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22 November 2015
Thank you so much, Sara, for visiting Written Butterfly! 

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?  

I think about the things my husband does for me that melts my heart, and he does a lot. I also pay attention to how women talk, what they want in a book boyfriend. I try to find a nice mix between the fantasy and reality, so the book isn’t too far out of the realm of possibility.

Q) Is this book part of a series?   


If so, can you tell us about it?  

My shifter series, Wild Mountain Shifters, is about a group of shifters living together in a mountain town in Colorado. I love a good story with mythical creatures so I added several. Some are cute like the fairies that play in pollen. Some are hideous like the morchain.  

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book? 

When a male shifter mates with a human he shares a bit of the magic in him with her making it possible for her to see the magical creatures and get pregnant.

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book? 

While bathing my toddler I started thinking about a woman camping in the mountains and she runs across shifters. The questions started then, what made her attract their attention? Millions of people visit the mountains and they don’t give them a second look. Why is my character special? The Guardian’s plot took shape that night.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind? 

Brainstorming with others will get me writing.

Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?  

I start most stories with a vague idea. I start working on one character until the story starts coming to me. I tried planning but my characters rebelled.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books? 

I try to add a lot. It is easier to write about things I know. It pulls me out of my imagination to have to look things up.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?  

I have a new science fiction series I would like to write. I thought about another paranormal as well. 


While vacationing in the Colorado mountains, Cassie is attacked by a wild animal. She manages to get to the local town in hopes of reporting the attack to the Sheriff. But she falls ill from the bite wounds and is found by the shifter guardian, Michael. 

Michael learns Cassie is half shifter, and the essence that had been dormant is now stirring due to the bites she received from a renegade shifter. The only way to save her life is to change her completely. 

They find themselves drawn to one another, and Michael uses the bond they have formed to teach Cassie about their ways, shifting, and submitting to his dominance in and out of the bedroom. 


I am Sara Anderson. I am an author published through Evernight Publishing. I also have a science fiction series. 

I am married to the man I met in high school and we have three children together. 

We live in rural southern Missouri. It is beautiful here with the gentle rolling hills and green acreage. There are cows everywhere since this area has two of the top beef producing counties in the state. Cowboys are easy to find here, and country music is the default music of every grocery store and gas station.

Wild Mountain Shifters

Cole and Blair planned to mate, until a tragic event caused Cole to call off their relationship. By the time Cole realized his awful mistake it was too late. Blair had gone, joining her parents overseas. 

For four years Blair lived abroad, but when her grandmother died, she returned to take over her grandmother’s café. She still tried to avoid Cole, but he never gave up over the year she has been back. He always ensured she was safe, going into her coffee shop every day, hoping that she would forgive him, but she remained aloof. 

When Blair breaks shifter law, the shifter Guardian Michael forces her to submit to Cole. She spends one night with Cole and realizes if she stays, she will fall for him all over again, and decides to run. 

But a human wanting revenge on shifters for his brother’s death is watching Blair, and waiting for his chance to exact his revenge on her. 

With this dangerous man intent on harming Blair, Cole may lose her forever before he gets the chance to win her heart again.

Jennifer McCallen is gathering evidence against her private investigator boss, Josh, who is suspected to also traffic drugs and girls. While working on a case of a missing child, Jennifer meets Lucas Dalton. He is cold and hostile to Jennifer, but under his hard exterior, she sees a man in pain. 

Lucas, a fallen guardian, has thought about nothing but revenge for his murdered mate, Allie, until Jennifer McCallen came into town. He tries to shove her away, but the more he tries, the more he wants to claim her. 

When Jennifer leaves, Lucas is sure she will go home to her life and live happily ever after. Then he learns that her boss is working with the man that murdered his mate. Lucas goes after her fearing she is in grave danger, terrified he has only condemned her to the same fate as Allie. 

16 November 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 
Thank you for having me on your blog today! I appreciate the opportunity to introduce myself to your readers and talk about my new release, Double Down! Double Down is the first title in my Ozark Magic series. In the first book, you will meet many of the interesting characters that live in the lake resort town of Magic, Missouri. Magic is full of love, adventure, super hot guys, and the occasional murder…

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
The first four books in the series are based on four best friends. I thought it would be fun to explore the personalities and lives of four women who are extremely close, yet very different. I love being able to explore different personalities and present women who have different types of strengths. And for the romance aspect… well, I love to read ménage, so that is just a favorite fantasy of mine to incorporate. I love the idea of presenting unconventional love stories.

Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
Yes! Double Down is the first book in my Ozark Magic series. The setting is Magic, Missouri, which is in the Lake of the Ozarks area. Magic is a small lake resort town, which is home to all kinds of crazy characters whom you will meet throughout the series! Even though Magic is a small town, there is still room for tons of drama, lots of super hot ménage sex, and the occasional murder…

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
The first four books in the Ozark Magic series are based on four best friends – Izzy, Andrea, Tessa, and Jillian. The personalities of these four women are based on myself and my three best friends from college, but I won’t tell you which is which. ;-)

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
I absolutely love romantic suspense, and my mind is always spinning stories. The Lake of the Ozarks area is one of my favorite places. It’s so beautiful down there and so romantic! With it being a resort area, there are many different businesses, activities, events, etc. There are just so many different settings in this one town for all kinds of different stories to take place.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
I have to have background noise to be able to write. I cannot concentrate if it’s silent, so I always have music on. But it has to be something that’s more like white noise. If it’s music I’m really interested in, then it will distract me. (My husband finds this habit very odd.) J

Also, if I’m writing a sex scene, I play love songs, read some great love scenes from some of my favorite books, and sometimes look at some suggestive photos and videos on Tumblr to get in the mood.

Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I do plan out the major characters in advance. I write a brief backstory for my major characters, and I write an outline before each book so I know where I’m going and the important points I need to make sure I hit. I have the first four books planned out in my head, so I am throwing in a few things now and introducing characters who will come into play later in the series.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
I don’t base the stories on real life, but I do base the personalities of my female characters on the personalities of my friends. I also write about locations I know because that makes them easier to describe. Most of the men in my story are just pure fantasy. J

Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I have the second book in the Ozark Magic series about half-written. My goal is to have it submitted to Evernight by the end of the year. It is the story of Andrea, Theo, and Flynn—all of whom you meet in Double Down. And here is a scoop for you… the title of the second book is In Too Deep!

In addition to the Ozark Magic series, I am also working on my Love With a Price series. The first title in that series, A Hero Inside, is estimated to be out by the end of this month. The second title, One Sweet Taste, is estimated to be out in December (both with Evernight). And I am almost ready to hit submit on my third title in this series, Be Mine

Izzy Craig might live in a town called Magic, but her life is anything but. After nursing her beloved grandfather, he has passed away, leaving her to manage a busy lake resort and an unrequited crush on the town’s sheriff, Graham Nolan. Things start to look up when Graham’s estranged brother Chris comes to town. If she can’t have one handsome Nolan man, maybe his twin will do. 

Graham’s feelings for Izzy have always been complicated . . . and intense. When he realizes that his brother has encroached on his territory, he’s not sure if he can deal. They’ve tried sharing a woman before, and that ended in heartache for everyone. But when Izzy’s sketchy uncle enters the picture, Graham’s cop senses go on high alert. He may very well have to trust his brother, Izzy, and himself, if he wants to keep the woman he loves safe.

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Her soft lips pressed against his mouth, causing Graham’s eyes to widen in surprise. He’d sensed her unease, so her sudden aggressiveness took him aback for a moment. She wanted them? Was that what she was saying with this kiss?

Stepping forward, Izzy pressed her body against his and he groaned at the feel of her firm breasts pressed against his chest. When her tongue hesitantly probed through his parted lips, he would have lost control if it weren’t for Chris standing behind her dramatically clearing his throat.

Grasping her shoulders, it took every ounce of strength in Graham to push Izzy away and plant her back on her feet. Her lips were slightly swollen, and her blue eyes had darkened. Before he could catch his breath to speak, a stunned look crossed her pretty face.

“I – I’m sorry. You said this wasn’t the right time. Obviously you don’t want to – I – I shouldn’t have. . .” She trailed off, trying to step away, but both of them reached for her at the same time. Dammit, he hadn’t meant to upset her.

Looking to his brother for help, Graham was relieved when Chris leaned into Izzy without hesitation, easing her worry.

 “You have to tell us, baby,” Chris murmured against her ear. “Trust me, we want nothing more than to kiss your pretty lips until your head swims, but you have to tell us what you want first.”

“I don’t want to guess wrong,” Graham agreed, reaching for her hand and entwining his fingers with hers. “It would be easy for us to just take you, toss you on the bed, make you come over and over.” He stepped closer to her as her eyes started to glaze at that statement. “And maybe that’s what you want. Us taking you without you having to actually make the decision.” He brushed her swollen lips with the pad of his finger. “But it doesn’t work that way, sweetheart. You have to tell us what you want.”

“But – but – I thought you liked to dominate.” Damn, that low, breathy voice did things to him.

He had to bite back a groan. The thought of dominating Izzy, tying her up, spanking that pretty round ass caused him to harden to the point of pain. “Baby, I need to know that you want us – together – as much as we want you. We need your consent, Iz. And once you doconsent, you should know that we won’t go easy on you.”

Her jaw dropped open a bit as her eyes dilated, and Graham grinned as she tried to figure out what he meant. Behind her, Chris gave him a sly smile.

“I – I —” she stammered, and then bit her lip and took a shaky breath.

“Deep breath, sweetheart,” Chris crooned, his lips finding her ear again. Graham shot him a warning look. If he didn’t quit kissing her, she wasn’t going to be able to form a thought, much less words.

 “I – I want you.” Her breathy voice was barely audible, and he stepped close enough to press himself against her, sandwiching her in between himself and Chris.

Taking another long shaky breath, she tried again. “I want both of you – to – to make love to me.” The way her milky skin flushed led Graham to believe that she’d never actually said that to a man before, never asked for what she wanted.

Her words empowered him. She wanted them. She was theirs. He leaned forward to take her lips, cupping her face in his large hands so he could tilt her head how he wanted. His tongue traced the line of her lips until they parted, allowing him access. He swallowed her light whimper as his tongue delved deeper. And she kissed him back. Oh how she kissed him back. When her hands clutched at his arms, he eased back, gently nipping her bottom lip.

 “Chris,” Graham spoke to his brother without looking away from Izzy. “Undress her. I want her naked.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she jerked her head back to look at Chris who smiled wickedly. “With pleasure.”

As Graham backed up to allow his brother room, Chris walked around to stand in front of Izzy. He jokingly rolled his eyes at Graham. “He can be a little bossy,” he said to her with a wink.

Graham watched as his brother ran his hands lightly down her arms, before lifting her arms over her head. He quickly stripped off her black blouse before tugging off the khaki pants she wore.

When Chris stepped back, he darted a glance at his twin, and Graham could see that his eyes were as molten as he felt inside.

Izzy stood before both of them in only her black bra and panties, looking from one man to the other as their steel gazes swept up and down her body, ravenously consuming every inch of her. When a shiver went through her, Graham reached out to envelop her in his arms. “Are we making you nervous, sweetheart?”

She shook her head, a little smile playing at her mouth.

Chris reached out, needing to touch her, and Graham passed her off to his brother. “Are you sure? I know we can be a little overwhelming.”

“I’m sure,” she said, smiling at their concern. “Very sure. I need you. Both of you. I want you both so much, so badly. I just  . . .” She stumbled. “I um —”

“What, baby? What’s wrong?” Graham asked. When her gaze slid away, he lifted her chin up. “Look at me, Iz. What’s wrong? You need to be honest with us or I will smack that pretty ass right now.”

The brief flaring of her eyes told Graham she would enjoy a spanking, his hand pounding her ass. Now, there was some fun they could have later.

About N.J. Young
N.J. Young has been a writer since she was old enough to hold a pencil. After realizing the trials of corporate America weren’t for her, she decided to leave that world behind and pursue her true dream of writing. 

Instead of spending her days writing sexy texts to her husband and engaging in “that’s what she said” jokes, she took that energy and poured it into her books. Sprinkle in a couple of hot guys, a little suspense, and a few sexual fantasies, and her first book was born. She now spends her days drinking coffee at her computer, while diving into the adventures of the imaginary friends who live in her novels. 

N.J. Young was born and raised in the Midwest, and currently resides in the Kansas City area with her husband, two children, and a menagerie of animals. When she’s not writing, she enjoys horror movies, live music, cooking, and telling her kids why they can’t read mommy’s books.

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15 November 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

This is something that I agonise over, actually! I write historical romances, set in the Victorian era, which covers the majority of the nineteenth century. I strive for historical accuracy, but I am aware that women of that period were not encouraged to be independent and use their intelligence. I don’t know about my readers, but I’m not keen to read about women being limited in that way. Too many real women in 2015 suffer from those same strictures for me to be comfortable creating fictional heroines who placidly accept it. I need a heroine to be someone I can respect, and I respect women who try to use whatever abilities they have in order to achieve something in life.

Of course, this is tricky when you’re writing spanking romances! They’re all about power exchange, which I insist on being consensual. So, my heroine has to be independent and take-charge, but completely willing to be dominated by a hero who is alpha-male enough to be in control, but self-aware enough to know that submission is sweeter when it is given, not taken.

You may understand why I spend a lot of time banging my head against my desk…

In Spanking The Heiress, my third novel, my heroine Jennifer is in a bad position as her father has died, leaving her homeless. The Earl of Beaumont, the man who has inherited her home, needs to sell it in order to provide enough money to shore up a failing estate. He is uncomfortable with the idea of throwing her out of her home, but he can’t help but notice how attractive she is. They have an instant attraction, but his position of power over her is strange for both of them.

Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?

 It’s the third in a loose series – the heroes of the three books know each other socially and pop up here and there, but each book can be read as a standalone novel. Of course, I encourage everyone to read all three – Spanking The Governess, Spanking Miss Sophia and Spanking The Heiress!

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?

It is set in Cornwall, a county of England that my ancestors lived in before moving to Wales during the Industrial Revolution. They had worked in the tin mines until they closed, and then they switched to coal mining and working on the railways. The Cornish language is very close to Welsh, and in researching certain phrases I discovered just how much Cornish I could understand!

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

 Oh, every book I’ve ever read that included secret passages and buried treasure? When I was younger and watched the Indiana Jones films, I never wanted to be his girlfriend, no matter how pretty she was. I wanted to be Indy! I very much doubt I’ll ever find a secret passage in real life, but I can live vicariously through my characters…

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?

 Not so much, although I have discovered that I have to have warm feet. Nothing takes me out of the writing mood faster than cold feet!

Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?

 I plan extensively – A3 paper sheets taped together with sprawling notes over them, post-it notes attached, pictures printed from the internet – and then they develop from that organically. They are mostly fleshed out before I start though. I can’t imagine writing without a detailed plan.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

 Very little, as my books are all historicals. I’m no Society lady, sadly! I do a lot of research though, to try and make them as realistic as I can.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have two novels in a new series, The Ruttingdon Club. The first, The Duke’s Proposition, is due out in December and the second, Annabelle’s Awakening, will be available in January, both by Blushing Book Publications.

The Ruttingdon Club is a secret, exclusive gentleman’s club known only to the select few who enjoy giving pain as they receive their pleasure. The novels will revolve around certain key members and their ladies who are introduced to the dark delights inside the doors of the Ruttingdon Club…
These are a lot spicier than my first three novels and have made my internet browsing history something very special to behold!


Anthony Carstairs, Earl of Beaumont, has seven sisters and very little money to provide for their dowries, dresses, and dreams of good society marriages. An unexpected inheritance from a distant relative is an absolute godsend for the cash-strapped earl. The estate he will inherit, however, is located in far-off Cornwall. There is a rather rundown manor house, as well as an uninhabitable castle overlooking the sea, along with some good farmland, so the earl’s first thought is to sell the place for much needed funds.

For Jennifer Polperran, current occupant of the house and lands in question, the earl’s inheritance means that she has lost her home. Her adopted father had little else to leave her, so she must either marry a much-loathed neighbor, Sir Alec Salcombe, or live in extremely reduced circumstances.

But for all her life, Jennifer’s father had told her of an ancient legend, of a fortune in gold and jewels stolen by two star-crossed lovers and hidden away somewhere on the estate just before their tragic and untimely deaths. Many had sought the treasure over the centuries, but Jennifer might just have found the key to its location, if only she could get the new owner’s consent, and perhaps even cooperation in finding it.

Convincing the Earl of Beaumont to give her leave to stay and search proves less difficult than she imagined. But their way is fraught with disappointment and peril, not the least of which is caused by the ruthless and rapacious Sir Alec. But romance quickly blossoms between the earl and the penniless Jennifer, and together they persevere in the hunt that is their best hope for a bright, golden future together.


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Sneak Peak

“I don’t want you to go,” she said, emotion cracking her words.

“Oh, dear girl, I don’t want to go either,” he said, looking tearful himself. “But the good Lord has a plan, and it seems that he wants me to go to Him sooner rather than later.”

“It’s not fair,” Jennifer said, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her day dress.

“One thing that life teaches you, my dear, is that nobody can expect it to be fair,” her father said dryly. “Our worth as men and women comes from how we deal with that unfairness, both for ourselves and others. Remember that, Jennifer. Kindness and charity are our greatest gifts, both to others and to ourselves.”

“How could I possibly forget that?” Jennifer said. “Your kindness to me, by taking me in when I was a baby, spared me from a life that I dread to think about.”

“Oh, but you gave your mother and me a much greater gift, my dear,” the old man said, smiling. “We loved each other very much, but had resigned ourselves to a life without children. You let us understand the joys of being a parent, and that is a priceless treasure.”

They were silent for a minute, remembering Jennifer’s mother, a happy, loving woman who had died six years previously when Jennifer was just eighteen.

“There are things we must talk about, my dear, while I am still in possession of my senses,” her father said gently. “There is a box on the table there, by the window. Bring it to me.”

Jennifer put the heavy chest on the bed, within easy reach of her father. He could not
open it alone, so she pushed back the lid. Fumbling around inside it, he brought out a sheaf of papers and an old book, the binding peeling off and the papers crumbling.

“This is a copy of my will,” he told her, putting the document in her hand. “I had Sanderson come up from Penzance to make it. He has a copy, too. It outlines what you can expect from me after I die, which is, I am ashamed to say, not very much.”

Jennifer began to protest, but her father held up his hand for silence.

“I cannot leave you this house, the land, or the castle, as they are entailed in the male line. When I die, they all go to my closest male relative, much good may they do him.”

Jennifer couldn’t help a small smile. The manor house they lived in was dear to her heart, but it was old and hard to maintain. There were leaks in the roof and dry rot in the timbers, the rooms had high ceilings and were difficult to heat. It sat on acres of scrubby moorland, suitable for neither grazing nor growing. The castle that her father’s family had once lived in was a few miles away, perched precariously on a cliff. When she was growing up, every few months her father had taken her to visit the ruin to see how much of it had fallen into the sea. Two of the towers still stood firm, and some rooms had a roof, but much of the castle was too dangerous to spend much time in. Anything of value had been stripped from the place and sold years ago.

“Who will inherit the land, Papa?” she asked. “I’ve never heard you talk about any relatives.”

“It’s a very distant connection,” he father replied. “We Polperrans aren’t a very hardy lot. Somewhere back along the family tree, a young lady married up, as they say, into the nobility. The Earl of Beaumont is a cousin, several times removed, and it is he who will inherit. Do not ask me about him; all I know is his name.

“All is not lost, though. I can leave you the contents of the house,” her father went on.“ And the castle, though there’s precious little there. I checked with Sanderson about that, and there’s nothing in the entail that forbids it. You’re also to be granted anything below the land, from here to the castle.”

He looked at her expectantly.

“The treasure,” Jennifer sighed. “Father, you’ve never been able to find any proof that it exists, outside of myth and legend.”

“Lack of proof is not the same thing as lack of existence,” her father said sharply. “You can’t prove something doesn’t exist just because you can’t see it.”

© 2015 Blushing Books® and Louise Taylor

Author Bio

I'm Louise Taylor, and I love writing historical romance novels! At present only my first two novels have been published, but there are more waiting in the wings! All my novels will be published by the lovely people at Blushing Books.

All my books have elements of power exchange, spanking and BDSM but none of my heroines are weak-willed or easily dominated - they make their men work for their love!

I live on the beautiful Welsh coast, and I love walking the cliff tops and visiting some of our wonderful historical ruins. I get my best ideas when I'm in the great outdoors and you can usually find me chasing after the piece of paper I've just scribbled my notes on!

I live in a late Victorian house with wonderfully high ceilings and no central heating - thank goodness for my fabulous fireplace! I'm owned by Alfred The Great, an enormous tom cat with very decided ideas about who gets to sit on the right side of the sofa and how long I am allowed to stay in bed in the morning!

I’m Louise Taylor on Facebook, @LTaylorRomance on Twitter and I blog at Come and say hello – I love to have a chat!


Also by the author

The Victorian Vices Series

Spanking The Governess
Spanking Miss Sophia
Spanking The Heiress

The Ruttingdon Club Series

The Duke’s Proposition (coming December 20th 2015)
Annabelle’s Awakening (coming January 17th 2016)

Halloween Treats
08 November 2015
Hello, Ian!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

There’s a lot about my story creation I don’t understand. I rather enjoy the way the stories and people appear in my mind. In this story, I wanted to make the two women into different characters, so described my brief “backstories” for them in a Facebook writing group and asked for comments, and I was offered some great ideas. I’ll be developing this more fully in book 2.

Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?

It is! The series is called “Merely Players”, and I credit Shakespeare in the first book. In book 1, Paul is recruited to work on a TV show. In book 2, he works on the show. The other ideas I have all involve the other TV shows they all work on, with tension and drama coming from various sources. I have different story ideas for books 3 to 6. And I’d love to have a spin-off series of three stories from two of the supporting cast in book 2. I’ve already written most of their story and needed to have Paul as one of their friends, so it made sense to have them as his in the Merely Players series. Well, it made sense at the time...

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?

My original idea was told in a 200-word flash fiction story. That set my neurons in motion and other ideas developed... I stopped at just under 35,000 words! And the original flash fiction story doesn’t even appear until book 2.

It’s also an example of how research can be fun. I’ve seen a couple of jousting teams do displays and even spent a day learning the basics with one, who train stunt performers as well as run corporate entertainment and “special treat” days.

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

My original idea was a short story of maybe 15,000 words. In my 200-word story, the characters were working on the show and in a relationship, so I needed some backstory. I remembered the jousting, developed the supporting cast, had an idea for giving Paul a significant moment of doubt and anxiety and the story seemed to flow along.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?

No, quite the opposite. I’m forever rolling ideas around in my mind and have to concentrate on other things sometimes. Like my day job.

Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?

The amount of thought I put into a character before writing varies, but I’ve never planned a story or defined a character on paper before writing.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

As much as I think the story needs. I obviously write about loads of things I’ll never experience, but some stuff seems to work better if I know how it feels.

I ride horses, so I can briefly describe the sensations to provide “colour” and help my readers imagine the experience.

For one story idea, I wanted a character to use a traditional English longbow, so I found a local archery centre doing “taster days” and went along. And took it up as a new hobby.

At my archery club, one of the members is a military doctor, which gives me an expert to ask about medical stuff. I’ll never sew up a wound, but I know someone who has, and I can ask them about it!

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Book 2 is already well on the way and I want that published next. I’m uncertain what to do after that, as I have four different ideas, but I’m not going to stop now I’ve got the bug!


I'm a professional scientist by day, madcap writer in my spare time. I’ve lived in various parts of England, and am now settled in Cornwall, in the south-west of England. Not far from Poldark country...

My education was obviously science-based, but I've always been a keen reader - thrillers, science fiction, fantasy, horror, a few classics, and even some romances.

Scientific papers and technical reports are interesting to write, but one day I knew they weren’t what I wanted to do. I started writing general interest factual articles and giving public talks. Then I decided to try fiction and joined a constructive critiquing group, whose feedback convinced me to stick at it. My confidence was boosted by having four short stories published in anthologies. Now I’ve gone and written a whole book, I want to write another.


Lonely widower Paul knows he's ready to move on and start a new relationship, but doesn't expect to meet two attractive and interesting women at the same time. They want to recruit his jousting display team to feature in a TV show.

Becky and Hayley are best friends, as different as chalk and cheese, and both clearly fancy Paul. A decent guy at heart, he hopes to win one without harming their friendship. But the women don't make it any easier when they turn up the heat and leave him wondering what's going on.

A fantastic prize is within his reach. He just has to overcome his deepest fears, self-doubts, and fragile self-confidence. And be Hayley's leading man in the TV show she hopes will make her name. So no pressure. Just take a deep breath and let these two intriguing women lead him way outside his comfort zone.

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01 November 2015

Hi, thank you for inviting me to your blog to talk about my latest book from Evernight.
An Unusual Vacation  (October 29 release)

I originally expected this story to be a short, but as the plot developed and the characters took over, the story grew and grew, and still there’s more to tell, because one of the supporting characters, Connor, is going to have his own story.

Dominic Carr, my hero and Michelle Vega, my heroine, couldn’t be more different, but they are instantly drawn to each other and the resulting passion between them is intense. Dominic’s hopes are high, making him vulnerable. Michelle is involved in a dangerous lifestyle far removed from Dominic’s, but she’s lonely. This opens her up to taking chances when she meets Dominic.
I love water, rivers, and the ocean. They have their own very special atmosphere, and I wanted to flavor the story setting with the sounds, and smells of sun drenched harbor towns, wide rivers and boats, to provide contrast with the suspense element of the story.

When you read the story and Dominic sails away on vacation. Think Monterey or the marinas in the Caribbean or the Florida keys. The sky is Grecian blue, the air and water sparkles. There’s the smell of salt and sea, and wheel of seagulls as the couple walk on the quay together.

At thirty-two Dominic Carr thinks it’s time he met a girl he could love. He’s tired and jaded from his high power job, and hoping that this summer’s vacation will be refreshing. When he sees Michelle Vega in the art gallery of a harbor town he visits, her long legs in pink couture shorts grab his attention.

Michelle Vega has everything to hide except her beauty and her instant attraction to Dominic. She’s not on vacation as she visits the gallery—more like on business.

As the two of them fall into a hot romance, Dominic is sure Michelle could be ‘the one,’ but Michelle is filled with doubt when she considers how he might react to discovering her secrets.

When Michelle’s business takes a dangerous twist Dominic finds he’s pulled into a perilous situation.
Will this be a test of his love or the finish of it?

Read an excerpt: Dominic sees Michelle for the first time

A sunbeam slanted through the skylight as if aiming for Dominic’s face. He opened his eyes and rolled away from the bright shaft of light. His head safely on the other side of the pillow, Dominic checked the time on his cell phone that lay on the bedside unit. The day looked beautiful through the cabin window as he sat up and swung his legs onto the floor. He pulled on a T-shirt over his boxers and padded into the galley to make coffee. Dominic went up on deck and took his cup of coffee with him. The clear, blue sky and the sun-dappled water brought a smile to his face. The marina around his berth was already full of life, and he sat to watch a fabulous motor yacht edge out of a berth and move majestically into deeper water. Hunger drove him to shower and dress. He had food in the fridge to cook, but Dominic knew there was a great café in this town next to an art gallery and he meant to visit both that morning.

Mellowed by the blueberry pancakes he’d eaten, the sun on his shoulders as he sat at one of the café’s outdoor tables lifted his spirits. Summer scented the air and Dominic took a deep breath. I needed this change. It feels as if I’ve suddenly entered the real world

His thoughts made him grin as he paid the bill, and left the café. The art gallery, a door down, was showing several local artists’ work and the traveling exhibition on loan from a private collector housed a number of Monet paintings Dominic wanted to see. He’d never thought about joining the art world himself, but Dominic liked to look. It gave him a sense of peace.

A poster on the revolving door proclaimed there was a small fee that week because of the Monets. The gallery had two floors. The rooms were long, stretching back in the deceptively spacious building, with padded benches placed at intervals for people to sit and absorb the art. Dominic donated at the plastic box attached to the screen midway down the first floor of the gallery designating the entrance to the special exhibition. He wanted to see that first.

Over an hour later, Dominic left the Monet exhibition, and wandered along to the top room of the art gallery. He saw the young woman the moment he reached the top of the stairs. She sat part way down the left hand side, on one of the blue benches. Dominic couldn’t tear his gaze away as he edged closer to where she sat. She wore a pale-pink suit jacket and her glossy hair fell down her back, almost to her waist. Her lightly tanned legs were bare and she wore bright pink, high-heeled pumps. Dominic couldn’t see a skirt. Intrigued, he stopped at the painting adjacent to the one she sat in front of, and cast a secret glance at her. Shorts, mmm, she’s beautiful. He passed behind the bench trying to ascertain if she wore a wedding ring. Luck gave him a perfect opportunity as she moved her hair from her face, giving him a delightful view of a naked wedding band finger and her lovely profile. Dominic’s heart raced. Surprise at his reaction to the young woman gripped him, and he walked rapidly across the width of the gallery to stand before an ocean scene and try to collect his swirling thoughts.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Evernight Publishing
About Elodie
I’m a writer who is in love with happy endings. Currently based in the UK but thinking about joining the next flock of birds I see heading south for the winter.
I love: music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean ...
I work with antiques by day and words by night.
Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my current home, and I write.
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29 October 2015

Way back in the stone ages (AKA: my twenties), my then-husband wanted a Harley.  He began growing a goatee and quizzing me on the differences between a Panhead, a Shovelhead, and an Evolution.  We bought a Harley Sportster and painted it cherry red.  I wore a helmet and jacket with red flames and he made the unfortunate mistake of wearing a head bandana with tomatoes on it.  Guess what his riding name became?

We had a local hillbilly bar that served free lunch on Sunday.  I’m talking corn beef and sauerkraut, fried chicken, or beef stew.  It was a weekly tradition with us and our little riding community.  One Sunday, as we’re sitting around enjoying free food and pitchers of beer, in walks a group of tatted up men and women, wearing denim vests.  My husband and his friends froze, leaned over to us and told us to get up and get the hell out of the bar. Quickly.

The Pagans had just walked in. 

I didn’t know the Pagans from Adam and only later did I learn they were an outlaw biker gang, as notorious as the Hells Angels.  And little did I suspect that I would draw upon that experience as I decided to write motorcycle club romance.

Where did the inspiration for Unbroken come from?
I loved the television show Stalkers, which unfortunately lasted only one season.  It always made me think about these stories you would hear in the news that always seemed like they were too unbelievable to be true, but somehow they really were, which is what made them terrifying.  I wondered what lengths I would do to stay safe from someone threatening, and thus, Piper was born.
Tell us something about the novel that doesn’t appear on the blurb or the excerpt.
The original name for this series was going to be Stalkers, because I wanted to create my own version of the show.  But after talking it over with my editor, we switched it to Forgotten Rebels MC, because I do plan for other stories in this world.   The next book will feature Wick and Abbott’s story.

Please share an excerpt from your book that totally spoke to you when you put the words down on paper.
“Piper stared up at the tall walls, a virtual fortress behind concrete and barbed wire.  A small sign declaring the building was property of the Forgotten Rebels Motorcycle Club let her know she was at the right place.  She wasnt sure if the people inside thought the zombie apocalypse was going to happen, but if she could get behind the fortification she knew shed be safe.”
…I think all of us, at one time or another, wants to feel safe. For Piper, her safe house is actually the club’s house, behind fortified walls that would keep out any and all bad guys. 

What is the signature song for Unbroken?
“Unbroken” by Demi Lovato.  The lyrics really defined who Piper was. 

Locked up tight
Like I would never feel again
Stuck in some kind of love prison
And threw away the key, oh, oh
Terrified until I stared into your eyes
Made me start to realize
The possibilities

No need for me to run, run, run
You're making me believe in everything
No need to go and hide, hide, hide
Gonna give you every little piece of me

I'm gonna love you like I've never been broken
I'm gonna love you like I've never been broken

The afternoon flew by and she knew the men in the church had to be getting hungry, so she went into the kitchen and began organizing food into sandwiches.  It was something shed done a hundred times before.  After the platter was finished, she sent a quick text to Wick.  He replied almost immediately that it was okay for her to enter with the food.
            Picking up the platter, she carried it to the church door and one of the men let her in.  Wick smiled his appreciation when he saw the pile of food shed made.  She quickly set it down and made a beeline for the door, knowing to get out as soon as possible.
            Wait, came a deep voice.  I thought I met all the club girls.
Piper halted and glanced over to the opposite end of the table.  Her gaze met a pair of eyes so green it made her think of emeralds.  They were framed with the type of dark lashes that women would kill to have.  His black hair flopped a little over his forehead and scruff outlined a strong jaw.   Next to his left eye was a small tattoo, a black diamond.  The man was big, muscular, and he stared at her like he wanted to devour her.  Butterflies swarmed through her belly and her mouth went dry.  She tried to wet her lips with her tongue but didnt have enough saliva to do the job. 
Shes not club pussy, Kix, Wick said evenly. 
Kix flicked his gaze toward her brother.  Is she your old lady?
Wick shook his head.  My sister.
Kix visibly relaxed.  I see.  He looked at her once more.  Whats your name?
Im Sissy, Piper said.  I take care of the house.
Sissy, he repeated, then frowned.  That name doesnt seem to suit you.
She cleared her throat.  Its what Im called.
And were all called something, arent we, sweetheart?     
The men of The White Death chuckled and Sissy pulled her gaze away from Kix to look at the newcomers.  Parky had been correct.  Each man was gorgeous, a far cry from the current Rebels stock.  The Brothers might be family, but some of them had a face only a mother could love.
Whose old lady are you? Kix asked.
She lifted her chin.  Im no ones old lady.
He gave a wicked little grin.  Good, he murmured. 

****To celebrate the release of Unbroken (Forgotten Rebels MC #1), which coincides with Halloween, I am giving away this amazing Walking Dead give-a-way!  Who doesn’t love a little Darryl Dixon?  To enter, leave a comment from 10/29 to 10/31!  One winner will be chosen at random on Nov. 1st!

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10 October 2015
***Congrats to Michaela Duarte for winning my blog hop in celebration of Evernight's 5th Birthday!

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Reporter Julianne Wallis hasn’t stopped thinking about Kane Bannerman since she seduced him to get a story five years ago. Now she’s back for a second story, but this time she wants more than sex from Kane. She wants the secret he is hiding.

Kane is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. The program now has a mind of its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth.

They call themselves the Weathermen…

Kane teased her pussy lips with feathery touches from both his fingers and his tongue until she was out of her mind with need. She writhed on the bed and whimpered, but he didn’t do so much as spread her pussy lips or touch her clit. She couldn’t take it any longer. “Please, Kane. Please!”

He lifted his head and grinned, and she let out a cry of frustration. “Please, what? Tell me what you want, Julianne.”

“Oh my God, seriously? Fuck me. Lick me. Suck me. Shove your fingers inside me. Anything!” 

“What will you give me in return?”

“What?” She was hallucinating. That was the only logical explanation. Was the man even human?

“I asked what you’ll give me in return. I’ve given you two stories, and you’re naked with your wrists tied together. What do I get out of this?”

“A naked woman tied up in your bed.”

He shook his head. “Not good enough. If I do what you want, what will you do for me?”

She narrowed her eyes as shivers ran up and down her spine. Decadent images raced through her mind. Exactly how kinky was Kane Bannerman? “What do you want?”

He brushed a hand up one thigh and down the other, and Julianne couldn’t stop the moan in time. The smug grin he gave her should have angered her, but all it did was fuel her excitement. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Yes!” He was torturing her with the mere promise of sex.

Kane flipped her onto her stomach before she could do more than let out a breath. He caressed her ass cheeks, and then he smacked each one, hard. “This is what I want. You, over my knee, taking a good, old-fashioned spanking because you are such a damn brat, Julianne. When my hand gets tired, I have a paddle to use on your lovely round ass.”

He covered her body with his and turned her face sideways toward his. She had to struggle to take a full breath because she was so aroused she could barely think. His beautiful eyes blazed with desire. “After I spank you and paddle you hard enough to thoroughly punish you for what you’ve done to me, I will fuck you. I will fuck you hard and rough. I will fuck your pussy, your delectable mouth, and your very pretty ass.”

Kane kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth, but just as quickly released it, leaving her wanting so much more. “That’s what I want. Your move, gorgeous.”

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30 September 2015

Evernight Celebrates 5 Years of Publishing!

Thanks to readers like you, Evernight Publishing has grown by leaps and bounds in five years so they’re pulling out all the stops and throwing an extreme BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION BLOG HOP in your honor!
That’s right! It’s Evernight’s birthday but YOU get the presents…
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I’m honored to celebrate this momentous occasion with Evernight!  Evernight is a Family, and I'm so honored and proud to be in the company the amazing Evernight authors.  Happy 5th birthday!!  I raise my glass and toast to another five, ten, fifteen (and more!) amazing years!

Here’s a look at my personal favorite Evernight release:

Micah John drifts through life relying on his ability to count cards in the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas.  One bad turn has him owing a hundred thousand to an unscrupulous loan shark, with only a week to come up with the cash.  He doesn’t have time for much of anything, except working and worrying. 

He sure the hell doesn’t have time for a woman claiming to be from 1794.

Henrietta Knapp is trying to wrap her brain around the fact that she’s out of her time.  A bolt of lightning has brought her more than two hundred twenty years forward.  Why? She doesn’t know. Not until Micah John appears. 

As mistrust and fear drain away, Micah John and Etta find a love that outshines the bad and the ugly.  But will they be given the chance to hold onto a happy ever after, or will the lightning strike again?

****As part of the special Birthday Celebration, one lucky winner will receive the ebook of When Lightening Strikes!  All you have to do is leave a comment with a way to contact you (I promise not to spam you, just need to know how to contact you!) One winner will be chosen at random at the end of the Blog Hop!

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26 September 2015
Mostly on my blog I feature books.  New releases, cover reveals, interviews…I try to host everything there is about writing and make no references of a political or religious nature. But there is one thing that is dear to my heart, and that is women’s rights.  

Let me clarify one thing...I'm not a feminist. Far from it. But it makes me so angry when I see men trying to take away certain aspects of women's rights, or even women letting men rule their decisions without a clear thought of what it means to them. Honestly, if a man told you that you're not smart enough to vote, or understand the issues being debated on, or you aren't capable of handling money…that your only hope in life is to marry well…or that you need to be nothing but a baby maker...would you agree with him?  No, of course not. That's stupid.

There is a movie coming out called “Suffragette”, staring Meryl Streep, Helena Bonham Carter, and Carey Mulligan.  And it’s about fucking time to remind this generation what our Foremothers did for us.  What they sacrificed and suffered to give us everything so we, their descendants, could have freedoms they only dreamed about.  I wonder how many women know what the word Suffragette means?

For those who haven't read the history of our Foremothers, the march for women's rights is a fascinating piece of history we should not forget.  It wasn't just this nation but in many of the democratic "civilized" places in the world.  It's sad that women suppression still happens in our world today.  

So in the United States, women began fighting for their right to vote in the 1800s.  Susan B. Anthony was even arrested for voting in the presidential election of 1872.  Back in 1919 the word Suffragette meant a movement, a firestorm. Who else knows their history, and the fact that women didn't get the right to vote until the 19th Amendment was ratified in 1920? That's LESS than 100 years ago! The car is older than our right to vote.

Suffragettes marched, were bullied, thrown in jail, abused, and scorned by many...some by other women, mostly by men.  You see, a woman’s place was behind her husband.  She had no rights.  She was a daughter, a wife, or labeled a spinster.

But that's what Suffragettes were fighting for. A world were women were considered equal. Pictures are worth a thousand words.  

                                            (I find the second woman's sign very ironic)

Nothing burns me up more than a man's belief that he has any say so over what it means to be a woman.  The issue is as pressing today as it was almost a hundred years ago.  We've come so far but clearly, there are still mountains to climb.  I wonder if I would have had the courage to march for my rights, like the women in these photos.  I hope that I would.  We must never forget what they sacrificed for women in this country.  For us to burn our bras, to take a stand.  To be the breadwinner, or at least have the choice to be the breadwinner.  It is a privilege to vote, so take advantage of the fact that we have that liberty thanks to our Foremothers.

21 September 2015
BANGreleasebanner   Release Blitz Title: BANG Author: Joanna Blake Genre: Contemporary Romance Cover: Rebel Edit & Design Photo: Furious Fotog Model: Shawn Dawson Date: September 21, 2015

I have sex on camera for a living. I don't need to feel anything to perform. In fact, I like it better that way. That's until I meet her. She makes me want things I shouldn't. Like her.

My name is Trent but in the business I go by Rez. I work hard, play hard and party hard. That's until a crash takes me out of rotation. I broke all of my bones -- all, that is, except the one that counts. Too bad I'm too messed up to use it.

Now I'm laid up in a hospital bed, unable to do more than scratch my ass. That wouldn't be so bad, but the nurse in charge of my recovery is hell on wheels. Bossy, prudish and rough with her sponge baths. Not to mention drop dead gorgeous. Worse yet, she seems totally immune to my charms.

I love getting a rise out of her. And for some reason, she always gets a rise out of me.

She thinks she is better than a manwhore like me. She might be right. But I'm not giving up until I take the prissy know it all on the ride of her life- on me. I can't wait to see the look on her face when

I've blown her mind six or seven times in one night.

Trouble is, I've gotten in deeper than I meant to. And I don't know if I ever want out.

BANG is a standalone novel with no cheating and a guaranteed HEA!  
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  buynow   Amazon:   Add BANG on Goodreads:     Book trailer:     bangpromo     teasers     BANG teasser 2   BANG teaser 3   Perfect male body. Close-up of young shirtless man covered with towel standing against background   excerpt   She knew. She didn’t even have to say a word. I just knew. Her eyes had changed. She looked wounded. Cold. Indifferent. She was beautiful of course, but more fragile somehow. She looked like she’d been crying. And she wouldn’t make eye contact with me. For a moment I felt defeat. She wasn’t going to come around. Fuck that. She owed me dinner. And dessert. And I meant to have it. “I’m getting out soon.” She nodded. “That’s good.” “You owe me dinner.” She sighed, standing perfectly still for a moment. Then she went back to what she was doing. “No I don’t.” “Are you welching?” She looked at me finally. Her eyes were worse than I’d thought. She looked betrayed. She looked humiliated. My heart leapt in my chest. I’d never meant to hurt the girl. I just wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to make us both feel good. And I knew it would be different with this girl. Off the charts. Special. “Lexi…” “I’m sure you had a good laugh at my expense. But that’s done now. Please, Mr. Davis, allow me to do my job.” Mr. Davis. Ouch. That hurt. I grabbed her hand. I could feel the electricity jump between us. She looked at me, her eyes cold and shuttered. “Lexi… I wasn’t laughing. I like you.” She pulled her hand loose. “I’m sorry Mr. Davis, I’m not interested.” “Like hell you aren’t!” She started to leave and I was up in an instant. I locked the door, pressing her against it. I used my other hand to close the blinds. Her eyes were wide with surprise. And something else. Arousal. My mouth crashed down on hers. She didn’t move. Not to get away. Not to kiss me back. And then she melted. I knew in that moment I had her. She was mine. “I want you Lexi…” “Not here.” “Hell yes here.” She moaned as my fingers slid over her uniform. I wasted no time going for her most sensitive spots. I was already learning her. Knowing her. Her neck. The sides of her breasts. The high arch of her hip. And lower. I ground my cock into her as my tongue dove in and out of her mouth. My hips were circling, faster and faster. I knew that if I didn’t stop, I was going to cum. But not before I made her cum. “Lay on the bed.” “Trent…” I stared at her. “I- oh…” She moaned as my fingers found her cleft. I kept talking as I toyed with her, carefully using all my skills to keep her aroused. To keep her from over thinking this. “We can do this standing up. Or we can do this laying down. It’s up to you pet.” “Sta-standing up.” I grinned at her. “Be careful what you wish for Lexi.”       BANG-1       authorbio   Joanna Blake loves good old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and the women who love them. She's thrilled to be collaborating with Pincushion Press on her new series! Come along for the ride! XoX, Joanna   OTHER BOOKS by JOANNA: GRIND: PLAYER: BRO': A Bad Boy For Summer: Ride With Me: ​ Slay Me (ROCK GODS): Dare Me (ROCK GODS): Cover Me (ROCK GODS): Wanted By The Devil (DEVIL'S RIDERS): Still Waters (DEVIL'S RIDERS): Safe In His Arms (DEVIL'S RIDERS): The Rock Star Next Door (Joanna Blake Singles): The Biker Next Door (Joanna Blake Singles):  
04 September 2015
  Cover Reveal Title: the Push Author: Sara V. Zook Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: September 25, 2015   e1fee-synopsis-01
An accident. A coma. Another woman stealing her husband’s heart.

Livvy Thorne has been through hell. She’s just gotten Darin back, and with Violet now out of the picture, she can focus on her marriage and the anticipated arrival of their newborn son. Having a family, that’s not too much to ask for, is it?

A heart attack. A hospital. More pain.

Another man is about to step into Livvy’s life to help her through the torments she’s experiencing. Will she lean on him and forget everything she’s worked so hard to get back? Sometimes our destiny is to be happy, uplifted, and content. Other times our destiny stabs us in the back, laughs at our suffering, and pushes us down.
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Having two women wanting you at the same time … isn’t that every man’s fantasy? Wrong.

It’s a nightmare, at least for Darin Thorne. The doctors had assured him his wife was going to die, sooner or later, so he’d moved on with someone else. Then he’d gotten the last call he’d expected to ever get—his wife was back from the dead. She’s coming home from the hospital and needs a place to stay. Darin is forced to invite her to come home with him.

Two women living under the same roof, one his wife, the other his fiancé. Could this ever work? Darin feels a storm brewing in his life. He can’t possibly live like this much longer. The question still stands … which woman will he choose?

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30 August 2015

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my newest release, Claimed by her Bears.

Based loosely on Goldilocks and the three bears, which happens to be one of my favourite Fairytales, and originally published as Goldie and her Bears, this story is really quite special to me. It started my love affair with bear shifters, and it was my first ménage.

I wrote the original version in a mad typing frenzy over one weekend, when those bears just wouldn’t let me rest, and you know, every bear shifter I have written since, has been the same. There is something about bears. They tend to be my raunchiest, most demanding heroes, and these three, are something else entirely. If you’ve read the original story, you know these bears are very, very naughty, but you know, they are even naughtier in this version. I’ve learnt a lot about writing sex since those early days, and delving into everyone’s point of view in this new and extended version has added another level of hotness. An extra 30K of hotness to be precise.


I had great fun writing these bears, so get ready for some yummy bear shifting kinky shenanigans. J


Take one very human girl. Add three bear shifters and one BDSM club. Shake well…

When Goldie Lockwood tumbles into the arms of the new CEO, she falls head over heels in lust with the enigmatic Dom. Interested in the lifestyle she might be, but Jason Stanhope seems way out of her league.

Jason’s bear wants nothing more than to bend Goldie over his desk and claim her right there, but that wouldn’t be appropriate. This bear shifter comes as a package deal—three for the prize of one. As the oldest of triplets, his mate will also have to submit to his brother and sister.

While Goldie responds beautifully to his training, will a weekend at the club be one step too far, or can she be the sweet sub the siblings need?

Revealing their bears might very well make Goldilocks live up to her name.


He had originally planned to spank her insolent ass, and then fuck her over his desk, but when she hadn’t appeared, his mood had darkened. For one soul wrenchingly disappointing second he’d thought she’d run out on him, and then his bear had picked up the scent of aroused woman. He’d tracked her down to the ladies’, and just when he thought he’d have to break the door in, she had appeared, and a new plan had taken hold.

Her untutored responses to him had made the Dom in him roar, and his bear had positively strutted at them. Fucking her now was out of the question. His volatile animal was too close to the surface, and he would not be able to resist biting her. No, it was far safer for everyone involved to consummate their relationship at the safety of the club, where his bear would be easier to control in the company of Jacob and Cat.

Besides, they had to establish the ground rules, and his little Goldilocks had some homework to do, starting right now.

He spread his legs and raised an eyebrow at her when she just stood there, staring at him open mouthed.

“I’m waiting, girl. If you can’t follow a simple instruction then this ain't gonna work out between us.”

She gasped at that, and grinning he reached out and shut her mouth with his index finger under her chin. A shudder went through her when he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her kiss swollen lips, and she pouted when he withdrew again.

“Can’t you just spank me or something, and get that punishment over with, please, Sir?”

Jason threw his head back and laughed, and her pout deepened, but when he shook his head, she gave an exaggerated sigh, and slowly inched the hemline of her skirt up.

It was his turn to groan when her pretty pink pussy lips came into view. Delightfully bare, they glistened in her dew, and his bear huffed his need for a taste of the nectar between her legs.

Jason had to clear his throat to get his voice to work, and the little minx grinned at him.
“Spread your legs, girl. Give your Sir a good view.”

With a groan to match his, Goldie complied, and Jason had to rub his aching shaft through his trousers to gain some relief, as her outer lips opened to reveal the bounty therein. Her inner lips darkened in color the longer he stared at them, as the blood rushed to that area. Her engorged clit stood proudly out its hood, almost daring him to devour it with his teeth, and her pussy hole clenched and released, causing more of her juices to trickle out of it and down the inside of her thighs.

“Now, that is a pretty sight, my girl. I bet you want to come pretty badly right now, don’t you.”


He smirked at her strangled answer, and taking his phone out of his pocket got to his knees to take some candid close up shots of his girl’s cunt. Both Jacob and Cat would sure appreciate those, not to mention he would, while he imagined himself balls deep inside that pretty flesh.

“What are you doing, Sir?” Her voice wobbled, but she didn’t close her legs either, and pride surged in him. Maybe this would work out after all. Not claiming her as his was already too painful to contemplate. All three of them would just have to work really hard to make her fall in love with them so that the small matter of them shifting into grizzlies wouldn’t freak her out too much.

He had a sudden vision of her running away screaming from the club when she found out about them like her namesake in the popular fairytale. He shook his head to free it of those disturbing thoughts, and getting back to his feet showed her the last picture he’d just taken.

“Just taking a picture of what’s mine, girl.”

Goldie glanced at the screen briefly and blushed crimson.

“No need to be ashamed, Goldilocks. You have the prettiest little cunt I've ever seen, and I can't wait to claim it.”

The hopeful look she threw his way made him laugh, and he shook his head.

“Not today though.” He pulled the hemline of her pencil skirt down and tapped her nose.

“You can close your legs now, but remember what I said. No making yourself come, and no panties. I’ll be checking to make sure you follow that rule, and if you don’t…” He grinned at her sharp intake of breath when he swatted her ass twice.

“You won't be able to sit that pretty behind of yours down for a week, got it?”

 “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, and he brushed his lips over hers, drinking in the scent of his woman.
“You have some homework to do first, and when I think you’re ready, we’ll be taking that step at the club.”

Her eyes widened anew at that proclamation.

“The club?” she asked. “Not the one all the staff is dying to find out about?”

Jason tapped her nose again and stepping away, pulled out the list of websites he’d printed off for her earlier out his trouser pocket.

“The very same, baby, only, you’re looking at the new owner. Well one of them. My sister and brother own a third each.”

“There’s more of you?” Her voice rose in her astonishment, and he knew now was the perfect time to test the waters.

“Yes, we’re triplets, and…” He let his words trail off waiting for her reaction, and she didn’t disappoint.

“Triplets? I guess that makes you really close, right?” she asked, and when he just shrugged his shoulders, she wrapped her arms around herself.

“Is there a reason you’re telling me this now?” she asked, and he nodded.

“Let’s just say, we like to share—everything.”

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Author Bio

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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28 August 2015
ONE NAUGHTY FANTASY **This book features the same three characters that are in SNOWBOUND**
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Nina Santangeles has decided to give her lovers, Cameron Easton and Alex Gable, their ultimate fantasy. Dressed in a red plaid skirt, cotton blouse, bobby socks, and saddle shoes, she surprises them during a presentation they’re giving for architecture and design students at a university lecture hall, causing quite a stir.

When her men take her back to their hotel suite with the intention of punishing her for the naughty behavior as part of their role play fantasy, how far will she let them go?


They each held one of her hands in the hallway. Alex barely closed and locked the door to their hotel suite behind them before he lunged for her, covering her mouth in a hot kiss that surprised her. Her men were always on fire for her, but this was different. Their reaction was off the charts hot, and she had to assume it was the role playing.

She raked her hands over his back and tight ass, moaning into his open mouth. Pushing her hips against him, she wasn’t surprised to find his erection rock-hard. Behind her, Cameron reached under her skirt and grabbed her ass, groaning. Alex’s mouth released hers, and he nipped at her neck.

Nina started to unzip her skirt, but Cameron stopped her. “No. Leave it on, but take off the panties.”

Alex let go of her long enough to allow Nina to remove her panties and step out of them. Cameron took them from her, and she glanced over her shoulder to watch him bring them to his nose. It was so damn sexy she couldn’t stop the moan.

Nina turned her attention back to Alex and removed his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. She peeled it off to reveal broad shoulders and fine dark hairs dusting his muscled chest. She loved their bodies. Both men were so damn gorgeous she could never get enough of them. “You work out, Mr. Gable.”

“Yeah. I do.”

“We both do,” said Cameron.

She ran her teeth over Alex’s nipples as she reached for his pants, unfastening the button above the zipper.

Behind her, Cameron grabbed her ass again. “Oh Christ … Nina …”

“Tell me what you both want,” she said, lifting her gaze to Alex’s eyes.

Alex swallowed hard. “I want to fuck you. Fuck you fucking silly.”

Cameron reached around and grasped her breasts through the cotton top. “I want to fill each of your holes, baby, all night long.” He let go of her breasts and smacked her ass, hard. Nina moaned. “I want to spank you for being such a bad girl. You interrupted a very important presentation for us, you know.”

He smacked her ass cheeks again, and she nearly came. “I know I did.”

“Now we need to punish you for it, and we need to fuck you hard for it.”

She giggled, tossing her hair. “Oh, you can fuck me, but I’m not so sure about the spanking part.” She had to pretend to protest something, after all. That had been part of their fantasy, but it was very difficult to get into the role now that she was alone in a beautiful hotel suite with them.

Alex turned her around so fast she nearly fell. He enveloped her in a bear hug from behind that was more sweet than lustful. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Nina rubbed her ass against Alex’s erection, aching for his dick to fill her, as he nuzzled her neck. “I like you, too, Alex. I like both of you. Let’s get these clothes off you two and see what you have in your pants.”

“In a minute.” Alex nibbled at her neck and reached under her blouse to unhook her bra. Cameron helped him ease the straps off her shoulders under the fabric, and then Alex tossed the bra on the floor. He grasped her breasts, and Nina moaned loudly.

“Oh God, I love your tits.” Alex’s breath was warm in her ear, and the sensation of his hands on her breasts and his erection rubbing against her ass nearly brought her to orgasm.

Cameron shoved his hand under her skirt and rubbed her clit with his expert fingers, then pushed one inside her pussy. She was so damn wet they wouldn’t need lube. “I love wet pussies.”

Nina closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations of Alex kneading her breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples, while Cameron finger-fucked her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her climax was so close it was ridiculous.

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Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Thank you so much for having me!  

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

 I thought it would be interesting to write about a Motorcycle club run by werewolves. It had been in the back of my mind for a while and when the Bad Alpha anthology came up I decided it was a good time to write out my vison.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?

I love tying my stories together, so this book will tie into the last book of my Divergent Species series.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?

Not much.  Listening to music mostly.  

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

Most of my stories are completely from imagination.   

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I'm trying to finish up the Divergent Species series.  I'm writing Declawed right now, which I plan to be a Romance on the a shorter story.  Then it's Hungry Like a Wolf (tentative title).  This might be a little longer because I have some story threads to tie up.  I'll be revisiting The Bone Crushers again, from Outlaw Wolf.


Dekker ran away from his pack in an order to protect his lover and Alpha, Grey, when he overheard two higher ranked wolves talk about killing him.  When Grey finds him six months later, Dekker tries to convince the man he loves to go away.  But Grey won’t take no and as the two talk it out, their mutual attraction overwhelms them.

In desperation, Dekker renounces Grey as his Alpha.

But when another force tries to punish Dekker by silencing him forever, Grey must choose which stand he’ll take…being the alpha for all his pack, or being the man Dekker needs, even if it means breaking the rules.


Awareness suddenly coursed through him, the same feeling just before lightning struck.  The anticipation of something momentous was just about to happen.  In slow motion, Dekker saw Grey stiffen.  Saw the biker raise his nose and sniff the air.  Like a deer caught in headlights, Dekker was unable to turn away as Grey scanned the room, and then their eyes met.  Locked.  The world disappeared around them.  He’d been a fool to think time and distance would’ve been enough to sever the bond that arched between them, in a mere instant the electrifying tangent that had always existed between them snapped tautly into place.
The second biker leaned into Grey, and Dekker dragged his gaze from Grey’s to glance at the other man.  Stones, the club’s enforcer, and the pack’s most vicious wolf.  He was older then them both by about twenty years, but Stones’ age had never been a liability.  He was the only person Dekker truly feared.
Grey shook his head sharply and walked away from Stones, heading directly toward him.  Dekker took a deep breath, unable to move or even look away.  Fury darkened Grey’s face, turning his golden eyes into cold flecks of amber.  The premature gray in his hair, responsible for his name, glowed in the dim lighting.  Dekker waited, gripping the broom handle tightly.  He couldn’t save himself.  There would be no turning and running away like last time. 
Grey came to a stop in front of him, glaring at him from his superior height.  They’d known each other their whole lives, having grown up in the club and pack, and Grey had always been taller.  Stronger.  Bigger.  Dekker hadn’t minded.  That had been some of the things that had drawn him to Grey.
“You’ve been here all this time?” Grey demanded.
Dekker shrugged, unable to form words past the lump in his throat. 
“No,” Grey said harshly.  “You don’t get to shrug this off.  We searched everywhere for you.  I wouldn’t give up even when they told me to.”
Dekker looked around, knowing that everyone was listening avidly.  The last thing he wanted was to air their past to gossip mongers, which was exactly what the small backwoods community was.  Small-town life seemed to thrive on swapping stories of what went on behind closed doors.
“Let’s not hash this out here, Grey,” Dekker said, leaning closer to keep his voice down.         
Grey folded his arms.  “I’m not leaving.”
“Fine. Could you at least wait until after my shift?  I only have half an hour left.”
Indecision warred through Grey’s eyes, but finally, he gave a stiff nod.  “Fine.  But I’m not leaving this bar without you."

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19 August 2015
Now available - the next installment of Lynn Burke's Risso Family novellas!
Complete with Her
A Risso Family Novella
Contemporary Romance
by Lynn Burke
August 10, 2015
Evernight Publishing
Bastian Risso breaks away from his loud, intrusive family and moves to Charleston, West Virginia. His new neighbor is a seemingly lonely soul, a kindred introvert who might be his perfect matchHer beauty calls to him like a siren, and determined not to be a chicken-shit, he steps out of his comfort zone to make her acquaintance. 

Eve Thompson is protective of her privacy. She relishes her solitude as it keeps people from staring at her deformed upper lip or making fun of her speech impediment. Her persistent neighbor, however, proves a temptation too great to resist. His sincere smiles and compliments threaten to crumble the brick wall she hides behind. And his affections evoke feelings she can't control. 

Bastian plans to show Eve the beauty of who she is inside and out. But will his efforts break down her barriers or shatter both their fragile hearts
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Sprawling out on my borrowed sleeping bag beside the fire, I feasted my eyes on Eve as she moved with ease around our site. No fidgeting. No sidelong glances. “I can see why you love it out here.”
She tucked an escaped lock of hair behind an ear and bent over her task of wiping the blackened pot clean. “While it’s quiet at home, nothing compares to the peaceful outdoors.”
Temptation to tell her I knew of a thing or two that would compare in enjoyment rolled over me, but I refrained. Shadows lengthened across the small campground, and although we had neighbors a stone throw away, their murmuring barely reached my ears. Shrubs and trees blocked us from view, and leaning back, hands behind my head, I decided tonight, come hell or high water, I would hear Eve’s gasps, smother her moans with my lips as my hands explored her body.
Twilight hindered sight through the trees before she finished cleaning up. After hiding herself in the tent for a few minutes, she emerged with pants and clogs replacing her hiking gear. She settled onto the ground beside my knees.
I leaned up on my elbow and propped my head on my hand. “Eve.” I patted the sleeping bag I laid on. “Come up here.”
Her bottom lip sucked between her teeth as she peered at me in the growing darkness. “Why?”
“I want to kiss you.”
A gasp reached my ears, and I wished we’d brought a lantern so I could see her face. She scooted to my side, and I tugged her down to lay beside me.
Baby steps.
Inches separated our bodies, but I didn’t pull her close like I longed to do. Instead, I ran a fingertip down her cheek and neck, her pulse thrumming beneath my feather-light touch. She gazed up at me with widened eyes. Her lips parted and breathing hitched, and I held in my groan. As if my aching cock needed her encouragement.
Enjoying the tension sizzling between us, I leaned down and kissed her, and the second I swept my tongue along the seam of her lips, she moaned and shimmied closer.
Arousal rolled over me, and I clamped my arm around her waist, pressing her breasts and hips tight against me. My groan escaped into her mouth. No way in hell would I get any sleep.
About Lynn Burke
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Her current work, the Risso Familly Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.

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15 August 2015
Release Blitz Title: GRIND Author: Joanna Blake Genre: Romance Cover model: Drew Ater : Furious Fotog Cover Design: Margreet Rebel Edit & Design : Release: August 17, 2015 Hosted by: Just One More Page   e1fee-synopsis-01  
EYE CANDY. MANWHORE. HARDBODY. STUD. I'm just a piece of meat to the women I entertain. And I love it. That's until she walks into the club. Suddenly, I want more. I want her.

My name is Chandler but hardly anyone knows it. I go by Candy, and when I dance, I go all the way. Women scream my name and throw their panties at me. I take home any woman I want. Sometimes, I take two.

Carolina is the stuck up neighbor who drove me nuts with her prissy ways and her hot little body. Sure, it was high school the last time I saw her. But our families have been going to the same church for generations. And I always had my eye on her. She was the most beautiful girl in town, sure, but it was more than that. She was also the smartest. She knew it too.

We had one night. One kiss. I fell hard, and she moved away. Even back then, she knew I wasn't good enough for her. Now she's here, in my club for her bachelorette party. Her friends push her up on stage. And I decide the bride-to-be deserves a very, very private dance.

I'm not letting her get away twice. Especially when I find out the bastard she's planning to marry. Little Miss Perfect has no idea what's about to hit her. Or how far I will go to get what's mine.... Her.
GRIND is a stand-alone novel with a guaranteed HEA and no cheating!

Goodreads link:   GRIND Ecover   excerpt   Carolina Murphy was kissing me back. The Prom Queen was letting me have my way with her. Well, more or less. I knew she'd barely even petted before. I could tell by the way she'd responded to me during her lap dance. The way she was responding now. Like a kitten testing its legs. I tested the waters, letting my hands slide up and over her chest. I was rewarded with a sexy mewling sound. I heaved a sigh of relief. She liked it. Caro was the hot little piece I'd always imagined she would be. Fiery. Responsive. Passionate. And I'd spent quite a lot of time over the years imagining just this moment. She might have signed a chastity vow, but frigid, she was not. I groaned again. The damn pledge. I knew I could make her doubt it. But I realized abruptly that I didn't want to make her break it. I did want to make her want to break it however... This night was not going to end with me inside her. But that didn't mean we couldn't have fun. Or that I couldn't make her feel as desperate as I was. I slid my hand up and under her robe. She squeaked and sat up, staring at me. Her hands clutched the hem of her bathrobe as if it was going to fly up and expose her. I stared at her, trying to show her my intentions were good. Well, mostly good.


She shook her head wildly. "I'm not wearing anything. Underneath."

I laughed. I felt like I was going crazy. Maybe I was. "Five minutes Caro. Give me five minutes. Please. I won't do anything that you don't want."

"Chan... you know I can't."

My fingers brushed the inside of her knee. Just a few inches up and I would be touching thigh. A few inches more and... I groaned as my cock lurched in my jeans. "Just let me... play..."

She stared at me, her big eyes full of doubt. She was curious too. About what might happen. I could see it. "You promise not to do anything else?"

I could hear the hope in her voice. The desperation. Neither one of us wanted to stop. "I promise, Caro. Please don't make me stop. Not yet..." I smiled at her disarmingly, guiding her back onto the bed. "Remind me of these rules again... I can touch. Just not inside right?"

She nodded breathlessly. I grinned.

"I can work with that."

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authorbio2 Joanna Blake loves good old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and the women who love them. She's thrilled to be collaborating with Pincushion Press on her new series! Come along for the ride! XoX,

Joanna   BOOKS by Joanna:   BRO': A Bad Boy For Summer: Ride With Me: ​ Slay Me (ROCK GODS): Dare Me (ROCK GODS): Cover Me (ROCK GODS): Wanted By The Devil (DEVIL'S RIDERS): Still Waters (DEVIL'S RIDERS): Safe In His Arms (DEVIL'S RIDERS): The Rock Star Next Door (Joanna Blake Singles):  
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13 August 2015

Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Thank you for having me here today! J

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

I’ve always been fascinated with the Mafia. It’s rumored my maternal grandfather was part of them, but I have no concrete proof of that. Still, I am Sicilian, so it’s possible they are part of my ancestry. THE PRICE OF SECRECY is set over 100 years in the future, but that doesn’t mean organized crime can’t still exist, or in this case have enjoyed a resurgence during the chaos before everyone was forced to move underground in order to survive. So I thought it would be interesting to have both my hero and heroine hiding from the same crime family, but for very different reasons. Neither one can let the other know about their secret, but of course it has to come out at some point.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?

This is a futuristic world in which both organized crime and WITSEC still exist.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?

Not really. I sneak in my writing when and where I can. I’d be writing all the time if I could.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

Plenty of real life experiences make it into my books, at least in part. Sometimes I’m influenced by things I’ve seen on TV or in a movie, or have read in a book. Most of it I simply make up.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

ONE NAUGHTY FANTASY is under contract with Evernight Publishing. This is part of their Romance On The Go Line and features the same three characters as in my book SNOWBOUND – Nina, Cameron, and Alex.

The Weathermen 4 – EXCLUSIVE ACCESS is also under contract.

I’ve submitted The Weathermen 5 – A SLOW-BURNING DANCE, and I’m writing a third book with Nina, Cameron, and Alex that I hope to submit to Evernight within a few days.

The Weathermen 3

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Angela Davidson lands her dream job with Greco Communications, but quickly learns her new boss, the enigmatic Dominic Greco, has a dark secret he works hard to conceal. Angela understands secrets because she’s been hiding one of her own for sixteen years and if it’s discovered, she will end up dead.

Dominic is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. The program now has a mind of its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth.

They call themselves the Weathermen…


Angela moaned loudly into Dominic’s open mouth as his tongue parted her lips. Holy fuck this man can kiss! Her pussy was soaked, and every inch of her skin ached to touch him. She forgot where they were and pushed closer to his warm, hard body, going so far as to rub her abdomen across his erection. Holy shit. This was nothing like she’d imagined it would be, and she didn’t care if he was her brand new boss, or that they’d just had a two and a half hour lunch. She wanted to be horizontal with him in the worst fucking way.

She’d even take semi-upright. She’d bend over this table and lift her skirt if that’s what he wanted. Fuck it all. It had been way, way too long since she’d been kissed and held, and no man had ever moved his lips and tongue over hers like he was doing now. She wanted more. So much more.

When he released her mouth, she stared at him until he finally picked up her purse and handed it to her. Then he took her hand, and she simply walked, letting him lead the way. Her legs felt like jelly. His hand was so warm it made her entire body hot. She could only imagine what the rest of his skin would feel like next to hers.

They said nothing on the walk back, but she felt the lust and heat coming off him in waves. Inside the elevator, they were alone, and this was the same private elevator she’d taken before her interview. He keyed in a code, and then the floor she now worked on. It wouldn’t stop for anyone else. They had it all to themselves.

He turned toward her, and then he cupped her face and stared into her eyes with so much intensity she thought her heart would stop. “This is madness,” he whispered. “But I can’t stop.”
She didn’t have a chance to ask him what his cryptic comment about this being madness meant because he pushed her up against the wall of the car and kissed her like he might never do so again. She reached for his hair, and he caught her wrists, pinning her arms overhead. The gesture was so damn sexy and dominant that she nearly came. He moved closer to her, grinding his bulge against her body until she was so damn wet she knew she’d need to change her panties.

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Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Thanks for inviting me over. I have cookies…gluten free, home made and tasty.

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

They shouted at me. I'm very much a pantster at the beginning and they tell me what to do and explain themselves to me. I have learned to ignore them at my peril. Sometimes, like in Lord Suitor they kindly give me a rough plot. Other times I wing it. Places I visit will sometimes give me an idea and it goes from there

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?

The details about Devon are based on a village I love to visit for holidays. The whippet is based on my friend's whippet who visits and tries to push my lap top away and take its place. Also called Brodie.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?

Nope. I'm lucky that I can write anywhere at any time. I just open my laptop and block out what's going on. I swear one day I'm going to write a book called hotel bathroom floors I have sat on to write. I admit I travel quite a lot and they bathroom scenario is so I can write and not wake hubby up in the early hours.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

I guess it depends on what you mean my real life. I do try to think how I, or people I know would rect in certain situations. I'm writing about 200 years ago  in my Regency ones so it's not real life as we know it. I do research extensively to make sure I get my facts as correct as I can.

In my present day ones there's quite a lot of my real life slips in. For instance there seems to be a lot of gluten intollerant or people who are coealiac in my present dy books, like myslef and another member of my family. Left handedness as well.

And in all my books, I often (okay most of the time) set my books in places I have either lived, live now, or visit a lot.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Where to start? I have another five books in this series, of which two more are written and three to be written. I have a Christmas contemporary short story to be published by Evernight, and have just had another Regency short accepted. My first of a two book series, The Scandalous Proposal of Lord Bennett is due out on September 9th, from Carina, and the second book as yet untitled in the New Year. Oh and I have two more books in my Diomhair series with Totally Bound to finish. Then there's the next in the Their Wives series and one more Dommissimma that's shouting loudly, both for Evernight, that I must write and the next challenge book for Siren. That doesn't include anything else that shouts at me and jumps the queue. And I really am slowing down. 

Thank you for inviting me onto your blog. I consider myself very lucky. I write what I love, Evernight publish it, and people buy it and (hopefully) read it. What more can I ask for?
I couldn't not write and I especially love to write Regency Romance. And oh yes, Evernight lets me. So we have the Cursed Treasure series.
A family whose fortune is cursed
A family whose fortune is almost gone, and have to manage very carefully.
A family whose grown up children decide to ignore the curse and make their fortune grow once more. They don't want to be a burden.
Strangely ( or not) this isn't a paranormal story. Only the treasure is said to be cursed. As the parchment with it says…
The heart of ye child be lifting the curse—dare ye risk it…

Lord Suitor is Tessa's story
A smuggler and an aristocrat. Who should Tessa chose?
Both professed their love for her, both intrigued her. How could she pick one over the other?
When Tessa was accosted by a smuggler her life took a turn for the better. Or so she thought. Until Nathaniel, Lord Fenniston indicated his interest in her. She had to marry to help her family, but her loyalties are torn. 
Either man could be the one, but how can she decide? Torn between them, Tessa must think hard and fast.
Luckily, fate has it’s own way of deciding, and Tessa had no option but to do as it dictates.

A wee tease…

Her one night of bliss, her initiation, as she thought of it, had given her a very definite opinion of what she wanted, expected, from any marriage. However, and there was the rub, how could she say to someone, I’ll only marry you if you satisfy me in the way my smuggler did? You need to make my skin tingle, my insides quiver, and my body react in a way I never thought possible, so I shout and scream my release and beg you for more? Oh and your body, when it gains its own satisfaction inside me, has to react in the same way? It was not something she could introduce into everyday conversation. It wasn't something most men would appreciate hearing. Men were such touchy creatures they wouldn't see it as a compliment on their prowess, just the opposite.
Tessa stirred uneasily in her chair. During those long hours of enforced darkness, her highwayman had taught her some very interesting ways to satisfy herself. After the first few fumbling—and embarrassed at her temerity—attempts, she was happy with how to touch and tease herself until she was panting and sated. However, it wasn't the same. It is not him.
Tonight though, she knew nothing she did would ease the ache deep inside her. The unexpected offer from Lord Fenniston had thrown her somewhat.
Why her? Oh, they were neighbors in Devon, but he had never shown any interest in her. In fact she hadn't noticed him singling her out in any way, exactly the opposite. One occasional country dance did not show a partiality for anyone. They'd never waltzed, he'd never asked for her hand into supper, and never solicited her company at a picnic or to the theater. No, if anything, she would have thought he preferred Lady Elizabeth Cantor or Frederica Stowe. Nor did Tessa think he chose to spend time with those ladies as a smokescreen for his desire to have her as a wife. They were both too much all woman for that, and she was well aware neither would put up with such cavalier behavior.
Nor would I.
Somehow, Tessa accepted, as she stirred the glowing coals back into flames, Nathaniel Fenniston was not the sort of man to dissemble in that way. It wouldn't be kind to either lady, and she didn't think he would ever be deliberately unkind. No, he was an honorable man, but did that mean he was the man for her? Somehow, she needed to find out. On that sobering and complicated thought, she put the fireguard in place and took herself to bed.
Yet again she dreamed of her smuggler. She felt his hands on her as he showed her how to please both him and herself. Heard his voice as he praised her efforts and moaned his appreciation. Recalled and recreated in her dreams how his body stiffened and he shouted out his completion as he spilled onto her skin. Shivered and writhed as his lips met her quim and sucked on the soft flesh there and then drew the hard nub into his mouth. She gasped as her juices gathered, ready to help her fall over the edge of sanity and reason.
Tessa woke with a gasp to see the thin light of dawn creep around her curtains, and to feel the warmth and dampness of her arousal slick her skin. Her body tingled with awareness. Should she?
A quick glance at the timepiece on the mantel told her she had time enough to assuage her needs.
Tessa stretched out to fumble in her nearby sewing basket, to retrieve something she had secreted there.
A few days after her encounter with the smuggler she'd found a package in her bedside cabinet. She had no idea where it had come from, or who had placed it where she would see it so readily. The outside wrapper merely had her name on, and the cryptic message "for your eyes only."
Puzzled she ripped the paper and unwrapped the fine lawn material that covered the contents. It was a smooth, wooden darning mushroom, with a note attached to it.
When she read the words, Tessa didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Inscribed in a very elegant hand it said: Close your eyes and run your fingers over this. Now imagine what it feels like and use it accordingly until we meet again.
Intrigued, Tessa had done as directed and discovered it was the perfect facsimile of a male staff. "Pego" her smuggler had called it as he taught her how to fondle and taste. At first she'd held it and stroked it, until her mind played games on her. A few nights later, her dreams included him, his pego, and his hands showing her how indeed a humble darning mushroom was the perfect substitute for a man. No, not perfect, she amended, adequate.

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09 August 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Thank you for having me back to talk about Opportunity Knocks. This release means so much to me since, not only is it the first novel in my Laissez Faire series, it’s actually my FIRST full novel.

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

My characters are actually based on two people I encountered last summer. I was selling jewellery at a music & art fair and a young man came into my tent who simply sparkled with personality – he was an absolute charmer. His look and his demeanor very quickly became Tommy, my MC#1. The other young man, I only saw from a distance. But his look (and his security guard uniform) didn’t take long evolving into a full-fledged MC#2, Gill.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?

Fun Fact #1: the Laissez Faire is based on a real life event, The Northern Lights Festival Boréal in Northern Ontario.

Fun Fact #2: the Townehouse (where our gorgeous boys officially meet for the first time) is a real bar, where my husband’s band used to play, many moons ago.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?

Beyond complete and total caffeination, not really. I prefer to write in silence, which is supremely ironic if you ask anyone who knows me. And I tend to send a lot of emails (from my phone) to myself with snippets of dialogue of bits of story ideas. I also keep a notebook in my purse because I’m pretty bad at keeping my phone charged.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

I people-watch like nobody’s business. So I’m always taking something from real life and adding it into my stories. Usually, it’s just a personality quirk, or a speech pattern, something small. I think Opportunity Knocks has quite a bit more, though, as the entire series sprang to life while I was actually at a music & art fair and had the chance to watch so many different types of people milling about all weekend long. From there, the people I saw, and the locale itself, easily became part of the narrative.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have a short story, titled Destined, coming out August 22 in Evernight Publishing’s Bad Alpha Manlove anthology. And I’m currently working on Laissez Faire #2, which is as-of-yet untitled. I also have at least one (possibly two) more stories that need to be told in this series. So, hopefully, folks will love these characters as much as I do. J

Opportunity Knocks (Laissez Faire #1) by L.D. Blakeley

Available: August 5, 2015
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-77233-450-0


Small-town security guard, Gill Martin, has lived in Mystique Pointe his entire life. His dating prospects are non-existent and he doesn't particularly like his job, but at least it's better than unemployment. Besides, he hasn't got any better ideas.

Big-city artist, Tommy Hearne, knows exactly what he wants out of life: a successful art career and a successful relationship. He also knows that living in Liberty City is his best chance for pursuing both. Unfortunately, for him, neither of these pursuits seem to be panning out quite to his liking.

When Tommy and his misfit band of friends roll into town for the Laissez Faire, Mystique Pointe's annual music & art festival, worlds definitely collide. A fiery tryst sparks more than just a lust connection, but what happens when the 
weekend is over?


Tommy followed closely behind Gill as they made their way out to the parking lot. He did a quick head count and realized that there were only five of them and that lap-sitting wasn’t going to be on the menu after all. But when Kat took out her keys to trigger the unlock remote and Tommy saw the responding lights on a tiny Fiat 500, he almost cheered. There was barely room for two grown men in the back seat. Good thing he was willing to make the sacrifice and let the others ride in comfort.

“Amy, why don’t you sit up front?” Kat had opened the driver-side door and was about to climb in when she added, “You can pull the seat forward and let the two leggy boys have a bit more room. Sorry, Tommy—looks like you’re gonna have to squeeze in on top.”

Tommy had never been so happy to be the short man out. He waited to see which side of the car Alec chose, and made sure he was at the opposite door. And when Gill climbed in, his T-shirt rucked up slightly, giving Tommy the most delicious glimpse of skin above the most perfect denim-clad bubble butt he’d ever seen. Oh, thank goodness for well-lit parking lots.

“You getting in?” Gill had an expression on his face Tommy was unable to read. Although, if it they’d been working with a bit more than car lot lights, he was sure he’d be able to see another blush staining that handsome face.

Poking his head inside the car, he carefully leaned across Gill’s lap and braced himself on Alec’s leg before climbing in entirely and sitting carefully on top of Gill. There really wasn’t a lot of room in Kat’s car. Despite only being five-foot-eight, Tommy still had to keep his head ducked down to avoid bashing his skull against the roof. He also used it as more excuse to snuggle down closer to Gill. But, hey—not my fault the girl drives a Fiat!

“Sorry it’s such close quarters guys. The car was a graduation gift from my grandparents. I wouldn’t have picked it, but who says no to a free car, right?” Kat caught Tommy’s eye in the rearview mirror and winked. Yeah. Definitely not his girlfriend. Tommy didn’t get the feeling she was upset about his crawling all over Gill. Potential matchmaker, maybe? “Luckily the campground isn’t that far, so you won’t have to suffer long.”

“I don’t mind. Really.” Tommy wriggled slightly and rested his fingers at the back of Gill’s neck. It couldn’t be classed as a grope. He still wasn’t a hundred percent sure if that would even be welcomed. But it was a touch, and a delicate one at that. And it was enough for Tommy to feel the shiver that it elicited from Gill.

“Sorry, Gill. Hope I’m not crushing you.”

“Oh. No. You’re fine.” Gill’s voice was low and slightly hitched. His glasses had started to creep down his nose and Tommy reached up, without thinking, to adjust them.

“Don’t want to lose those.” They were so close that, had it been a colder night, Tommy’s breath would have fogged Gill’s lenses. And, fuck, didn’t that send indecent thoughts straight to his groin. Images of fogging up the car windows with Gill or, to be precise, images of what they might be doing in order to cause said situation, sent a message straight to Tommy’s dick. He fidgeted slightly, not wanting to reach down and adjust the hard-on he’d hoped he could keep at bay.

He was about to fidget again when the sound of Gill clearing his throat distracted him slightly from the problem at hand. And alerted him to another. Of course, describing the feeling of Gill’s answering erection under his ass as a problem couldn’t have been further from wrong. Gloriously, heroically magnificent, perhaps. But not a problem.

Tommy turned slightly to make eye contact with Gill but found the other man uncomfortably looking in the other direction. He twisted slightly, making sure his ass did a slow grind into Gill’s crotch as he did so. Yep. That got his attention.


A pragmatist with a romantic soul & a dirty mind, L.D. is a fan of horror movies, hot sex, and Happily Ever Afters. Easily distracted by shiny things, she’s a slightly neurotic, highly ambitious dreamer who enjoys dabbling in photography & pretending she can carry a tune. 

In another life, L.D. was a newspaper reporter, an entertainment & music writer, travel writer, website content editor, and a marketing shill. Now she prefers to spend her time writing hot, steamy fiction (with a healthy dose of romance) about intriguing, sexy men. Of course, whether these pretty boys end up between the sheets with other gorgeous lads or up against a wall with a spicy and spirited heroine, all depends on which direction her imagination takes her on any given day.

Although she dreams of living some place isolated with an endless supply of wine and an infinite number of titles on her eReader, she currently lives in down-town Toronto with her husband and their rock star cat.
You can find her online pretty much everywhere: Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, Goodreads, her Amazon Author page, her blog, and her official website.

08 August 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

Well, I actually based Jake Griffin on Josh Groban. LOL I have been obsessed with that man forever and decided to put him in one of my stories. As for Emma, well I wanted to do something different in the paranormal world outside of vampires, witches, weres etc. So I went with old-world Gypsy magick and built it from there. Dragos kind of came out of nowhere and was the first shifter I ever wrote about.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?

Well this will be a spoiler. So AVERT THINE EYES if you don't want to be privy to info before you read it. But in the original version of ELUDING ILLUSIONS, I killed off Dragos completely. Only after my CP's gave me several lashings about it did I work him back into the story. So if you liked the Dragos character, thank my CP's, Jennifer and Sonia.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?

Music is my go-to muse. I try to use cultural based music for my diverse characters to help me channel the feel of the setting and people.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

Well this one had a bit because of my love for Josh Groban. So a lot of Jake's nuances and comic relief are a result of Josh's funny personality.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Well I'm deep into the writing cave now, working on a couple different projects. I left my naughty fairy tales open for some follow up books, so I'll be tackling those soon!


Emma Banciu dreams about her novels taking on a life of their own. Thanks to a centuries old Gypsy curse, they tend to do just that. Writing with pen and paper she brings things to life, and hell hath no fury like an antagonist scorned. Now she's on the run from Kyrin, an evil demon warlord who surfaced from one of her first manuscripts. And the only way to get rid of him is to destroy the manuscript.

Enter JG1988, her long-time online friend. He knows nothing of the curse nor the magick Emma possesses. His only wish is to finally meet her in person and take their relationship to the next level. He reveals a surprise of his own when he shows up at Emma's door as international recording artist 
Jake Griffin.

Destroying the manuscript will not only get rid of Kyrin, but also end her relationship with Jake. But keeping secrets from him may end up doing just that. In order to survive they'll resort to love, lies, and a little Gypsy magick.

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Jake lead herintotheadjoiningroomwhereababygrandpianosatinthecorner.
Turningthepianobenchsideways,he satbackand motioned for her to sit in front of him. His arms slid alongside her shoulders as he reachedoutfortheivorybars, and he tightened his legs against her outer thighs. The heat radiating off him surrounded Emma like a blanket of safety. Shesnuggledupagainsthischestashisfingerstickledthekeys.
Succumbingto the enchanting melody, her eyes fell closed.Hischestpressedagainstherback,risingandfallingashesangout the verses hewrotejustforher,simplytitled,Emma'sSong. The wordstookherbreathawayhowhespokesolovinglyofherthroughsong.Eachrefrainmorepassionfilledthantheonebefore,pouringhisheartoutwitheachnote.The emotions wellingupinsideconfusedher,assheletherselfbecomeentrancedbyhisbaritone voice.Fear and happiness pooled in her eyes, releasing in tears that slid over her cheeks.
The keysstoppeddancing,andtheroomheldasilencemarredonlybytheheavingofJake's breath.Reopeninghereyes,Emma turnedherheadtowardhim.Hisfingertipspressedagainstherjawline,guidingherheadas heleanedin.Theirlipsmetwithacautioustenderness.Sheswungherbodyaroundontheseat,raisingherhandstoencompasshisneck.Hepulledhercloser, partingherlipsasheswepthistongueoverhers.Aninnateachepulsedthroughher,takingoverherself-control.Hisverytouchtingledeverynervealongtheway.
She slippedherfingersthroughthebackofhiswavyhair,massaginghisheadinrhythmwiththeir exploratorykisses.Hisbreathinggrewheavier,ashecradledherinhisarms.A startlingmixtureofsharpchordsrangoutthroughtheairasherbacklandedagainstthekeys.
SoftlaughterdancedthroughtheirkissasJake pickedherupbythe hipsoffthebenchandplacedherontopofthebabygrand.Herchestheavedinsuccessionwiththethumpingofherheart.Hestaredatherwithsuchintentshe'dneverseen.Hisintense eyeshypnotizedher,holdinghergaze.
I'vepicturedthisathousandtimes,butnothingcomparestotheactualtasteofyourlips,hewhispered,ashelaidherback,brushingthe chestnut locksofhairfromherface.Lush lipscaressedherneck,kissingthedelicateskindowntheplungingnecklineofherdress.
Wordsmadenosense. Theycirculatedin herhead,jumbledbytheemotionscoursingthroughher.Herbodyachedforhimtotakehercompletelyashishandscaressedthelengthofherbody,exploringeveryinchofher,memorizingeverycurve.
She dreamed about this moment. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. Her head screamed no, she'd only hurt him. But her heart shouted louder as she let her fingers ride up the length of his forearms, pressing against the hard muscle.
“As breathtaking as you look sprawled across my piano, I have a better idea,” he whispered.
Pulling her to him, he slid her off the piano. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he carried her to the sofa, laying her beneath him. Carefully, he slid the silken dress above her hips, exposing her stomach where he decorated her skin with the warmth of his tongue and lips. A shiver climbed her spine releasing itself in a vocal aching of want and need.

Author Bio:

Wren Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But a cowboy swept her off her feet, and carried her away below the Mason-Dixon line where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow and cold. They decided they'd make beautiful babies together and they got it right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses to crave.

02 August 2015
Welcome Cait Jarrod!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly and showcasing "Girl Code"!

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
-They come to me from different avenues, like television personalities, the news, and people I come across. Any colorful character I come across or a good line I hear, I’m taking notes.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
-I have an interesting one. I went to the movies to see American Sniper with my husband at the planning stages of FAITH. Chris Kyle was such an inspiration that I added him as an inspiration to the hero’s brother’s saga. His sacrifice, along with all military men and woman and their families have my respect and gratitude. 

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
-Not really. Let me rephrase, right now, I don’t, but I do love writing early in the morning. Just give me a cup of coffee and the writing flows. 

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
-In some stories, I’ve referenced real-life a lot. Between places I’ve lived near or visited to family member’s occupations, I’ve managed to incorporate some part of my life into every book. My debut book, Kidnapped Hearts, my husband’s law enforcement experience came into play. The setting of the novel takes place near where I grew up. In Entangled Love, the advertising executive heroine derived from one of my daughter’s jobs. The location, Santa Monica California, came to life because of a family vacation.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?
-I’m working on a romantic series that takes place in Montana; the series aptly named Montana Dreams. Here is DIVINE’s, book one of the series, blurb:

A friends to lovers story.
When Matt Carson runs his thirteen-year-old grief-stricken heart to his favorite spot along the river to be alone and think, a fiery red head invades. From a life-saving feat to a first kiss, Trina Lovett turns his life upside down and he likes.

Fast-forward ten years, Matt is in the United States Marines station overseas and Trina is in college to become doctor. Until now, they’ve kept in constant contact. But when the communication cease and her mother insists Trina date a man more worthy, someone with status, loneliness gives into what every fiber in her body screams not to. She allows him to put a ring on her finger.

But Matt returns home…is his love and passion strong enough to survive? Is the power that ignited in Trina the day she met him so resilient she’ll move beyond misfortune and her parents’ smothering to find her way back to him?
All proceeds from sales are going to the Wounded Warriors Project. 

Introduction by Julie Ann Walker. 

Girl Code blurb:  
Four best friends struggle with decisions that affect their lives, their hearts, and their futures. As sisters, they embrace the Girl Code.   
Josephine "Joey" Lockhart escapes her past, herself and her home town of Pearl, Ohio to Florida after high school. Years later, she meets a man that refuses to let her hide behind her camera lens and encourages her out of her shell. Will he be the one to push her to feel for the first time?   
After seven years in drug hell, detoxing Juliette "Juls" Carrington returns to her hometown Pearl to attend her grandmother's burial. Once more rejected by her family, she has a swim in a pond nearby when a mysterious camper, an ex-drunk, coaxes her to come to his hut in the woods. Together they must fight their inner demons for a chance to love...and live.   
Selena Bodine escaped into the United States Air Force to leave behind a painful past and the one man who she refused to let herself love. Years later, an urgent call from her father brings her back to Pearl, Ohio and face to face with the man she still loves. But will the secret that Cullen is investigating her threaten their second chance?   
Laydi Michaels has been running away from her past and bad memories for years. Finding herself wasn’t an easy task, but she’s managed to finally get to a point to where she wants to be. Only to wake up married to her boss….who fired her the night before. Wrapped in a case that puts her life in danger, and dealing with a grave situation back home in Pearl, Laydi figures out she wasn’t close to finding herself, and now, she’s risked everything.  

5 star Goodreads review!  
It's not often you read an anthology and truly love every story in it but I really did. These four authors are amazing women who I'm sure will continue to give us well written, heart warming, action packed, and steamy love stories for years to come. 

Author bios and contacts:  
Cait Jarrod 
 "I write what I love to read - Romantic Suspense/Mystery- I love writing and creating the meet-cue (the point where the hero and heroine meet) to the blossoming of the romance. Add a suspenseful plot or a good mystery to the equation and the perfect book is born to curl up to and lose yourself in, taking you away from reality, troubles." 
As a child, I entertained myself for hours playing pretend, but not with dolls and such. I created stories and pictured them in my mind, sometimes even acted them out, my well preserved secret until now. I spent years after leaving school trying to figure out my niche. Not being a literary enthusiast, I never thought my childhood pastime would lead in this direction. 
In life, one door closes and another opens, so I'm told. This was true for me. I lost my mother, my best friend, to cancer. After a year without her, I picked up her favorite hobby...reading. After one book, a romantic suspense, I was hooked. In the past, I'd fall asleep after a few minutes of reading. Now, books rank up there with a good red wine. It didn't take long for my childhood muse to come back in adult version urging me to put the scenes in my head on paper. 
I hope I have provided you with the escape similar to the ones I conjured in childhood and rediscovered as an adult, and I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I have loved creating them. 
Cait's debut novel, Kidnapped Hearts won awards in the categories of Best Happily Ever After and Best Suspense. Cait lives in Virginia with her husband and three daughters.  
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D.C. Stone 
"I write romantic suspense because I can connect with it, and love the thrill of kicking ass and being sexy while you're at it." 
D.C. Stone is an e-book author and full-time fraud investigator when she isn’t diving into the world of Fiction. After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of Financial Crimes and became a lead investigator for many years. When she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter or her website and say hello! 
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Jessica Jayne 
"My writing interests vary much like my reading interests. Though I mainly write romance type novels with a spicy twist, I have lived what some might call a suspenseful life. As a survivor of stalking and sexual assault, I learned the ins and outs of the legal system pretty quickly. It helped to precipitate my interest in getting my law degree... that and the fact that I grew up around attorneys. So adding suspense to my writing is no big surprise to me or anyone that knows me." 
I am a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. I graduated with a bachelor's degree in English because I could not imagine doing anything else but reading and writing. It is such a pleasure to be able to share all the stories in my head!  
In the journey of life, I got my law degree (and license) and also became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure.  
I love to read and write... obviously! I’m a huge sports fan, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes!  Go Steelers!  Go Rays! Go Lightning! I LOVE to travel... LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to travel. And I love sharing my love to travel with my children. Did I say I love to travel? I love to drink coffee in the morning and tea at night! I love a good glass of wine, especially if it comes from a bottle made by the FOOLS wine club… yep, I’m a founding member of that crazy group!  J  I love hanging out with my family and my friends!  Music makes me happy. I’m a mix between country girl and city chic. But I love nothing more than putting on my jean shorts, tank top, cowboy boots and hat and watching Tim McGraw or Eric Church belt it out!  I’m a sucker for a cowboy hat!  J 
Favorite quote:  “If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies.” 
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Lea Bronsen 
"I love how well-chosen words can make your heart beat a little faster." 
Lea Bronsen likes her reads fast, hot, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and erotic contemporary romance. 
She is signed with Evernight Publishing, Decadent Publishing, and Insatiable Press. 
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28 July 2015
  Cover Reveal Title: LUKE (West Bend Saints, #3) Author: Sabrina Paige Genre: New Adult Release: August 2015 synopsis2   
  Luke Saint F**k being good. I won’t be tamed. There are three things in life I’m damn good at: f**king, jumping out of planes, and chasing forest fires. And definitely not with someone like Autumn Mayburn. She's uptight, smart-mouthed, and hell, she has a kid. Did I mention she’s ten years older than me? There are a million reasons I shouldn't touch her. F**k all of those reasons. The single mom with the smokin’ hot body and the sass to match is going to be mine.  

  Autumn Mayburn There’s nothing on this earth I despise more than a bad boy. Especially an infuriatingly cocky, womanizing, oozes-sex-from-every-pore bad boy. I’m a mom. A businesswoman. I have responsibilities. The last thing I need is to get laid and played by Luke Saint. He thinks that just because he saved my orchard from a fire, he can tell me how to run it. He thinks he knows what I need, what I crave. The problem is, I think he might be right.   LUKEcover       goodreadsx teasers2 LUKEteaser1
LUKEteaser2 LUKEteaser3   LUKEteaser4     excerpt Luke looks down at me, his blue eyes flashing. "You're damn uppity for someone who needs something from me." Someone who needs something from me. My mind flashes immediately to sex and I hate myself for it. "Uppity? I didn't ask you to come in here and cook. Or poke around my orchard." He leans in close to me. Too close. I can smell him, soap and aftershave, clean and masculine. "I wasn't poking around," he says, his voice low. "And if I did, you wouldn't be complaining." Heat rushes through me at the thought of Luke poking around anywhere, and I force the thought out of my head. "I don't need you. For the record." The way he looks at me makes me blush even harder. "We both know that's not true, Red," he says. "I don't," I say, unable to hide the irritation in my voice. "And this little charming flirting act of yours might work on girls your own age, but it doesn’t work on me." Luke grins. "So you admit it's charming, then?" "I said it was an act." "You said charming," he says, pulling coffee from his bag. "Now, can you make coffee, or is your coffee just as crap as your food?" I take the bag from his hand, groaning in frustration. "You don't have many friends, do you?" "I could ask the same thing of you, sweetheart," he says. "Why don't you make the coffee and then get out of my kitchen?" "It's my kitchen," I say as I fill the pot with water. "And you're working for me. Apparently. Which we haven't even discussed. Aren't you concerned it's slightly inappropriate, cooking your employer breakfast?" Luke walks up behind me, his hand on the side of the sink. His breath is warm on the back of my neck, and I swear that as soon as it hits my skin, I stop breathing. My heart thumps loudly in my chest, and the water overflows from the coffee pot, running down the sides of the glass and over my hands, but I don't move. Luke reaches around me with his other hand, shutting off the water. His arm grazes my shoulder and sends a jolt of electricity runs through my body. "This is nowhere near inappropriate, Red," he whispers, his voice barely audible against my ear. "Inappropriate would be if I cooked you breakfast in the morning, after you came on my tongue the night before." I swallow hard, my heart beating so fast I swear it's going to beat right out of my chest. Then he walks back to the counter, nonchalant like he didn't just talk about me coming on his tongue, and busies himself with preparing breakfast. I stand at the sink for a moment, my hand gripping the edge tightly, and when I glance over at him, he looks at me and winks. Damn it, I think. Hiring him is a very bad idea.   authorbio2
Sabrina Paige writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha males who love them. Outlaw bikers, cowboys, and military men make her swoon. She has found her own happily ever after with her active duty military husband and adorable toddler. If you sign up for my mailing list, I promise not to spam you! But I will send you advance notification before I launch my next book, so that you can get it at a discounted price! Use this link to subscribe: You can also find me at Facebook: Goodreads: Amazon: Twitter:   West Bend Series:   eliascover   silascover   jomppromotions
26 July 2015
Welcome back, Michelle! Thanks so much for coming back to Written Butterfly!

Hi there, everyone! I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to introduce my latest release, Slow Burn. This is the second in my Romance on the Go series, Diamond and Diamond Private Investigators. In this sexy installment you'll get to know Rick Diamond. He's the driving force behind Diamond and Diamond.

Rick is painstakingly dedicated to his job. When the CEO of Cynertex contacts him about a case of corporate espionage, he goes undercover in a science lab to find out who's selling company secrets. All hell breaks loose when he realizes that he's falling for his main suspect!

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

It happens in strange ways. Sometimes I'll be sitting in the car and things will just come to me. Other times, a conversation with hubs will shake something loose in my brain. Suddenly I'm typing away furiously in my cell phone. Hubs and I were caught in traffic behind a bus. In our area there are these ads for Diamond and Diamond.. but they're attorneys. We were just rambling and I said, “That sounds more like a couple of slick private eyes, ya know?” From there we started riffing. Thus, Rick Diamond was born. :)

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

I try to keep my books as close to real life as I can. There are paranormal elements obviously, but I wanted the characters to feel genuine and true to life. As for what bleeds over into my personal life, some of the characters are loosely based on people I know. In other words, don't make me mad or you may die in my books ;)

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Right now I've got three open series that I'm working on. The Transfigured Ones, focuses on a world where vampires live out in the open with humans. The Darkness Calls is the first in the series. The follow up, Bite Me is my current work in progress. I hope to have that wrapped up by the end of the month. There will be six in total.

This series, Diamond and Diamond Private Investigators is a contemporary romantic mystery series about a team of detectives that are cold as ice undercover and sizzling hot between the sheets. The first two installments are out, and I've got a total of six planned so expect four more of these puppies!

The Forsaken Few is about a group of shapeshifters that live outside the bounds of normal shifter society. For whatever reason, they've either been ousted or left their families in search of something different. The first in this series will be out in August or early September. I've got quite a few of these mapped out.

While working undercover in the Cynertex development department, Private Investigator Rick Diamond finds himself taking a very personal interest in one of the lab technicians, Tessa. He's completely shocked, though, when he discovers that he's falling for his prime suspect.

Tessa Fitzsimmons finds herself immediately drawn to Rick Dante, the new intern at work. She's captivated by his charm and his nearly heart stopping grin. All it takes is one incredibly passionate night together and already she's beginning to see a future for them.

Rick knows he's taking a huge risk by dating a suspect but he can't seem to help himself. If she's guilty, it will absolutely tear him apart. And, if she's innocent?  She might not be able to forgive him when she finds out who he really is.


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Tessa laughed as she pulled him toward the Twirling Teacups.
Rick groaned and asked, “You know they're gonna take away my man card, right? I just have to give it to the guy taking the tickets.”
C'mon,” she said, nudging him. “We can't come to Centreville and not ride the teacups!”
She tried not to laugh as he made a big production out of it. He counted the tickets, then looked at the ride. Then he looked back at her and asked, “I can drive, right?”
Deadpan, she said, “I thought I would drive.”
He raised his eyebrow but said nothing. The slight smirk on his face spoke volumes though. It clearly said, “There is no way I'm letting a chick drive me around in a teacup.”
Fine. You can drive.”
Rick grinned and handed the tickets to the ticket collector, who clearly overheard her complaint if the smirk on his face was any indication. He just pointed and said, “You folks can have the pink one on the right.”
Tessa laughed and said, “Oh good. My favorite color.”
Rick said nothing, though his look promised retribution. He merely slid into the tea cup and patted the bench next to him.
When she was seated next to him, her thigh brushed against his.
His tone conversational, he said, “So, this is the most emasculating first date I've ever had. This is a record.”
 “So, I guess that means no carousel?” Tessa teased, as the music started up and the ride began to slowly move.
In answer, he grinned and then spun the wheel so she swayed into his chest. She started to right herself, but Rick put a halt to that when he wrapped an arm around her. Most of her upper body was now pressed against his chest.
The look on Rick's face was a mixture of both amusement and desire.  As they continued to spin, neither of them manning the wheel, his smile faded. With a look of concentration, he slowly closed the distance between their mouths.
Tessa stretched up, pressing her lips against his. At the first brush of her lips against his, she felt a jolt of awareness run through her. When his hand came up to cradle her cheek, she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, twining with hers.
She couldn't stop the soft moan that rose from the back of her throat as his hands cruised lazily along her hips and back. Even through the layers of her sundress and the thin cotton sweater she wore, she could feel the heat of his hands on her body.
His hands moved to tangle in her hair as he gentled the kiss. But instead of backing away as she expected, Rick began to nibble at her jaw and then trace a path down the side of her throat with his tongue.
Tessa could do nothing but tilt her neck and enjoy the sensations as he swirled and nipped at her. Her arousal grew with every hot, open mouthed kiss he placed against her sensitive neck. It was clear he knew exactly what he was doing.

About Me:

Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels.

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24 July 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Q)How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

The concept for the main character, Ryan Wills, actually was inspired by a philosophy class I took.  John Locke’s, the civil savage.  From there a friend and I were going to enter a writing contest asking what the 11th commandment is.  THOU SHALT NOT HAVE SEX WITH ANDROIDS is what I came up with.  I am a huge fan of Star Trek, Star Wars and science fiction in general.  From these humble beginnings I wrote A Test of Wills.

Q)Is this part of a series?  If so, tell us about it!

A Test of Wills is the first in a series.  The next book will be more about some of the inner workings of the Meridian Project brought up in the first book.  Without giving too much away Ryan’s past comes back to haunt her, again.

Q)How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

Real life absolutely influences my writing.  For example, Ryan from A Test of Wills is basically me without a filter.  A few of the snarky things she has said have come out of my mouth.  Some of the more cutting remarks were not said by me but I did think them. 

Q)What are your upcoming projects?

I am currently working on an erotic romance trilogy.  I hope to finish the first book by the first of August.  If all goes well.

I am also working on the second book in the Wills series and I am tinkering with a novella.  

When a witty computer genius purchases a sexy android, she gets the surprise of her life.
Thou shalt not have sex with androids. Yeah, right. Taylor, my sexy android, makes my body tingle and fills my head with illegal thoughts. To hell with the law; I might just have my wicked way with him.

But before I can pursue that train of thought, I'm distracted by the fact that something called Meridian Project just hacked my computer. What the hell?

Encountering a parade of hopeful but clueless ex-boyfriends and a shadowy corporation that is up to no good tests my patience and my self-restraint. I'm determined to get the answers I'm looking for…if I don't kill someone first.

To discover the company's secrets, I will have to reveal my own if I ever want to learn the truth.

Content Warning: contains sex, violence, and liberal use of curse words

"Why are you so quiet, Taylor?" I ask.

"I was thinking. Mike is interesting."

"Yes, he is."

"Do you love him?"

I pull onto the highway before answering. How do you explain love to an android? I would kill for Mike because I care for him, but he's my friend and that love is different than other types of love. I decide to keep it simple. "Yes, I do, but not romantically. We're just very good friends."

Taylor nods and turns to look out the window.

"I do have to apologize for him."


"Because he asked you if you were anatomically correct and fully functional. That's private." I would still love to know the answer, but that would set me up for some sleepless nights.

"That's okay…and I am."

I whip around to stare at Taylor, and he's looking out the window. "You're what?"

He looks at me with those liquid brown eyes. "I am anatomically correct and fully functional."

Time stops for me when I hear those words. I completely forget that I'm driving and lean closer to him. A car horn blares, and I jerk my attention back to the road. Why the hell did I have to bring that up again? I'm already having problems trying to get Taylor off my mind. Now I have to deal with a fully functioning Taylor. Once again, this is a mistake. It is against the law to have sex with an android.

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Deanne Parker, a voracious reader, is an avid science fiction and romance fan. She decided to meld her two loves and wrote her first novel. By day she is a culinary goddess, and at night she dreams up new ideas to write about. She lives in Colorado with her husband and dog. To contact Deanne, send all correspondence to:
22 July 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

With this book, the dynamics were clear once the female character—Mara—came to my mind and started talking. I knew exactly how these characters worked, what their motivations were. Normally, the world grows as I write it, and I learn new things as I dig deeper into the world, but with this shifter world was crystal clear.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?

Not really. The characters/ideas normally come to me and I start writing immediately because I don’t want to lose the voice or idea!

Q) Is this part of a series?  If so, tell us about it!

Yes! This is the first book in the Green Mountain Shifters trilogy. I’m currently finishing up the second book and hope to have it to the publisher by the middle of August.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Right now, this is the only book I have scheduled out this year. But I’m hoping book two will be out before the end of the year.

Shifter politics can be a real bitch. 

Mara Kane is a twenty-six year old woman who happens to have bear blood. She can’t shift…yet. But that doesn’t stop Lee Underhill, an exiled bruin, from taking his revenge out on her. After all, it was her father who played the largest role in him being exiled from the Clan and Northeast pack. Lee’s demands are clear—if she isn’t married and mated to a bruin in her clan in three days, she has to marry the bastard’s son. 

The hell with that. 

Ramsey McGregor is the son of her Clan’s alpha, and one day he’ll take his father’s place. When he finds out what Lee is forcing on Mara, he, as well as her father and his, decide to do the only thing they can to keep her with them—marry her to him. No territorial council would ever dispute the union. But can he soothe Mara’s nerves enough to bring on a true mating? Or will the Clan have to fight Lee and his people to keep her with them?


Once the two men were out of the room and the door was closed, Angus stepped in front of her, clasping her upper arms gently in his large hands. She had to crane her neck to look up at him, as he was six-foot-seven and she was only five-foot-six. Short for a bear shifter, but her human blood didn’t allow for the usual tallness.

“Not marrying him could mean a war, but we do have options.”

“What would those be, Angus?” she inquired, trying to swallow her anger. He knew it wasn’t directed at him, so she wasn’t worried about the bite in her tone. “I’m a twenty-six-year-old woman—this loophole in the treaty should’ve been taken care of decades ago.”

Regret pinched around his eyes. “I know, and we are working on it—all territories, but it’s a slow process. The alpha women of the Pack Councils have been pushing its importance for years. We just haven’t gotten to it yet.”

Much of the old treaty, which included the wolf and cat shifters, had been changed and updated for the times. But these things took time, especially when the treaties involved six territories, each with their own Pack Council.

Though, cat shifters were in prides, wolves in packs, and bears in clans, Pack Council was just easier to use. The US government preferred it as well—simpler when dealing with the ruling parties.

 “We could fight them, but that would endanger us from the Northwest clans. Or, and this is only if you agree, we marry you to one of our bruins. But, if for any reason you can’t go through with the mating, we’ll have to hold a territorial council meeting and try to force the change in law.”

But that could still lead to the war Lee Underhill knew they didn’t want. There was no choice here—it was marriage to someone she knew, or risk war, because she was not marrying Cole Underhill. Under anycircumstances.

She sighed, most of the anger leaving her on the exhale. Acceptance took its place. “Do I get to choose the bruin?”

Angus’s hands left her, and the kindness in his gaze told her the answer was no.

“It’s best that I choose. As the alpha of the clan, the Northwest Pack Council won’t argue with my choice, nor the choice of your father—my second-in-command and top enforcer.”

Her gaze flicked to her father, who gave a nod. His body language told her to listen to Angus.

“Who did you two choose for me to marry?”

“My son, your future alpha.”

That froze her in place. Ramsey McGregor was a good man, and a great bruin, but he was twenty years her senior and was known to not be interested in marrying. Not that she could blame him. Shifters lived a long time, around two hundred and fifty to three hundred years. He was only forty-six—young, but not unheard of to have a mate.

“But I’m… I’m not a full bear. I may never shift.” She hoped she would one day.

“True, but with what I smelled when you were looking at Cole, I would say it’s more than likely you will. Your bear is strong, Mara, and you are your father’s daughter.” He smiled briefly. “And you are fast becoming one of the top liaisons within the Northeast Pack.”

A liaison to the government, keeping them up to date on the changes in the pack as well as fielding the concerns the government had with the pack. She had a good relationship with the state government—Vermont accepted the shifters with more ease, since they’d been there before it was a state, and had helped form what it presently was. She was also on good terms with her Federal government contacts. She’d never thought that would be her place, but she found she liked navigating those waters.

“Have you talked to him about this?”

“Yes. He’s downstairs with Rayna.”

Angus’s wife, and one hell of a force in terms of being a bear. She’d seen the woman take down shifters twice her size in a matter of minutes.

Rayna had taught her how to stand her ground and fight when needed. She and the two men in the room with her.

“What does he say about this?”

Her father moved to stand beside Angus. “He’s not happy with the Underhills. He was around when we exiled Lee thirty years ago, and saw the upheaval that caused.”

She’d heard about it. Eleven bruins and three women chose to go with Lee, siding with him. They could have stayed, but the trust in them was in tatters and they felt it easier to start over.

She met her father’s blue gaze. “So, he’s okay with marrying me?”

He placed a hand on her cheek. “He feels it’s his place, as an alpha-to-be. But mostly because he agrees that it’s best you marry a bruin who has pull within the Council. A lesser bruin won’t survive a challenge from Lee or Emery, and no one will challenge the marriage of you and the son of an alpha.”

Made sense. She still didn’t like—still hated it—but the choices were limited. It was give Ramsey a chance or risk war. Not much of a choice, really. And she did trust him, wholly. That trust had been won when she was six years old and she’d first seen him shift—he was massive to her then, still was. She remembered fondly how he’d lowered his head to her and she nervously placed her palm against his soft-but-slightly-rough fur. That moment, between bruin and human, had shown her that she was protected by more than just her father in the big, wide world.

That she would always be protected by Ramsey—both the man and the bear.

Looking back to Angus, she asked, “It’s almost midnight now—when do we get married?”


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