying him as he studies me in return. He has blue eyes like me, a strong jaw and straight brown hair that flops over his right eye when he moves. And on top of that, he’s beautiful.

He glances at my ankle then crouches down in front of me, reaching out to gently brushes his fingertips lightly over my ankle, as he assesses the damage. A heat travels up my leg where he touches me and it’s as if everything around us falls away and the crowd is no more, there’s just the two of us in a quiet clearing as I force my brain to place him in my memory.

“I don’t think it’ll bleed for too long,” he says, before releasing my ankle and standing. His eyes lock with mine and I open my mouth to speak but then he moves on without another word.

Turning my body, I continue watching him, following his movement with my eyes as if I’m somehow caught in his orbit. It feels weird, but I can’t look away, even when he turns back and catches me still staring at him. I just stand there – caught. It isn’t until Sisley clicks fingers in front of my face that I finally snap out of it.

“We got you a beer anyway,” she says, handing me a clear plastic cup and following my gaze.

“Jeez, I wonder what Zac Rivers is doing here? I thought he took off after year ten,” she comments, watching as his head moves away from us above the crowd because of his height. “Shame he’s such a weirdo, he’s really ridiculously good-looking.”

“Who’s good-looking?” Harry asks.

“You are, babe,” Sisley smiles, leaning up against his side.

“I wonder where he’s going,” I muse.

“Where who’s going?” Harry asks again, trying to catch up with the conversation.

“Zach Rivers” Sisley informs him. “Evie’s got the stares on him.”

“I have not got the stares,” I argue. “What are the stares anyway?”

“Yeah, what the hell of the stares?” Harry asks.

“When you can’t stop looking at some hot guy,” Sisley tells us.

“The stares? On Zac Rivers? Isn’t he some crazy or something? I remember him when he was still at school. Super freaking weirdo. He only hung out with his siblings — remember that? They used to call him Edward Cullen because they wouldn’t talk to anyone like the Cullen’s in Twilight. Totes weird.”

“I remember that,” Sisley laughs. So do I actually, he was in our grade at school and people used to give him and his siblings a really hard time. I think his siblings are still at school though… I wonder why he left?

“Well, he’s obviously not a vampire. But he is going somewhere. Look. People are following him.” I point out, jutting my chin forward as we see various people drop away from the main crowd and migrate toward the thick bush line.

“Wanna check it out?” Sisley asks, and I nod, stepping forward before being stopped by Harry’s grip on my arm.

“Wait. Do we really want to do this? I mean, what if we get caught? It could mess up our chance of getting into a good uni next year. And what if we go into the bush and get lost, or what if they’re just luring people in there to kill them and eat their flesh?”

“Jesus, Harry,” I laugh. “You watch way too much TV. You can stay here if you want. But I’m going to check it out. Come. Stay. Whatever. But I’m going.”

“Fine,” he sighs, following behind me with Sisley as I follow the trail of people towards the bush.

As we embark down a dusty walking track we see some dull flashlights held in the hands of men who are stopping everyone.

“Spectator or participant?” One asks us, although he’s mainly asking Harry, who is decently tall and built in his own right. He kind of just looks at me and Sisley, up and down, as if he’s just assessing our fuckability.

“Spectating,” I say, pissed that it’s not even a question for a woman.

“Ten bucks each to get in.” We dig around in our purses for the cover charge and hold it out to him. “Do you know the rules?” he asks as he chews gum and takes the money from each of us.

“Don’t talk about it?” I suggest, with a slight grin and a raised eyebrow.

“Cute,” he deadpans, not amused by me at all. “Spectators must stay away from the cage at all times. No interference will be tolerated. Or you’ll be escorted off the premises and never allowed back in – got it?”

Nodding, we hold out our wrists as we’re stamped with one of those black light images that can’t be seen otherwise.

I wonder what the purpose is, we’re not in a nightclub where black lights are just part of the scenery. But my question is answered as we continue down the path and are constantly checked by guards holding portable black lights to make sure with paid our cover charge.

“Shit, this is all very clandestine,” Harry comments, staying close to Sisley.

“It’s so dark out here. And what the hell is that red glow?” Sisley asks, raising her hand to point at the glow coming from between the tree line up ahead.

“Aliens,” Harry states as a matter of fact.

Our wrists get checked again and the guard, over hearing us, says, “First time?”

“That obvious?” I laugh.

“A bit. Listen, I’m not going lie, it gets crazy in there. Just stay back from the actual fight and stick together.”

“What’s the deal with the red light?” I ask.

“Visibility. White light would make us a big shining beacon. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you why that’s a bad thing.”

He looks at me pointedly, and I nod my response before moving on, feeling even more drawn to the light, and the yelling that can now be heard over the band we left back at the party.

I can’t help but marvel at how clever this whole set up is. I also can’t help but wonder how they getting away with this without cops finding out.

As I break through the tree line the smell of dust and heated bodies hits my senses as my world becomes bathed in red. We’re in a clearing. All around us are tall eucalyptus trees and a crowd of people that surrounds a makeshift cage. Two men wrestle in the centre, their shirts off and their skin glistening white under the red. One has his arm wrapped around the other’s neck as he pummels him in the ribs with his other fist. It’s surreal and feels a little dangerous. My heart thuds in my chest — not from fear, but from excitement. I step forward, wanting to get closer, drawn to the fight like a moth to the flame.

“Stay together,” Sisley yells in my ear, linking her arms with mine and stopping me before I can break away.

“Then come on,” I tell her, pulling her and Harry through the crowd in a train to get a closer look.

We’re jostled back and forth and I really need to fight for position. We make it as close as we can, until a wire crowd control barrier blocks our way.

The fighters hit the ground and break apart and I stand, watching with wide eyes as they jump back up and circle each other. The dirt from the ground sticks to their skin in a darker shade of red as they lunge at one another. The crowd roars different commands and when one lands a hit, the other’s head flicks to the side with such speed that a spray of what I hope you only sweat, lands on my arm.

I hear Sisley squealing in disgust as she hides behind Harry. But I don’t move. I’m transfixed by the man still standing. It’s something about the look in his eye, so primal and desperate. It’s as if he’s using the power of his will to keep his opponent on the ground and it isn’t until a guy with a bullhorn walks over and lifts his arm, that his gaze moves and somehow finds mine.

“Winner Zac ‘Steel Fist’ Rivers!”

“Holy shit, Edward Cullen can fight,” Harry says in awe.

I hear them talking in the background. I hear the crowd, the announcer, everything. But it’s all muted beneath the sound of my heart pounding in my years as I continue to lock my gaze with Zac’s. I can’t look away.

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Good bye 2014. Thanks for being awesome!

A friend of mine recently shared the following link with me – Basically it’s a blog post by a women’s business coach, and in it, she talks about doing a great end of year ritual where you look back on the past year and make a list of everything you’re proud of so that you enter the new year in a positive mindset.

And it got me thinking about how most of us enter the new year thinking about all of the things we didn’t accomplish the year before and I really like the idea of picking out the thinks you did do. Because, let’s face it, as women, we do a hell of a lot but we’re taught to be humble and not to brag. But guess what, ladies? You’re worth so much more than you think you are, and I am too.

So, here’s the short list of what I’m proud of accomplishing in 2014.

I am proud of…

1 – publishing 6 novels, 2 novellas and 1 short story. (A Beautiful Rock; Drawn 2: Obsession; Drawn 2: Redemption; Devotion; Our Lives Entwined; Partners; A Beautiful Star; Deep Cover: Case 001; A Drawn Christmas)

2 – being there when my kids needed me. I managed to attend all of the concerts and performances and excursions that most working mums don’t get to attend because I’m lucky enough to work at home.

3 – writing two different sequels to Drawn and creating a fun ‘choose your own adventure/sliding doors’ experience for readers. This one, I think I’m most proud of. At times it felt impossible keep track of those two stories and weaving their timeline together. But in the end, it was worth it because…(see next point)

4 – topping the iBooks charts in almost every country in the world when the Drawn Sequels released, then topping the Self Published Best Seller list and staying on that list for three months in a row.

5 – overcoming my internal hermit and attending three book signings to meet some of my beautiful readers. It was so worth seeing your smiling faces and getting the chance to talk to you in person.

6 – becoming the main bread-winner in my household and surviving the transition without killing my very patient hubby. Early this year, my husband and I had to make a very important decision, I was drowning in a sea of bookworld and houseworld and I wasn’t coping. I needed help, so we decided to trust in my abilities as an author to continue releasing books you want to read and take the plunge so that hubby was now a house husband. Now, I’m a bit of a control freak and it took a lot of restraint on my side to step back and let him run things his way. Now, after almost a year, everything is running smoothly and I’m able to go into my office to work without worrying about coming out to an exploded house – that in itself is probably one of the best things of 2014!

7 – becoming stronger and refusing to be pushed around. You know how you have those people in your life who just don’t treat you the way you should be treated? Well, we all have them, and this year, I stopped taking their crap and simply said an appropriate no at the time. I guess in some way, I realised my worth and I didn’t want to be made to feel less than I am. (if that makes sense! lol)

8 – being generous. I’m a firm believer that if I have, then those around me should have too. So whenever I can, I give. I often say ‘take it now, you never know when I’ll be poor again.’ as a joke. But the thing is, your world can change in an instant, so I want to give while I can. Whether it’s with material things, or just my time or advice, or even just an ear to listen, I’ve made sure I do that for those I care about and those I see who need it.

9 – becoming more professional and realising that I’m running a business. So, I’ve taken steps to grow that business by employing the appropriate people to help me organise my work load and focus on what’s important – writing books.

10 – taking chances. Not all of my risks pay off, but I’m proud that I write what I want to write and I take a chance by putting it out there and possibly getting flamed by a thousand reviewers. But, it’s the reason my tagline is ‘Romance…with a difference’. I’m always told that I’m unconventional and I love to put that into my stories. I often put it in terms of the massive Team Edward/Team Jacob craze that swept the world with Twilight, I like to think I write for Team Jacob – the people who root for the underdog. That’s because I always do and I love it when a book surprises me and goes the way I want it to.

I’ll leave it there, but I have to say that once I got going, I thought of so many things I did that I can be proud of over the last year – both personal and professional. So I know I’m growing as a person and as a business woman, and I’m really looking forward to moving things to the next level over the coming year. I’ve set myself goals to achieve that involve my health and my career, as well as my family and ME. In 2015, I’m going to take the time to nurture myself. Because if I don’t do it, I can’t expect anyone else to.

So, what are you proud of? Feel free to comment or just have a think about it. You might realise that 2014 was better than you thought – I know I did.

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