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26 August 2014

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

Hi Beth, thank you so much for hosting me today! I’m so happy to visit Written Butterfly again to share a little but about my new release.

Q) This story is part of the Naughty Fairy Tales collection.  How did you come up the dynamics of your characters?

A lot of it was already in place before I even began the story – since I was loosely following the plot of the actual myth, the dynamics sort of wrote themselves when I imagined what Andromeda and Perseus’s relationship would have been like based on the events they went through.

As part of the myth, Andromeda is sacrificed to a sea monster. Now what would a sea monster want with a gorgeous, curvaceous princess? Since this is erotic romance and it’s part of the Naughty Fairytales series, all I can say is that there are plenty of naughty and funky goings on in this story!

Q) I love Greek mythology.  What drew you to this particular legend?

Me too! My mom used to read Greek myths to me from the time I was a baby. I still remember her reading about Perseus and all his trials and triumphs. I also love the fact that he rescues Andromeda. Her own people were willing to sacrifice her to a monster, and he was the only one willing to risk his own life to save hers, even though they were total strangers. How heroic! He’s her knight on a white horse… well, on golden-winged sandals, in this case… and being the son of Zeus and having that god-like body, how could you not fall in love with him :)

I’ve always wondered what those ancient times must have been like in reality – the truth behind the myth. On the other hand, I was just as fascinated by the fantasy part of it – a world where gods really do walk the earth. In my story, I’ve created a world that’s as authentic as possible, but still holds onto all the fantasy. So it’s a bit of historical fiction mixed with fantasy, and with a whole lot romance. I mean, the myths do leave all the “fun” details out, so I made sure to put them all back in, just as they were meant to be.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have a steampunk paranormal fantasy scheduled for release with Loose Id for next month. It’s a full-length novel, and I’m really excited about it – there are steamships and airships, and a feisty heroine with a suitably sexy and brooding hero. Fun and fast paced, with a lot of sexy times thrown in!


~ Editor’s Pick ~

Andromeda’s world comes crashing down when the Gods proclaim that she is to be chained to a rock and offered as a sacrifice to the sea monster that has been ravaging her lands. Terrified, she has no choice but to obey, though the tentacled creature is her worst nightmare come to life, and he has ominous plans for her. Perseus witnesses her plight and comes to her rescue, but liberating Andromeda requires more than just skill with his sword. Will his love be enough to save her not only from the monster, but from her dark past that conspires to never let her go?

When I was a little girl, a snake bit me on the ankle. My mother told the story of how I barely survived, how I had gone in and out of consciousness, flushed with fever, eyes glazed. When I dreamed, I called out about falling into a pit of vipers.

And now before me, my nightmare came to life. Tentacles surged out of the water, but they far more resembled teeming snakes. Unlike octopus arms, they had no suction cups, and ended in blunt tips. Glistening and sinuous, they blindly explored the harsh rock, covering its entire surface, exploring each crevice, and inevitably coming closer and closer to me.

I dug my heels into the rock behind me and curled my toes in. I turned my head and would have shut my eyes, but I couldn’t force myself to stop staring at the monstrosity. Tugging at the shackles did no good and only made the panic surge to a higher pitch until I felt like a wild animal about to become prey.

Only a foot from my toes now, the snake appendages roamed over the rock, some thick and large, like a man’s thigh, and some thin like my little finger. One, about the thickness of my arm, separated itself from the others and moved higher up the rock, coming toward me. I gasped and pulled away from it as far as the chains would allow.

It slithered audibly over the rocky surface and nudged at my toes. I did shut my eyes then, and turned my head into my arm.

It slipped over my foot and wrapped itself about my ankle. I raised my leg and tried to shake it off, but it only coiled tighter about me, digging into my flesh as though to warn me. It wrapped more and more around my lower leg and then began to slowly travel upward, twisting over and over, over my knee and then over my thigh.

I clamped my legs together to halt its progress, but it was far stronger. It wormed its way between my limbs and under my skirt. Slowly it came ever closer to the apex of my thighs, and when it finally reached it, and brushed against my sex, I jumped. The strong muscle rubbed against my clit as it continued to flow upward, along my torso, slowly winding its way. The friction of it rubbing at me terrified and excited me at once. My eyes still closed, I only felt it when other snake limbs joined this one. Another one twined around my other leg, and still others wrapped themselves about my arms.

“My bride,” a rough voice whispered, loud as a thunderclap and yet so quiet I was sure I only heard it in my mind. It carried the same implacable weight of power as the words of the Oracle.

My eyes flew open, and I came face to face with Cetus.

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About Ela Stein:
Reading was my entertainment and salvation as a child, and it transferred into a passion for writing. I am still very much a reader, and love many different genres, from erotic romance, to fantasy (dark, dark fantasy!), to historical fiction, and that love is reflected in my own writing as well (I don't do contemporary very often). If you'd like to learn more about me, or chat about books and life, you can find me all over the web:

24 August 2014

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

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

I always love it when strangers come into small towns – it just makes for so many possibilities. When I came up with the idea for The Beast of Birch Hill, it was almost necessary to play that dynamic, and have Emma be a newcomer with no clue about the people she was about to meet. And to have Abi be both her guide in this new environment, and part of it's mystery, just felt perfect.

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

I've recently become addicted to making mood boards on Pinterest. I like to have a soundtrack as well, a few songs that make me think of my characters or the overall theme of the story. For The Beast of Birch Hill, I spent a lot of time watching documentaries and listening to podcasts on cryptozoology and monster-hunting!

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have so many...My main focus at the moment is an urban fantasy novel which revisits the idea of a stranger coming to a small town with secrets, but it's going to be very different to this story. After that, I have about half a dozen short stories and novellas in various stages of completion. I'm leaning towards finishing the one about selkies...but who knows where I'll end up!

Wildlife photographer and cryptozoology blogger Emma Jordan came to Birch Hill expecting to find another urban legend. The rumours of a big cat stalking the woods around this quiet town surely had to be just that - rumours. But when the evidence starts to pile up that Birch Hill really does have a killer cat on the loose, Emma finds herself caught in a confusing game of cat and mouse. And her blossoming relationship with Abi Blakely might just be pushing her further into danger.


A couple of hours later, showered, changed, and feeling human again, Emma headed back to Abigail's Bakes. She told herself she was just looking to grab a quick lunch and sit somewhere pleasant while she updated her blog. Privately she had to admit it would be nice to just look at Abi while she worked.
            The place was much busier than it had been that morning; it was full of kids and families jostling for table space. Abi and a younger girl worked the counter with cheer and ease, and cafe was filled with chatter and laughter. Emma joined the queue, trying to catch Abi's eye. When Abi saw her, she waved and favored Emma with that infectious smile.
            “How was your hike? Did you catch the Beast yet?” she asked Emma as she served her.
            “Not yet. Maybe later.” Emma picked out a bacon and cheese strudel and a spiced apple muffin. “Do you have wifi in here? I need to get online.”
            Abi passed her a slip of paper with a password on it along with her food. “Help yourself. Catch you later.”
            Emma smiled, hoping the words weren't just a mere formality. She found a table tucked away in the corner and flipped open her netbook. Her main source of income was her photography, supplying stock images for websites and brochures, entering as many competitions as she could, and doing the occasional teaching course if she wasn't traveling. It was steady money, and a hefty inheritance from a grandparent she'd never met allowed her to live in comfort and indulge her other passion – the alien big cat stories. Her blog, After Dark All Cats Are Leopards, was one of the better-regarded in both the cryptid and sceptic communities and she had a steady following. When she'd announced last week that she was heading for Birch Hill, her views had skyrocketed, and even though she didn't have much news to add yet, it was probably a good idea to update now.
            She plugged her digital camera into the netbook and uploaded the photos she'd taken, eating as she worked. The strudel and the muffin were both perfectly delicious, and she allowed herself a brief fantasy of kidnapping Abi and making her bake for her full-time.
            She didn't notice Abi had joined her until the other woman pushed a cup of coffee to her. “Looks like thirsty work,” Abi remarked.
            Emma jumped, then grinned. “Bloggers are powered entirely by caffeine. Thanks.”
            “So I looked you up after you left,” Abi said. “Why big cats?” She leaned her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands. Her dark curls framed her face perfectly, her expression attentive and interested. Emma squirmed a little under her keen gaze.
            “When I was a kid I wanted to find Bigfoot,” Emma confessed. “My dad used to take me out hiking in the Rocky Mountains and tell me stories about Bigfoot and skinwalkers, all kinds of stuff. I just loved it. Then I grew up and decided there wasn't much chance of Bigfoot really being out there. But big cats? Definitely.”
            “You're so sure? Even though nobody's found a breeding population of wild tigers anywhere?” Abi asked with a grin.
            America's a big country. There's plenty of space for wide-roaming animals to hide. And big cats are generally elusive in their natural territories anyway. Yeah, I'm sure. People brought lions and tigers over here with circuses in the nineteenth century and there are thousands of people keeping them illegally today. There are orphanages for abandoned exotic animals up and down the country. It's not completely ridiculous that some escape or are released into the wild. And cats are so adaptable. Even if we're not talking big breeding populations, I think it's more likely that there are non-native big cats out there than not.”
            “You love this stuff, don't you?” Abi said, looking thoughtful.
            Emma flushed. “Was I rambling?”
            “No, it's interesting! I wish I could come out big cat hunting with you, but Jed probably wouldn't let me.” She stuck her tongue out as if she'd eaten something distasteful.
            “Well, he's not coming either,” Emma said. “I take it he's more than just prickly with you?”
            Abi shuffled Emma's empty plates around, looking embarrassed. “Oh, we just...clash. He's pretty conservative and I'm not. He thinks I lower the tone of the neighborhood.”
            “Not a fan of baked goods?” Emma joked.
            “Baked goods or lesbians,” Abi said with a shrug.
            Emma's heart gave a little twist, but she kept her tone calm and amused as she replied. “Oh dear. I'd better not answer any personal questions he asks me then.”
            Abi gave her a thoughtful look again that turned into a shy smile. “So what are you doing for the rest of the day? I'm off this afternoon.”
            “I'm going back into the woods this evening but I'm free til then. Maybe...” Emma searched for something that didn't sound too forward but still made it plain she liked Abi. “Maybe we could hang out?” Ugh. Lame.
            Abi didn't seem to notice. She flashed a dazzling smile. “How about a guided tour of Birch Hill? There's not much to see, but with the right company it has a certain charm.”
            “It's a date.”
            Abi stood, grabbing Emma's plates. “Give me an hour and we're on.”
            Emma watched her sashay away with a flutter of excitement. If the Beast of Birch Hill didn't show up, Abi might prove just as exciting.

About the Author
Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.

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22 August 2014

Hello London!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  Okay…love the title “Confessions of a Chocoholic”!

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

I had two words. Love and chocoholic. From there, I formed Confessions of a Chocoholic, which is about a single mother who hasn’t had the best of luck in the man department, but finds someone unexpected in her life who gave her a box of expensive chocolates in an interesting way. I suppose after having the title and the heroine, the hero and everything else just sort of followed, and then I let the characters tell me where they want to go with their story. *Smiles*

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

Oh sure. Music is a huge habit or perhaps ritual for me. I always have my iPod loaded up and listen when I write. I also write from my laptop. Never my desk top. I hate sitting all prim and proper at a desk to write. I have to be comfortable. And I usually have my glass of ice and good old Coca Cola at my fingertips too— ah, sugar, caffeine and carbonation!
Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Currently I’m in the editing stage of Spanked by the Bad Boy, which will be releasing from Decadent Publishing soon, and is the first book in a standalone series of books called Bad Boy Fever. As the title suggest, there will be a little bit of spanking fun in this contemporary erotic romance.  *Winks* From there, it’s up in the air as to which WIP I’ll be finishing next, but I’m leaning toward a paranormal piece with a sexy wolf shifter and a human woman who brings trouble to his door. The working title for it is called, The Quarter. Or perhaps a BDSM piece called Exposure. Who knows what will tickle my muses fancy to complete first. 

Thanks so much for having me over to visit today and talk about my new release. When I sat down with my trusty laptop to write a story about love and chocolate here’s what I had to draw inspiration from: My love of writing romance. My own little addiction to almost everything chocolate. A picture of a sexy woman with melted chocolate dribbles on her lips, chin, hands and chest. And a cute quote from Dave Barry about…. You guessed it—chocolate. I connected all the dots and came up with Confessions of a Chocoholic, which is a contemporary erotic romance and part of the Romance on the Go line through Evernight Publishing.

I had a great time writing Lexi and Colton’s story, and hope the readers enjoy it, too.


Like countless single mothers, Lexi Collins wears many hats. Loving daughter. Big sister. Sole breadwinner. Freelance photographer. Graphic designer. Best friend. But while those roles are fulfilling, the one thing that eludes her is finding the right partner in life.

When Colton Westmore, the sexy owner of the popular dating site, sweeps Lexi off her feet, her chances of finally grabbing that golden ring increases exponentially, but a bleached blonde bombshell threatens to put an end to Lexi’s new found happiness.

Are her assumptions about Colton wrong? And if so, there’s only one woman who can ruin the magic between them, and that woman is Lexi herself


Colton took the few steps it required to cross the space, put his drink on the table behind me, and took the camera from around my neck. He placed it on the plush banquette tucked around the table. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said.
“You’ve been thinking about removing my camera?”
“No.” He dipped his head, and brushed his lips across mine in a whisper-soft touch. A burn started and seemed to smolder between my legs. “I’ve been thinking about tasting your lips.”
Unable to stop myself, I dropped my unopened can. It made a dull thud when it hit the floor beside me. I stood up on my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his strong neck, and pressed my lips to his.
His large hand rested between my shoulder blades and the other on my lower back. I actually hated the shirt I had on. Even though it was lightweight, the barrier of the material kept me from feeling his flesh on mine. My thoughts quickly changed back to his tongue as it traced along the curve of my upper lip. He nibbled at me. His hand slipped up to the back of my moist neck. He twined his fingers into my curls and tugged gently at the base of my hair, pulling my head back. He kissed my jaw. My exposed throat. Nuzzled his nose in the hollow there.
“You taste salty sweet,” he said in a voice that tantalized.
Feeling lightheaded, I moaned when he did a combination of open mouth caresses and teeth-nibbles on my skin. But, when he swept his lips up to my ear and drew the fleshy lobe into his mouth, I wanted to crumple.
“That feels so good,” I said. I shuddered in his arms.
“You’re beautiful, Lex.” 
His warm breath gusting across my hot flesh and his words were enough to make chills ripple down my spine. 
I slid my hands along the back of his shirt, feeling the muscles I had to see. I tugged at the bottom, lifting. “Take this off,” I said in a breathless pant, throwing any pretense of caution to the wind.
Colton brought his head up from my neck. Without hesitation, he ripped the T-shirt from over his head and dropped it. Tanned skin, immense biceps, large pectorals with small, pebbled, copper-colored nipples, and a slab of abdominal muscles greeted me.
I reached for him and fingered the ripples on his stomach before I kissed his flesh, peppering his chest with hot kisses. When I flicked his nipple with my tongue, the muscles beneath my hand and mouth jumped. I lightly bit. He groaned and moved the hair from my face. I glanced up at him from beneath my lashes. He was looking at me with an intensity that shook me for a moment, but I didn’t have time to dwell upon the emotion because he picked me up and sat my backside down on the table. My legs dangled over the edge. My flip-flops took a nosedive.
“Are you sure you want this?” Colton asked.
“What if I said I never wanted anything more?”
He unbuttoned my shirt and folded back the cotton fabric. “What if I said, I know.” It wasn’t a question.

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18 August 2014
This is my cover for my very short story/prequel for an upcoming romance story in the Sex, Love & Aliens anthology, due in October. 

When Niah awakens in a morgue, covered in plastic, he can’t remember anything. As he tries to escape, he's captured and told that he's no longer the same. He's not just Niah anymore.

In fact, he’s the first to survive an experiment that infused him with alien DNA.

How is irrelevant. Why is unthinkable. And he's not alone. When another man is transformed, Niah decides they will act like they conform. They will learn everything they can about the aliens...and then take their planet back.

Isn't it great?

By boyfriend did this cover in Photoshop. 

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I took this picture of my son's eye.  I told him to be afraid, and this was the look he gave me.  (The scratch came from the damn dog)  The story is about Niah, who wakes up in a body bag, only to find out he "died" during an experimental procedure that grafted alien DNA onto his.  When he reanimated, he goes through a change, and becomes a hybrid. 

Niah is the first, but he won't be the last.

When Beachwalk Press had a submission call for their Sex, Love & Aliens anthology I immediately dreamed up Bree's story.  I'd already written Niah into the beginning of another story but hadn't worked out the details so it sat for a long time in my "Story Ideas" folder.  After I wrote "Gravitation", I thought about Niah's short story and decided to release as a free read in order to tell about what happened to him.

I had so much fun writing Niah, and how he falls in love with Bree, and their mission to save Earth.  I hope one day to return to the aliens of the TEV because they're interesting. 

Sex, Love & Aliens releases in October 2014!

The world belongs to the Invaders.

Bree has lived her whole life hidden in the wilderness, away from other humans and the aliens that destroyed what was once Earth.  On her way to the mountains that her father had always talked about, she stumbles across a wounded alien.  Common sense tells her to kill him before he can kill her, but her compassionate side can’t obey.

Instead, she helps him.

The two forage a temporary truce when necessity bands them together for protection.  But as the days slip by, the alien Niah won’t leave her, and as friendship gives way to something more, she can’t help but wonder when, or if, them being on opposite sides will break the fragile bonds of love forming between them.

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13 August 2014

Hello Lilith!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  I read your blog about how “We Wander Far From Home” and I must say, it was quite a journey, eh?  Thank you for sharing!  (if anyone would like to read about this journey, here is Lilith’s link:

Q) What tenacity dug into you to make you not give up on this story?

I think what made me determined to finish this story was the fact that I could keep coming back to it.

I understand that writing is more work than inspiration, but I’m a big fan of the path of least resistance as a writer. If I’m working on a project, and suddenly get excited about a new one, I’ll set the first project aside and write the new one until the spark gets fanned out, then go back to actually slogging on the first project. So at any given time, I have a primary project, and then 3 to 10 Works in Progress. Works in Progress get divided into two folders “Current Projects” and “Drafts”

“Current Projects” are things I’m actively working on. Usually the story that I intend to have done within two months, and the two stories I’m planning to work on after it.

But the “Drafts” folder is a dangerous place. Sometimes 20 pages that were rushed out in a fit of inspiration languish in the “Drafts” folder for months without ever being opened again. Sometimes they get pulled up and Frankenstieined together with other drafts until something totally different gets moved back to the “Current Projects” folder. Stories from the “Current Projects” folder have been banished to the “Drafts” folder when the inspiration for them dried up. And every once in a blue moon, I’ll open up a document in the “Drafts” folder, admit that I have no ideas for, or interest in it anymore, and it’ll get dumped into the trash bin.

“We Wander Far From Home”, or as it used to be called “The Western”, had it’s own folder and even though it never demanded a place in the “Current Projects” folder and I published 10 other books between starting and finishing it, it was always a story I could pull up and add something to. I never opened it up without writing at least a couple of paragraphs. It’s the only thing I’ve ever written that never got saved for the night without the word count having gone up.

I guess it’s just been the one thing that was always “in progress”, it just took way longer than average.

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

No. I only have bad habits that I’m trying to break. I need to stop being constantly distracted by Tumblr, I need to admit that I cannot work with the TV on, and I need to be better about being really into the story before I have a glass of wine while I write. I also need to take more nights off.

At the moment I spend pretty much every night watching Netflix and checking tumblr with a glass of wine on the table and a story open, slowly dropping words into it. I would be much more effective if I just poured some tea, listened to music and had a dedicated writing time a few days a week.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I am hard at work on “A Long Hard Summer” and “Counting Kisses” right now.

 “A Long Hard Summer” is a cute comedy about two counselors at an all boy’s summer bible camp who spend the book, and the summer, desperately seeking a private place to have sex, but keep being thwarted by work schedules, administrative supervision, and the fact that the only even semi-private places on the camp grounds are where the cooks smoke pot.

I’m trying some style experiments for “Counting Kisses”. It might end up being a little weird. The essential plot is that two men, who have been best friends since child hood, hit extreme financial crises at the same time. They are so life-threateningly broke, that when a man at a bar offers them money to screw each other on camera, they accept. But one of the conditions is that they cannot kiss during filming.  The story becomes about all the times they haven’t kissed during their long and romantically charged friendship.

I am very excited for “We Wander Far From Home”! It’s my first full length novel, and I’m very proud of the way it combines a nuanced love story with an old fashioned western adventure. I started this story in 2009 with the intention of submitting it to an anthology call, but the deadline flew by before I figured out how to finish it. I stuck it in a folder and forgot about it for a little over a year. Then I started taking it out every few months, writing another chapter here, doing some edits there and putting it away again. It didn’t really come together until January this year and I’m thrilled to see it published by Evernight!

A crack shot best gal, a former criminal lover, a sudden ejection from everything he's ever known, and the faintest taste of freedom. That's what drives Will Kearny out of the comfort of a normal life and out into the Nebraska wilderness. Soon, the sweet, quiet dairy farmer from Minnesota is robbing stage coaches, knocking over banks and running off into the mountains to celebrate in Henry Fitzpatrick's arms.  But winter's coming on, the stage coach routes are drying up, and the law is onto them. Life on the edge is the only way Will and Henry can be together, but life on the edge is short. Can forbidden love survive in a harsh world?

He shifted closer to Henry’s body under the covers and realized that they were both naked. Had he really been so exhausted last night that he didn’t remember undressing? Or possibly being undressed? He set a hand to Henry’s chest, tracing a line down to Henry’s flat, red nipple. The contrasts of Henry were astonishing. The hills and valleys of his chest and shoulders, the gentle touches of his rough hands.
This man was a criminal.
And between him and Annie, they had made Will one, too.
Memories sparked from last night. Henry’s hand wrapped around Will’s, tugging him patiently into this room. Henry’s stubbled chin pressed to his face in an affectionate good night kiss that Will had barely been conscious enough to return.
So. Sweet. Affectionate. Beautiful. His.
But a criminal.
Well, Will supposed, you couldn’t have everything. He pressed his body against Henry’s, closing the small, cautious gap between them, and kissed the other man. He slid his hands out of Henry’s and wrapped his arms around Henry’s back, running his fingers over the ridges of muscle there.
Henry began to kiss him back slowly, as though not quite woken from a dream, before his loose grip tightened and his hands began to wander up Will’s body.
“Morning,” Henry murmured.
“Afternoon, actually, I think,” Will replied.
“Mhm,” Henry responded disinterestedly as he resumed the kiss, sliding his tongue past Will’s lips like walking through an open door. He took control of the kiss. Eased his body on top of Will’s. Will sighed happily as he sunk down into the feather mattress under Henry’s solid weight. Despite Annie’s assurances that there were other men like him, Will hadn’t really let himself believe it until the night Henry kissed him in the barn, only weeks ago.
The way that Henry’s skin moved over Will’s, the heavy scent of him dominating Will’s senses, made it easier for Will to concentrate on his rewards rather than his sins.
Will reached up to take Henry’s arm in his hand.
Henry pulled away, caught Will’s hand and pushed it back down to the mattress. “Shhhh…lie back.”
Will watched as Henry’s hands ran over his chest. Down his stomach, palms flat and warm. He traced his fingers down into the grooves between Will’s hips and his groin, where the skin was soft and sensitive, unaccustomed to being touched.
Will pushed his hips up against Henry’s hands, asking for more. He’d been ready back in the cabin a few nights ago, he didn’t need all this careful touching.
Henry’s fingers slid back up his chest, rubbing and pinching his nipples.
Will felt his breathing getting heavier. His hips worked up against empty air. He looked down between Henry’s legs and swallowed. Henry’s cock was standing between his legs now, thick and flush and full.
And out of reach.
“Look at you,” Henry murmured, rolling the bud of Will’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger, every touch making the nerves more sensitive.
The sluggish warmth in Will’s belly started to coil, not urgent yet, but threatening to become so. “Henry, please.”
Henry grinned, and patted Will’s chest as though he was going to stop teasing. Then he dropped his mouth down to Will’s chest and took a reddened nipple into his mouth.
The warmth in Will’s stomach tightened suddenly. The steady hum of arousal in his body spiked. He dug his fingers into Henry’s shoulders and bucked his hips up against nothing when the grip made Henry suck harder.
Will reached for his cock while Henry rolled the bud between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it. Henry caught Will’s hand and brought it back up to his shoulders.
“Henry, I don’t wanna wait no more,” Will moaned as Henry let his nipple go with a loud, wet “pop.”
“Yeah,” Henry said. His voice was heavy and rough and his eyes were dark with lust. His gaze ran over Will’s body like another caress and Will shivered. “I won’t make you.”
Will’s breath caught.
Henry moved off his thighs, arranging himself so that he was kneeling between Will’s legs. He slipped his hands underneath Will’s knees, calloused hands tickling at the sensitive skin underneath the joint. Will felt too exposed as Henry lifted his feet up off the mattress and spread his legs wider, so wide that his toes poked over either side of the mattress.
Henry arched down, kissing Will. Will set his hands back to Henry’s shoulders, letting himself stay open under Henry’s increasingly insistent tongue, kissing back with everything he could muster while Henry turned the kiss dirty and breathtaking. He finally settled his body down against Will’s, pressing his rock hard cock into Will’s body, rubbing against him until Will moaned against his lips.
“No more interruptions. Door’s locked. Hell, I even jammed a chair under the handle.” He dropped his face to Will’s neck, sucking at a tendon, then worrying his teeth against it. “Even if the goddamn law comes knocking, even if they break down the door, I’m gonna make you come before they cart us away.

07 August 2014
Hello Selena!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Thank you for hosting me, it’s a pleasure to introduce myself and share my writing journey with your readers.

I must preface this blog post with a disclaimer: English was NOT my first language. It was actually my third. I also led a sheltered life. Not that I'm using these as excuses for the following little blip in my life that I am sharing. :) 

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

As a reader myself, I want to suspend belief when reading, so I keep this in mind when creating my own characters. I put my characters into situations that is out of their comfort zones, so that ordinary people (the characters) are placed in extraordinary situations.

I ensure they have a history and parts of that history contain secrets that the other characters don’t know about. My characters are flawed, have quirks (this is my favorite part when creating characters, giving them each a unique voice and quirks), they will behave in surprising manners, surprising even themselves. They will have people who like them, and people who don’t like them.

I also give them goals and a strong drive to reach those goals.
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?

Desperately trying to clear my calendar of things to do, so I can write. As Nora Roberts said in an interview, something I have never forgotten…how does one write? “Ass in chair.”

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

ONCE UPON A KISS will be released soon, and I’m also working on turning my comedy short story, TEMPTED BY AN ANGEL into a romantic novella. I also have a suspense/thriller out with my agent, and the final draft of DECOY IN STILETTO’s (a romantic-comedy-mystery). As you can see, I really have to clear that calendar and get that ass in chair a lot more for a lot longer.


I was a newlywed, living on “love” and the afterglow of honeymoon and my groom had jumped on the Joe Weider Bodybuilding product band wagon, and had entered a weight lifting competition.

One morning he asked me to run to the sports store and pick up an athletic support.

He followed up with, “You do know what that is, right?”

I rolled my eyes back to yesterday. “Well of course I know.”

After all, I had seen those muscled gumba’s in his weight lifting magazines (really, I did pick them up to read the articles) wearing all sorts of Mr. Olympia Wannabe gear.

I figured this was my opportunity to be inducted into the Above-and-Beyond-the-Call-of-Dutiful Wife Hall of Fame one day, so I ventured off to the sports store to purchase one athletic support.

I walked in and stood at the cash waiting for the clerk. I'm one of those people who prefer to be waited on, instead of rifling through racks of articles when I’m out of my element, like a sports store.

The hunk-and-a-half clerk behind the counter came to my aid. “Can I help you?”

“Yes,” I said. “I need an Athletic Support for my husband, please.”

”Okay, what size?” he asked.

“Size? Yeah, I guess every guy is built different. Hmmmm, let's see, he's really big.”

At that remark, two customers, both male of course came up to the counter.

Hunky Clerk responded with, “Uh-huh.”

I spread my arms out--I mean really wide--to demonstrate his size. “He's this big.”

At this point the men snickered.

That annoyed me, and even though I was at that time, and still am, rather shy and coy, I turned to the snickering group. “Well what’s so funny?” I asked. “My husband is into health and body building and he's really big and hard now. Maybe you all should try it.” Okay, maybe I’m not that shy.

The snickers transformed into in-your-face guffaws.
Cripes, what was it with these jock types? What the hell was so funny?

Hunky Clerk was in danger of having the Heimlich maneuver performed on him, as he choked on the peanuts he had been munching.

After practically coughing up a lung, the clerk composed himself and said, “Ma'am, I don't think you're accurate in the size.”

Ma’am? This guy was probably older than I was and he called me ma’am?

I didn’t want to address that right now, I wanted to buy the fricken athletic support and leave.

“Look, I should know my own husband.” I spread my arms wide, again. “He's about 46 inches. Just get me an athletic support that fits that size.”

Okay, so more than once I was asked to measure my husband’s biceps with a measuring tape, and more than once it didn’t measure up to 46 inches, but, hey I was in the initial stages of supportive wifehood.

“Well," I said. "Maybe not forty-six inches, more like forty-two. Get me something for a guy who is forty-two inches.”

One customer, whose hair cut looked like a hen’s patooty in a windstorm, looked me straight in the eye and asked, "What planet does your husband come from?”

How utterly rude, I thought. I was getting more than pissed right off now.

I wanted out of this store badly and I wasn’t in the mood to be the local jock’s entertainment of the day.

I gave Mr. Hen Hair my best PMS glare and then addressed the collective jock group. “He's forty-two inches, give or take…maybe even wider. You have a problem with that? I thought women were jealous of each other's bodies. With you guys every size on your body matters doesn't it? Well, let me tell you something, we really don’t care that much for that kind of width. Personally, I was attracted to his nice eyes.”

They laughed even louder.

Little boys in long pants, that’s what these men were.

With the patience of a Saint, I asked, "Do you guys get your ya-ya's standing around a sport store, making fun of women shoppers? Let the clerk fish out this athletic support thingy, and then you can all go back to comparing golf scores.” Geesh

Hunky Clerk coughed again. (By the way, it was the early 90’s we called hot guys, hunks).

I would have offered him a cough drop had he maintained better crowd control, and got me this stupid athletic support so I could leave.

“Ma'am,” Hunky Clerk said. “I don't think you know what you really want. . .”

That did it. “Oh please, don't try to impress me with your sports mumbo jumbo. Just get me the thing. And I don't want to hear about brand names etc. Get me the largest one you have, I'll stretch it out, and be able to tell if it will fit. I've put my arms around my husband enough times.”

More laughter.

Hunky Clerk left the peanut gallery and returned with three packages.

“Small,” he announced, slapping one of the packages on the counter. “Medium.” He slapped this package next to the small one. “And large.” He lined this one next to the medium, stood back, folded his arms over his chest and asked, “Which one would you like?”


The atmosphere turned as quiet as an ant pissing on a cotton ball.
I picked up the Large sized one. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, so that's what an athletic support is? Oh my.”

The night before, my soon-to-be-pulverized husband had talked about buying a leather belt that went around his chest and then wound around his waist to protect his kidneys, and he talked about line definition.

Wasn’t that an athletic support?

Okay, I may not have been paying a whole lot of attention at that point, because all I was concerned about was that the slick oil he used on his definitions not drip onto my newly washed floor. Besides, if I had to listen to one more protein powder drink that was good for us, wheat germ and the proper way to lift anything, I was going to scream. Hey, I worked hard to earn my own heavy weight title; Choco-Cocoa-Queen.

Mr. Clerk--at closer inspection, he really wasn’t that hunky--lifted a brow. “Now do you see why we didn't believe the size you ordered.”

I inspected the packages on the counter. “Hmmm. I gather that cuppy part is not to cover one's nose?”

“No, Ma'am.”

Again with the ma’am!

I held my head up high. “I don't like the color or your selection. I think I'll try another store.”

I headed for the front door, put my hands on my hips and addressed the group, who were now probably giving each other mental high-fives.

I said, “I'll have the last laugh. I'm Italian, I know people. Yeah, that’s right, those kind of people.” I know, 
I had just stereotyped my whole culture, but at that point a gal had to pull out all the ammunition she could muster.

“We don’t get mad, we get even,” I continued. “I know how to put a curse on all of you that will last longer than your hairlines.” I waved my hand up and down and all around. “May you endure a lifetime of running to the drug store in the middle of the night, trying to figure out if you need maxi's, scented, unscented, or light days.”

With that, I turned on my heels, and sauntered out of the store, I may have even added an extra roll to my hip action.

When I was sure I was out of their site range, I ran to my car with the intent of rendering my husband’s forty-two inch chest up and gazing at the moon.

Now had he said, pick up me a testicular cup. That would have been a different story.
You gals get me, right?


From sweet to the naughty, there’s always humor in Selena’s stories. Her work has been described as; genre-defying romance, sexy, written with wit, and splashes of mystery and suspense.

Selena is a self-professed foodie and chocolate guru. She loves to dance with her dog, sing into her hairbrush and write in her PJ's.

In love with Mr. Rugged—as she refers to her husband online—her family, friends, books, shoes, laughter, hockey, lively discussions and wine (sometimes all at the same time).

Selena is a dragon slayer who enjoys reading and writing sassy heroines and hot heroes (the ones your mamma warned you about, but secretly wished she’d dated a few in her life).

Selena also writes children’s stories under the pen name Maddie Ryan.


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05 August 2014

Hi Elodie!  I am so thrilled that you are visiting Written Butterfly  today...your release day!   
Thank you for inviting me to your blog to talk about my new Evernight Publishing release, ‘The Summer Heat’.

A ménage romance, two guys and a girl, this is erotic, contemporary romance that sizzles.

 Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of this ménage?

Oh, this is so hard to answer because like all my stories it just happened. Once an idea is seeded somehow in my brain, and I name my characters, the story just unfolds. Sometimes after a few weeks when I read through the first edit, I think wow where did that come from. I just write. The characters evolve, they take over, and there it is. I just had the two friends, a couple of great guys, successful, intelligent, gorgeous naturally, and there they are on the garden in the heat of summer digging out a tree stump, when along comes a new neighbor. Now neither lovely man has a woman in their life, and that’s a crying shame because they are sexy, and have loads of love to give, now wham they are both knocked sideways by the lovely Annabel. The story takes off.

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

I don’t plan my characters they just exist in my head. They do develop as the story does, but at the same time, I know what they will say and do because I see them, hear them, know them really well. I have no idea how this happens. (Laughs)

Q)  What is your favorite genre to read and who is your favorite author?

I’ve read so many books. I used to use reading as an escape as a child, then I consumed books avidly for years, all kinds of books, except horror. I don’t read horror. I read the classics from Edgar Allen Poe et al and, naturally, I read Anne Rice.

I read mystery, paranormal romance, detective stuff, some erotic romance, reference books for my work. (Art, architecture, antiques) I don’t have a favorite genre. I don’t have a favorite author. I read Robert Goddard, Ruth Rendell, Colin Dexter, Christine Feehan. I’ve been reading some Sci-Fi erotic romance recently, which I loved. I’ve read loads of Sue Grafton, and Henning Mankell. I recently read one after the other, an entire wolf shifter series. I could name so many, but I think you might have got the picture of my eclectic reading. 

The Summer Heat

When lifelong friends Nate and Evan watch the arrival of a new neighbor, they never expect to find their friendship rocked by the lovely Annabel who moves into the empty house next door. 

Annabel likes both Nate and Evan the moment she meets them. As they all grow close, will she be forced to choose between these gorgeous men?

Inspiration behind the story:

The inspiration came from a tree being cut down in the communal gardens where I currently live. I didn’t even see it felled, but I was immensely saddened as this was a healthy young tree. In my story, the gorgeous guys are cutting down a diseased tree in their garden, and that’s how they see Annabel move in next door.

My characters:

Annabel. She’s ready for love and looking for someone after her last miserable relationship. I imagine her surprise when she meets Nate and Evan, and has strong attraction to both of them.

Nate: He’s gentle, kind, sensually sexy, very good looking. Friends mean a lot to him. You can feel safe and loved with him, but boy do you know when he’s made love to you.

Evan: Strong, alpha, hides his emotions, but sex just drips from his gorgeous body. He calls you babe and takes charge, all the while your soft skin under his fingertips blows his mind.

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They got through her front door before they leapt on each other.
Nate didn’t know how they got their clothes off. The haze of lust at the deliciousness of her kisses fogged his brain. They were in Annabel’s living room, and he was already pounding into her.
Her lips brushed against his ear. Her whispers and moans mingled with his moaning.
He held her under the ass and fucked her hard as she clung to him.
Her hands on his shoulders, she met his thrusts with her hips raised.
His orgasm started with his balls tightening so that he thrust into her as deep as he could. Into his heart dropped the need to make sure she came. He slowed down, kissed her lips, nibbled down her neck, and sucked there.
She bucked her hips to his.
He ground his cock on her clit as he slid into her again.
She moaned into his mouth.
Her pussy clenched around his cock as she pressed her body against him, and he knew she was coming. It filled him with love. He didn’t need to pound into her to come. His orgasm flowed over him as he kissed her. It buckled his knees and weakened his thighs as the ripples of sensation jerked his cock inside her. Nate groaned as Annabel’s tongue touched the tip of his. He pressed his stomach against her enjoying the pressure and satin texture of her skin on his. A melting sensation drifted over him, and he rested his forehead on her shoulder.
“How do you feel?” He whispered against her ear.
She made a little sound, not quite a word.
He interpreted it as pleasure. That’s what it sounded like to him, as if she’d tasted something good. He lifted his head and kissed her tenderly. “Next time, maybe we can slow down, but I needed that so bad.”
(Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Evernight Publishing All Rights Reserved)

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Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
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31 July 2014

(Technically, the term of three or more people in a relationship is polyamorous but somehow the term ménage stuck.  So, for the sake of this article, I’m sticking with it.)

My mother raised both eyebrows at me when I told her I wanted to write a ménage love story.  Why? she asked.  Because it’s hard to write and I love a challenge.  She gave me one of those yeah, right looks.  

Also, because two alpha men are HOT!

Most would-be erotica romance nay-sayers probably would snicker at that because, after all, how hard could it be to write three people getting it on?  But they’d be ignoring the most import word of that statement…romance.  Now romance between three people has to be believable, at least for me it does.  I do admit that I have a ménage or two out there that I wrote early in my career that seems a little too insta-love, but as I began to read more, learn more, I came to love the complexity of having two alpha males vying for one female. 

Male testosterone can be a bitch, so when you times that by two, there’s going to be uncertainty, jealousy, pounding on the chest, and pissing on legs.  Issues have to be dealt with for that happy ever after.  In my ménage book, True to Her Heart, I took a funny stance where the heroine, Molly, falls for two men while on vacation in Paris.  But these men happen to be best friends.  The twist?  Neither of them realizes they’re seeing the same girl.  Oh boy, what a naughty girl shy little Molly turns out to be.

Often, to make the ménage work, the author will have the two men either be best friends or related, establishing that back story right out of the gate.  I’ve done this a lot myself.  But recently I decided to push the concept a little.  I recently finished a book (that is tied up with a publisher right now…fingers crossed!) where the two males do not trust each other at all.  One thinks the other killed his cousin.  But they come together for the safe of the heroine, so finding a middle ground on such a slippery slope made writing it a challenge.  You can’t have hero #1 threatening hero #2 and then the next scene willing to share a girl in bed.  Above all, there has to be believability. 

That’s the key in any good ménage book.  Believing it.  You have to answer the question: why are they willing to share?  Because ménage should be complicated, heartfelt and downright sexy.  If you add those three, you’ll have a winning combination!

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27 July 2014


Hi Ela!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! Wow...this cover is amazing!  


First of all, thank you so much for having me here today! “Venus In Fur Coat” is a bit of a rarity of me – it’s a contemporary romance and I’m more of a sci-fi/fantasy type of gal. But when inspiration strikes, you don’t ask questions. The idea for this story came to me fully formed, which was kind of cool. I also love the art aspect in it – I’ve painted and drawn my whole life, and more recently (well, like the past 10 years at this point), have done a lot of scrapbooking. So I’m a bit of an artist at heart, and I really identify with Derek. And I also identify with Cara, who has a very practical streak to her. After all, I did set all my artsy stuff aside to pursue school and a more traditional career. So I guess one could say that they both have different aspects of my personality… and it was kind of cool watching them come together :)

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

Honestly, the idea for the story just kind of hit me out of nowhere. Also, for Derek, I sort of had that sexy image of Jack drawing Rose in Ttanic (although Derek doesn’t look anything like Jack). And I also had this image stuck in my mind of an ad I found maybe 20 years ago and saved in my diary - it was a woman painter about to get it on with her (super sexy) nude model. So yeah… plenty of inspiration there!

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

Having something to drink as I work usually helps (not THAT kind of a drink :) I’m just more of a liquid snack type of person. I also like to watch music videos - they’re usually very visual and artistic and get me into that mind set. I also like to browse images and I loveee my Pinterest! I have inspiration boards up for several of my works - just browsing those helps me get into the right mindset.

Q) What are your upcoming projects? 

I’m in the process of editing a long erotic romance novel that is set in a fantasy/steampunk world, that will be coming out in September with Loose Id. I’m also writing a sci-fi futuristic erotic romance which should be a lot of fun.

Cara is an accounting major in college, and she is practical, a little cynical, and focused on her studies. When she allows her roommate to drag her to a frat party, the last thing she expects is running into the artsy-bad-boy type who tempts her to throw all her typical reservations out the window. 

Derek tends to go with his feelings—intense and passionate, with a strong alpha streak. It will be up to him to bring Cara out of her shell and help her experience life to its fullest. Both of them feel that special spark, and one passionate night could change the course of their lives forever.

Derek followed her through the hallway. She was already walking down the street, away from the house by the time he made it outside. He watched her walking away, debating whether he should approach her now. It was dark out, and he didn’t want to freak her out by seeming stalker-ish. But then again, if she was going to be walking around alone at night, she’d probably be better off with a friendly stalker keeping her company.

Having decided, he set off at a light jog to catch up with her. She wasn’t too far ahead, likely slowed down by her high-heeled boots. His cock had responded as soon as he first laid eyes on her, standing there all timid and uncertain, and now that he could see her ass wiggling as she walked, he grew painfully hard. His jeans were not designed to accommodate a huge hard-on. He adjusted himself just before catching up to her.

She was everything that turned him on in a woman. Curves in all the right places, so voluptuous that he could just imagine himself sinking into her, her soft cushioning against his own hard planes. Her hair had an adorable bit of frizz to it, and she wore it pulled back from an angelic face. The face of a goddess. A face right out of ancient paintings by the great masters.

His boots crunched on the gravel and she stopped and turned around. His heart picked up speed when their gazes met again, and he was glad he followed his gut. No way was he giving up until he got to know her better. Dating just for the hell of it was starting to lose its appeal. If he was honest with himself, he’d had his fill of it for a long time, but until now, no one had come along that made him want anything more serious.

“Hey.” Maybe not the most eloquent way to start the conversation, but she stood staring at him with wide eyes and a startled expression, waiting for him to say something.

“Hi.” Her voice was a whisper. The wind picked up speed and rustled through the leaves in the trees around them, as though echoing her.

“It’s not safe to be walking around alone at night.” Criticizing her choices, right off the bat, probably wasn’t the greatest way to make an impression, but it had been a pretty bad move on her part. Even if she wanted nothing to do with him, he didn’t like the idea of her walking around alone at night. There were too many assholes out there, and it just wasn’t safe.

She raised a brow in response and crossed her arms across her chest. He guessed that was her pissed-off look, but it was somewhat spoiled by how hot her tits looked pushed up that way.

“Oh, really? I guess it’s safer to be out here at night with a total stranger?”

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Reading was my entertainment and salvation as a child, and it transferred into a passion for writing. I am still very much a reader, and love many different genres, from erotic romance, to fantasy (and dark fantasy... Game of Thrones, anyone?), to historical fiction, and that love is reflected in my own writing as well. If you'd like to learn more about me, or chat about books and life, you can find me all over the web. I’d love hearing from my readers. You can find me here:
22 July 2014

Hi Tamsin!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! I must admit, I have stared at your cover for a long time!  LOL!  

Thanks so much for hosting me on your blog today!
I’m super excited about my first real Evernight release of the year.
A short m/m that I just adored writing and hope you guys enjoy it too.

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

Well, this story was originally written for an anthology, so the dynamic was already written in a sense. The executive assistant being in love with their boss. Nick and Tayte were born out of what I considered good fits for that. The gorgeous, hard working, dominant boss and the adoring, smart and utterly lovely assistant. The fact that they are two hot men just make it so much better.

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

Hmmm, probably just the habit of writing when I want to, not because I have to. I get a scene in mind and go nuts, or I don’t. I love the passion that comes out of that.

Q) What are your upcoming projects? 

I’m currently working on two ménages. An MMF Planet Alpha book for Evernight and the sequel to Prowling the Vet, called Stalking Their Mate, which is a MFM shifter erotic romance. I’ve never written MFM before, and I’m finding the challenge super fun!

Nick is the most beautiful, successful, amazing man—just ask his executive assistant Tayte. 
Tayte’s been in love with his boss from the moment he set eyes on him. But two years working with him and Tayte isn’t even sure Nick is gay. 
But it’s time for his contract evaluation and Nick wants to give Tayte more than just a raise.

“Hey, Tayte.”
The insipid voice of Connor Turner bounced into Tayte’s brain and he suppressed the shudder that rose. He lifted his gaze and took in the spectrum of color before him.
“Hey, Connor.”
Connor, who was the assistant of Greg Scholl, the man just beneath Nick on the totem pole, flounced up and rested his hip on Tayte’s desk.
“So… found out if Nick is gay yet?”
Tayte forced a smile to his lips and sat up straighter in his chair. He didn’t know, much to his chagrin. Even if he did, he certainly wouldn’t be announcing it to the biggest gossip in the building.
“Not my business, Connor.”
Connor laughed and winked. “I’ll take that as a no. You know, they say Nick only wants male assistants because he has a super jealous wife at home who can’t handle the idea of him having a hot secretary.”
Tayte inhaled sharply through his nose and turned his smile up a notch.
“I haven’t encountered a wife, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t one.”
And it was true. Tayte hadn’t encountered any wives, girlfriends, no significant other at all. However, that didn’t mean anything, since Nick received a lot of calls on his cell, but after two years, Tayte was starting to think Nick was single.
But Hetero or Homo? That was the million dollar question.
“I have heaps of work to do, Connor, and I’m sure you do too.”
Connor giggled and stepped back, his hips swinging as he moved back toward the lift.
“Oh, I’ve been working since sunrise. You know how it is.” He winked and laughed, turning away without waiting for Tayte to respond.
“No, but you certainly do.” Tayte answered anyway, grinding his teeth in frustration for a minute. He hated those sorts of guys. He didn’t mind effeminate gay men. Hell, he’d fucked more than his fair share of them over the years. But guys that deliberately acted ‘gay’ when it wasn’t their natural disposition just pissed him off. Not to mention how much men, and women for that matter, who slept their way to the top, and Connor was a prime example of that, really grated on his nerves.
“Well, you can get in line behind me if you want Nick, Connor, because I’m not moving.” Tayte muttered to himself and scanned over his list of daily jobs. Wow. Lucky Nick was out of the office today, or he’d never get all that done.
He worked all afternoon, not stopping when everyone else left at five. He really should go home, but what was waiting for him there? Two idiotic housemates and a pile of dirty washing.
“You could actually go out. Get laid.” He muttered to himself once again, furious he wasn’t excited about another one-night stand.
But how could he be? Ten minutes with some random guy? Yuck, he’d had enough of that sort of life.
“You could, I’m sure.” Nick’s voice boomed through the foyer and Tayte cried out as shock had him jumping back from his desk, his heart leaping into his throat before settling to pound against his rib cage as he looked up at his boss.
“Fuck, you scared me.”
Nick walked closer, pulling at his tie and letting it hang on his shirt in a casual way.
“Why are you still here, Tayte? You’re young and beautiful. You should be out getting your cock sucked by some lovely little thing.”
Heat flowed up into Tayte’s cheeks and he glanced down at his computer, quickly shutting down all the open programs. He’d never heard Nick speak like that, and the crude words were turning him on in a shameful way. Nothing better than a man who could talk dirty.
“Ah, well, I had to finish a few things and I, ah, l…lost track of time. I’ll g…get out of your way and h…head home now though.”
Tayte was stuttering, but he couldn’t help it. He was as embarrassed as the day his mother had found him jerking off in the bathroom when he was fifteen.
“Don’t rush, if you don’t have to go. Stay.”

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20 July 2014

First the disclaimer: I was given a copy of this book for an honest review and I really have!  Warning, may give a few tiny spoilers.

The premise intrigued me.  I’ve read a lot of “billionaire” stories but I’ve never read one where the billionaire needed a baby to secure his inheritance.  It seems like a simple concept and yet it’s anything but for Liam Whitmore III.  Sure, he’s found the perfect woman to be his baby mama, but it’s the unexpected feelings that develop that are the problem.

This was the first book by Ms. Starke that I’ve read and I really liked her writing style.  It was smart, intelligent, and witty, and kept a fast pace that made this book a real page turner.  She really gave a sense of this world by showcasing just how much a workaholic Liam is and how much the heroine, Abby, needs the money.

The other things I liked about the book might seem petty, but for someone who writes erotica romance I had to appreciate.  The cover is amazing.  I love it's simplicity that manages to reveal a depth to the couple from a single snapshot.  Next, the sex was hot, but not overt like a lot of erotica romances.  Sure there were graphic words a plenty, but somehow it felt more basic than some other stuff I've read (or written!).

The bad guy’s motives were very believable, surprisingly.  I mean, we go on a tangent about him knocking up some girl he had an affair with and now has to pay her off.  That and his gambling debts makes him a real scumball, but not enough of one to just commit murder to get what he needs.  Killing someone would be, I assume, very traumatizing for most of us and it was good to know that even though the bad guy was a lousy everything else, he wasn't so far gone as to cross that line.  Now, someone else, sure and Ms. Starke was sure to cover her bases there, just to keep it all interesting.

My one complaint was, at times, Liam was almost unlikable.  More than one time I wanted to shake him. After the baby making they seemed to spend more time apart then they did together and misunderstandings kept coming in their way.  There wasn't much of a build up of them learning a lot about each other.  That may seem overly critical but that's just one small portion of the book and believe me, writers read critique and reflect on it to learn.  At least I do, and I think Ms. Starke is a fabulous writer.  

In the end, it all came together for a happy ever after.  This book was pretty clean of errors and had an interesting story.  I would definitely recommend it with a glass of wine and a comfortable chair. 

Having a baby is Abby's dream. Will Liam's enemies stop her happily ever after?

Liam Whitmore III is floored by the surprise stipulation in his father's will—provide an heir within one year or he'll lose the controlling portion of Whitmore Incorporated to his cousin Spencer. The corporation is Liam's life. He'll do anything to keep his cousin's hands off of it, including finding a woman who'll bear his child. Though finding the right woman seems an impossible task since he doesn't have room in his life for anything except running the company. He doesn't want a wife, just an heir.

Abby Haden's family is about to lose their ranch, the only life her ailing father and brother have ever known. She feels helpless and is desperate to help. When the most coveted bachelor in Austin, Liam Whitmore III, also known as the Takeover Tyrant, offers to pay her to have his child it seems too incredible to be true. She's all but given up hope of ever having a baby. Not only will her dream of being a mother come true, but she can also save the family ranch.

It was just supposed to be a business deal, but Abby and Liam find it hard to keep their hearts out of what it takes to make a baby. Even as they sort out their feelings, others have their eye on Whitmore Incorporated. Liam and Abby will soon discover how far they'll go to make sure Abby never produces that heir.

Content Warning: contains graphic sex, explicit language, mild violence, and a heroine with a history of domestic abuse

The Baby Contract – Excerpt

Abby closed her eyes tight and pressed send on her phone. Liam's phone rang once, twice, three times. A bit relieved, she waited to be routed to his voicemail.

"Liam Whitmore's office."

She sucked in a hard breath and nearly dropped the phone. "Uh…hi…this is Abby Haden, Abigail Haden that is."

"Yes, Miss Haden," the receptionist said quickly. "Please hold."

Several seconds passed.

"This is Liam."

"I…" Abby paused, searching her heart one last time. Her grip on her cellphone tightened, and her courage failed. "I…I…"

"What's the holdup?" Liam asked, his voice gruff.

She flinched. "H-holdup?" she stammered.

"Seven hundred fifty thousand dollars, and that's the final offer, Miss Haden. Take it or leave it."

Abby blinked. "That's not—"

"Take it or leave it," Liam interrupted. "I want an answer now."

His brisk tone set her on edge and raised her ire. Her courage returned. "Fine, but I have a requirement."

His pause felt tangible through the phone, and she feared he'd had second thoughts. Not that she'd back down from her decision.

"What is it?" He nearly growled the question.

She filled her lungs with air. "I want two hundred fifty thousand upon conception, the rest after the baby is born."

Another pause. "We have a deal." His anger had disappeared, his voice holding no hint of emotion.

Abby blew out her pent-up breath. "Okay, good. I've been unable to find a clinic for the…the artificial, um, you know." She placed a cool palm on her flaming hot cheek. If it was possible to die from embarrassment, she'd be a goner for sure.

"I'm not following you, Miss Haden," Liam said. She heard papers shuffling in the background. "I'll have the contract drawn up."

"Artificial insemination," Abby blurted out.

"Artificial insemination?" He sounded taken aback. "I hadn't considered any such thing."

Abby frowned in confusion. "How else are we going to get me pregnant?"

Liam's laughter echoed through the phone. Rich and throaty, it sent a hot tingle down Abby's spine. Goose bumps broke out over her skin.

"Miss Haden, there are such pleasurable ways of making a baby that are quite successful," he said, his voice dropping to a deep rumble over the phone. Abby took a shuddering breath as it did obscene things to her insides. His tone returned to its more business-like manner. "I have a cabin in Aspen. As soon as your cycle is at the most likely time for you to conceive we'll fly up there for a week," he said. "AI would take too much time," he added.

"I-I didn't plan on that," Abby stuttered, her mind reeling. Sex hadn't been in the equation when she'd made her decision. Sex? With Liam? Oh my God. Her heart kicked into overdrive. "Look, Mr. Whitmore—"

"I'll set up an appointment with my physician for STD tests. Can you be there tomorrow afternoon by, say…" He paused briefly. "Three-thirty?"

"Mr. Whitmore, I—"

"Do you know when you'll most likely ovulate again?"

Abby blinked, she was being steamrolled.

"Miss Haden, it's a simple question. I need to know."

She looked at her calendar, she'd already figured up the days in case she'd gotten an appointment at one of 
the clinics she called. "Um, next week, but listen—"

Liam pushed on. "I'll have everything set up. We can leave for Aspen late Sunday evening. My personal assistant will be in touch tomorrow morning to give you directions to my physician's office."

"Mr. Whitmore, there's no way I can get off work for a week on such short notice. It's Tuesday," she insisted, trying to backpedal.

"It's taken care of. Don't worry, Abigail," he said.

The sound of her given name rolling off his tongue caught her off guard. It stopped her next objection dead in its tracks.

"What's your contact number?" he asked.

Abby gave him her cellphone number.

After a quick 'thank you' Liam hung up, leaving Abby in a bit of a stupor. His driven personality explained his business success, as well as the rumored success he had with women. He was a raging river and she had been helplessly swept along in its current.

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The Baby Contract by Olivia Starke
Genre(s): Erotic Contemporary Romance
Digital ISBN: 9781940744339
Length: Novel
Publication Date: July 21, 2014
Price: $4.99

16 July 2014
Hello Elizabeth!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly!  You are a brand new author and I'm honored that you picked my blog to showcase your first book!

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

Thank you so much for hosting me!

Living in Los Angeles, I've had my fair share of earthquakes and I've always made a joke that if I was in an apartment building, I'd want to be on the top floor so if the building came down I wouldn't have that much rubble on top.  Gruesome, I know.  (I'm a secret Investigation Discovery addict)

But that led me to dream about two lovers separated by an earthquake so that's how I dreamed up Tighe and Scotty.  The rest just fell into place and I'm super happy that this book is the first one for me being published.

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

Coffee.  Music.  I have a young child so I'm used to working through distraction.  I get ideas for stories all over the place so I always carry pen and paper with me wherever I go.  Sometimes I jot things down and then come home and type it up. 

Q) What are your upcoming projects? 

I am working on a series for Evernight titled "My Boyfriend Is..." .  It's Romance on the Go stories (about 8-12 thousand words) of men who find out they have a supernatural boyfriend.  So far there's My Werewolf Boyfriend and My Vampire Boyfriend.  I just submitted My Alien Boyfriend (fingers crossed it's picked up!).  I have a bunch more of these stories up my proverbial sleeve.

Bother Me BLURB

Thirty-eight year old Tighe Valentine has moved to Los Angeles to help care for his ailing mother.  His next door neighbor, Scotty, lives a carefree life of surfing and beach parties and pretty soon, Tighe starts wondering how in the world a much younger man managed to capture his fascination.

For Scotty Tilden, Tighe is his dream man, if only Tighe would see it his way.  But his sexy neighbor is stubborn and in denial of his true sexuality which is in contrast to how Scott lives his life.

And then the world turns upside down as a devastating earthquake rips everything apart.  As Tighe searchers desperately for Scotty, all he can think about and pray for is finding alive the man who’s stolen his heart. 


As he gathered up the equipment he needed for the work ahead, the horses began to neigh and dance around in their stalls.  He stopped and checked them out, as did the other workers, but the horses distress only increased.
            A second later the earth began to shake.
            This wasn’t some minor thing.  Even not knowing a thing about earthquakes Tighe knew this was big.  He was knocked off his feet and he grabbed one of the stall walls in an effort to keep himself upright.  It was a loosing battle and down he went, as did half the barn.  Men were yelling, horses were screaming, and to Tighe it seemed like the world was ending.  The rolling waves lasted forever as he was battered with wood and debris and all he could do was cover his head and pray that the rollercoaster ride ended soon. 
            And then just like that, it did.
            His stomach, however, was still quavering as he pushed off the rubble and got to his feet.  There were moans and groans coming from various piles and he moved mechanically, helping men detangle themselves.  No one seemed hurt worse than some cuts and scrapes but two horses were hurt bad.  The others had escaped the barn and were currently running around wild, clearly frightened out of their minds.  When the next earthquake it, it wasn’t as strong and Tighe was able to stay on his feet.  It only lasted a few seconds, however and things were still once more.
            “This isn’t going to go on forever, is it?” he asked one of his co-workers. 
            The man shook his head.  “After shocks.  Might be a few more, might not be.”
            Tighe dug out his cell phone but there wasn’t any signal.  Something that powerful must have knocked out a few cell towers.  His first thought was his mother.  The second thought was Scotty.
            “I have to get back to the city,” he told everyone.  “I have family.  I have…”
            He was going to say a boyfriend, but Scotty wasn’t really his boyfriend.  He could’ve been, but he’d fucked up.  What if something happened to Scotty?  Oh God, he couldn’t seem to stop fucking up.  He had to find him.

15 July 2014

Hi Tyler!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! I'm so excited to hear about your new book "Broken Neon"!

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

I suppose, before answering that question, I should explain why I created the characters in the first place. As a fan of all music genres, and a lifelong Texan, country music has played a monumental role in my life. Country music is probably the most “stereotyped” genre in the industry. While depicting a love of Freedom, God and Country, perhaps it has inadvertently excluded or rejected a significant percentage of the population, whereas Pop and other music genres have embraced entertainers and fans from all walks of life much more openly, encouraging a tolerance of all people regardless of age, sex, race, creed or sexual orientation.The time has come for the acceptance of entertainers who reflect a true representation of all types of people, not just those who fit a certain mold. Each of my heroes are down to earth, “good ol’ country boys” with a strong sense of family and respectable convictions, much like the selection of people country music claims to cater to. However, what sets them apart is that these particular gentlemen just so happen to love each other rather than some sweet, southern belle. And that should be represented as well.

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

One thing I often require is silence. No distractions, no music, no TV, and no interruptions unless there’s an emergency. One bad habit I have, which is probably the unhealthiest, is snacking (especially when the writing is flowing best) and not getting enough exercise. My thighs and gluteus maximums are all the proof anyone needs that writing can be hazardous to your health. J

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Currently, I am adding M/M novellas to my self-published series, the Blue Haven Boys while working on full length M/M novels to submit for publishing consideration. One huge project is my first ever MMF paranormal ménage. I am very excited and look forward to seeing how it all turns out. 

Country music singer, Zane Alexander has struggled to keep his sexuality a secret, but hiding his attraction to their new guitarist, Finn Presswood, is damn near impossible. On the run from a dangerous ex-lover, Finn has secrets of his own, but his feelings for Zane isn’t one of them.

When the new song they co-wrote leads to a recording contract with a major Nashville label, it becomes clear that their lives are about to change. Unfortunately, secrets are harder to hide in the limelight, so Zane fake-dating a famous supermodel whose career is on the line as well, seems like the best solution for everyone.

Their dreams are finally within their grasp until Finn’s past catches up, and no matter how much the two men love each other, happiness is never guaranteed.
If good intentions pave the road to hell, then broken neon paves the road to Nashville.

As he crossed the threshold, he tossed his hat onto the table and made a beeline to the mini-fridge. The door closed behind them, but Zane paid it little mind as he bent down to retrieve two cold beers. When he turned around, his heart skipped a beat.
Finn stood directly behind him, his shirt already unbuttoned and his jaw flexed taut. The hungry look in Finn’s eyes made Zane’s cock swell.
“Shit.” Zane let the bottles of beer fall to the floor as Finn moved in.
Their teeth clanked together from the voracious kiss, igniting the explosive passion that had been building between them. Tongues tangled, battling for domination, while clothes and boots flew about the room.
“I’ve wanted this…” Finn panted. “So fucking long.”
“Shut the hell up.” Zane shoved Finn back onto the bed and crawled up the length of him.
Zane felt Finn’s hardened cock jam into his side, and he reached down to stroke it without hesitation.
Finn pushed Zane’s hand away and flipped him over, then glared down into his eyes. “You better make this last.” Finn’s gravelly tone only added to the need pulsing through Zane’s cock.
He kissed Finn’s shoulder and chest as he dug his nails into Finn’s back.
Finn winced and kissed Zane even harder, rocking his groin against Zane’s thigh. Pre-cum seeped from Finn’s thick shaft, dampening Zane’s skin. He swallowed hard, wanting nothing more than to lick the crown clean. He gripped Finn’s cock, and stroked it, causing Finn to bite down on Zane’s bottom lip as they kissed.
Zane reciprocated by sucking Finn’s lip into his mouth, while his mind ventured to thoughts of what he’d rather be sucking. The desire surprised Zane a little. Usually, he was the one being pleasured, but this was different. Zane wanted to get Finn off so badly, he could taste it.
He pushed up on Finn’s shoulders and kissed his way down his chest.
Finn rolled off and lay on his back. He ran his fingers through Zane’s hair and moaned as Zane moved lower. The sound excited Zane even more. His own cock ached. His need for release intensified with each blood-surging pulse.
Zane gripped Finn’s shaft firmly then wrapped his tongue around the crown.
Finn shuddered.
Salty sweetness coated Zane’s taste-buds. He tongue fucked the slit, searching for every drop Finn had to offer.
“Feels so fucking good.” Finn writhed and pulled Zane’s hair.
Zane swallowed Finn’s shaft. His eyes and mouth watered as each bob of his head plunged deeper. He flattened his tongue along Finn’s cock and lapped his satiny flesh like an ice cream cone.
Finn groaned and grabbed Zane’s arm, tugging him upward until they were chest to chest once again. He peered down into Finn’s eyes as they hugged each other close. Zane had missed this feeling. This connection. 
This sense of giving himself to someone. He hadn’t shared this kind of mutual intimacy since before he started singing professionally, and even that was nothing more than teenage infatuation.
Finn’s eyelids lowered to half-mast. “Don’t stop.”
The urgency in Finn’s tone fueled Zane’s resolve. He’d take his new lover all the way to the other side. Past the point of no return. All of Zane’s previous doubts faded fast. “Once I have you, I might not want to let you go.”
He’d tried so hard to deny himself this pleasure. Kept it hidden, only allowing a few stolen moments with someone he’d paid to deliver, but none of that compared to letting his guard down and really indulging.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
Zane leaned in and kissed him tenderly, savoring the feel of Finn’s lips pressed to his. The taste of his tongue and the warmth of his body fused to his own. This was exactly what Zane had wanted for so long.
If Zane were ever able to offer a man everything, Finn Presswood could damn sure be the man he’d give it to.

                                                           Bio and Links:

Robin Badillo and her pseudonym, Tyler Robbins, is a down to earth mother of four, born and raised in a small Texas town where she still resides with her nearly grown kids and a pack of spoiled dogs.
A fan of paranormal and southern romance novels, Robin does her best to offer up a plethora of tasty morsels to satisfy her reader’s appetite. Whether mainstream and/or paranormal erotic romance or Tyler’s LGBT romance line, Robin strives to create characters who are endearing and relatable.
Adversity is Robin’s motivation, which explains why she’s a true believer that grey hair is simply God’s graffiti.

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08 July 2014

Hello Elodie!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly!  What a beautiful cover!  Elodie is talking about her hot ménage Evernight Publishing Romance on the Go release, Night of the Horse.

Night of the Horse is erotic paranormal romance. A steamy contemporary love story with a twist. It’s set in present day England in a semi-rural town. Summer has just begun and Rosie, our heroine, is feeling wistful. She’s lonely and beginning to wonder if she’ll ever find love.
I got the inspiration from seeing a paddock full of horses on one of my journeys for my day job. There’s a specific route I have to take to get to part of the county. It takes me through beautiful countryside and past what I believe is the back of a horse stud.
They were running, galloping around and around as if they were in some mysterious race only they knew about. I found a place to take my Jeep off the road and walked back to photograph them. I’d only taken a few minutes to do it, but when I reached the paddock where the fence allowed access, only two horses remained there, a white one with a long flowing mane and a tall glossy black one. Who knows where the others had gone, maybe over the hill through a gap in hedgerow I couldn’t see.
I stood by the fence and both horses walked down to me. I had climbed onto the bottom wooden bar of the fence and balanced there. The black one came right away up to me and nudged my shoulder. Then the white one pushed the black one’s head away, turned back to me, and nodded. I think they were used to someone coming along with apples or carrots, but it was funny, and so nice to have those two gorgeous animals communicate with me like that.
On my way back home after work the paddock was empty. That night I started writing, Night of the Horse.

A lonely young woman signs up for dance lessons. Two gorgeous guys find her as fascinating as she finds them. On the country road where she lives, she hears horses in the night, and opens her bedroom window to watch them gallop. They’re beautiful, a silver white horse and tall black horse...they turn to stare at her. Had they heard and understood when she sighed over them?

Today two of the main characters Jude and Rosie are visiting the blog.

Rosie, would you like to tell the readers about how you and Jude met?

Rosie: We met on the high street in the doorway of the art supply shop didn’t we Jude?

Jude:We did meet then. I liked her as soon as I saw her. That was before we actually met. I’d seen her around shall we say. I don’t want to give spoilers.

Rosie:That’s true because although I didn’t know it I’d watched him from a distance.

Jude: You did more than watch you sighed over me. You sighed over Justin too. That’s another story, but just so you know my best friend loves Rosie too. It’s all cool.
He leans across and kisses Rosie, then keeps hold of her hand.

Rosie, Can you describe when you first knew you were in love with Jude?

Rosie:That would be the first time we made love, it was sex that turned into making love. For me anyway. Although I liked him the moment I saw him, in the shop doorway. I wanted those arms around me right away.

Jude:I loved her from day one. I saw her in the country road where she lived and she passed the shop on the high street when Justin and I were moving the stuff in after we bought it. She hurried by and I watched her go. I said to Justin, ‘look at that lovely girl. The way she moves, her pretty hair, something about her makes me tingle.’

Rosie: You never told me that before. Justin said you were the one who said if it’s meant to be I’d find you both. That’s lovely Jude.
She leans across and kisses him this time .I better ask another question since now they are starting to get a little heated.

What’s one thing you might have changed about your story?

Rosie:Not a thing, since it’s the real thing. Although I’ve never been happy with my name, and that I’m not very tall, both Jude and Justin can tuck me under their arm.

Jude:That’s so sexy, Rosie, that I can pick you up and cuddle you into my body. You’re beautiful the way you are. As for me changing the story. More sex. Although there’s loads, I’m addicted to Rosie and I find it hard to keep my hands off her. I’m happy with the ending that’s the best ending ever.

Jude, tell us something about Rosie, how would you describe her in a few words?

Jude:She’s very pretty, slender, intelligent. I think she’s kind and generous, and she treats people really well. She’s brave too. She likes the countryside and animals. Starts to laugh and hugs Rosie.

Rosie, describe Jude in a few words.

Rosie: Very sexy, giving, clever, thoughtful, a great lover, knows what he wants or needs to do and goes for it. Very creative and talented artistically.

So what’s hot about the story?

Jude: Two gorgeous guys and one girl. The steam rises from the love scenes.  Two men who are so different, one whose gentle, sensual lovemaking wraps you in a haze of lust. The other whose hot, raw sexual need, wets you through and takes you on a wild ride to bliss. Who doesn’t dream of having both?
Now Rosie is stroking Jude’s arm, okay time for an excerpt.

How about you both choose your favorite scene from the book.

Rosie:It has to be a love scene for me, what about you Jude?

Jude:I think so, the hotter the better. (Grins)

                                     Chosen snippet, 18+
Jude made the slightest sound. “You’re not wearing panties.” He licked her thighs and stroked between them with his fingers, teasing her wet pussy until Rosie melted. She throbbed with need. Jude stood and held her to his body as he fingered her. Rosie leaned into him and turned her face up to be kissed as he pushed his fingers into her pussy, in and out, until she clung to him her mouth against his jaw.
She tried to unzip his jeans and fumbled about until he stopped kissing her and smiled.
“I’ll help.” He moved his fingers from her pussy and undid his jeans.
Rosie took hold of them and pulled them down his thighs until his cock sprang free. It looked so big, hard and thick, a rush of sexual longing made her breasts feel heavy. Cream ran from her pussy onto the inner tops of her thighs.
A murmur escaped her. “Oh, you’re only wearing jeans. It’s so sexy.” She pulled his jeans to his ankles. “You have no shoes on, Jude.”
His answer was just a sound as he stepped out of his jeans, pushing them off with his feet. Rosie knelt holding his cock low on the shaft. She took half into her mouth, and then ran her tongue around the head, before she sucked as much as she could into her mouth. Jude moaned and moved his hips. Rosie put her other hand between his legs and stroked his balls.
“Rosie. Rosie,” he whispered, breathing fast.
She let go of his cock and stood. Jude lifted her and carried her from the open field to the edge of the woods. The silver-white horse stood watching them as Jude lay Rosie on a patch of lush grass and leaned over her. “I need to fuck now before I lose it and come all over you, instead of in you.”
Rosie opened her legs and Jude lay between them. She guided him to her entrance, and then pushed her hips up to meet him as he thrust into her. It felt so good she moaned in relief at having him inside her. He thrust in and out as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His arms were next to her breasts as he supported himself, and the muscles felt hard, and sexy. She lifted her arms, holding his head to hers when he kissed her. He slowed his thrusts and moved his face back from hers to watch her face as they fucked.
“You’re beautiful, lovely.”
Rosie pulled his head back to have his kiss. He thrust his cock into her hard as his lips found hers. Rosie’s orgasm shot up through her as the very core of her body convulsed with delicious, mind numbing waves. The pleasure so great she held Jude’s head tight until she stopped coming.

06 July 2014
Welcome Jacey Holbrand!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly!  Congrats on your new release, The Encounter!  Can I say, your cover is super sexy??!!

I’m so excited! My story The Encounter is now available! 

The Encounter is the first book in a series I’ve started called: The Agency. An ‘advertisement’ for The Agency goes something like this: “Seen a ghost? Have issues with a poltergeist? Experienced a close encounter? If you’ve come across something odd and don’t know what your next step is, call The Agency. We’re here to help you regarding your supernatural needs.” 

Cool, right? (: I’m currently at work on the next few stories in this series, but for now check out The Encounter available from Evernight Publishing.

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

A]  I originally wrote the story for an anthology call where an alpha boss was to be paired with an assistant. I figured a story in the anthology would be a good start for the series I’m writing and then ‘poof’ the characters were there in the forefront of my mind ready to be written.

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

A]  Going for a walk helps to clear my mind, get the blood and thoughts flowing, and give my muse a happy boost.

Q) What are your upcoming projects? 

A]  As of answering this question, I’m waiting to hear on a submission for a steampunk series, I have more The Agency stories in the works and hope to get some shifter stories in another series going and out in an editor’s queue somewhere by the end of the year.

The Agency, 1
Evan ‘Zen’ Zenas is the top agent at The Agency and is known for his brusque demeanor. He’s also known to be tough on trainees. Those who find themselves under his tutelage usually don’t last long. When he’s assigned a new assistant, Seth Trivos, Zen’s faced with questions about his past he’s not too keen on answering.
Seth Trivos knew Evan once upon a time, loved him even, but when Evan disappeared, he unknowingly broke Seth’s heart. Now, he’s in Evan’s world as the newest recruit at The Agency, and he’s looking for answers.
Will Zen chase away another new assistant because he doesn’t want to open up about a past encounter or will being forced on a case together make him face the demons he’s been trying to hide from?
Be Warned: m/m sex

Zen threw his arms around him in a tight hold and claimed his mouth with wild abandon. Seth’s head reeled. He couldn’t believe he and Zen were kissing. Granted, it wasn’t anything like the soft moments and slow love making he’d imagined over the years, but he’d take what he could get at the moment.
Zen moved his hands up and down Seth’s back. The heated touch under his jacket and over his shirt seared his skin in a delightful way. Zen’s lips pressed upon his almost too violently. He swept his tongue out, forcing Seth to open his mouth.
Seth adored the taste of him, salty and spicy, and his scent of leather and earth as well.
God, for so long he’d waited to have Zen in his arms, his body close. Zen’s lips trailed down his neck. Seth reached up and cupped the back of Zen’s head. Zen pulled at his shirt, tugging it from the confines of his pants without breaking the kiss. In the process of kissing him, somehow Zen was able to unbutton and unzip both their pants and free their cocks out of the openings.
Desire rushed through Seth, clawing at his insides. Zen clutched at him like a drowning man scrambling for purchase on any floating thing to save him from the watery depths. Hands traveled over his shoulders, up his shirt, feeling all the nuances of his chest and back down to his rock-hard cock. The man held their dicks against each other, and Seth sucked in a long stream of air. The feel of their two satiny lengths rubbing together was a heady sensation.
Zen turned their bodies and laid them down. He stretched over Seth. Seth loved feeling the weight and heat of Zen’s strong body atop his. Still, Zen continued to kiss him, and he continued to surrender to the demand of Zen’s mouth.

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05 July 2014
Here are five quick things you might not know about my novel, Paper Kisses:

1) It was originally titled "The Love Dance".

2) The town this book is set in, Dexter, Missouri, is my hometown where I grew up.

3) It started off as a story, was converted into a movie script, and then I turned it into an ebook.

4) Alannah's name went through three different name changes.  (Sky has always been Sky)

5) Someone actually told me this line from the book, after watching The Tudors:  “I watched and then started to think about you, and how you
never look like those girls on that show anymore. You used to be sexy, skinny, and now you just sit on the couch all the time. I miss that girl you used to be. I miss the sex we used to have. I don’t find you attractive anymore."

To this day I've never watched that show.  I can't.  I decided Alannah was a good way to get that painful moment off my chest, although I'll never forget the words.  You can't un-hear something once it has been said.  Buddha said whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influence by them for good or ill. 

I am happy that this book has been pleasantly received.  From the reviews, people seem very surprised that they enjoyed it!  Alannah's confusion and pain is shared by many, which I think people can relate to.  This is a current review of Paper Kisses:


When Alannah’s husband tells her she’s boring and he doesn’t want to be married to her anymore she spirals into a world of hurt and confusion.  She decides to go back to her hometown in Missouri to figure out where she lost the confident girl she used to be. 

Speeding into town, she’s pulled over by her old best friend, Skylar Randall, now the town sheriff.  He’s still mad at her for leaving twelve years ago without a word of good-bye.  But suddenly Sky isn’t just her high school friend anymore, he’s morphed into a man who goes after what he wants, and he’s just declared he wants her.

But Sky’s private world is one full of bondage and in trying to silence the doubts in her head, he will tie her up as long as it takes for her realize that what she really left behind was faith, hope and whole lot of kisses.
** Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex


This is what I pictured Sky would look like.  Enjoy!

01 July 2014

Welcome Nikka Michaels!  Thank you so much for visiting with me at Written Butterfly!  I just read the blurb and excerpt for “His Assistant” and wow!  I’m in love already!

Hi Beth! Thanks for having me on the Written Butterfly today.

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of Justin and John’s relationship?

I loved the idea of applying a BDSM relationship with a power exchange to an office environment but flipping it. Instead of the high power executive John being powerful and in charge behind closed doors, his executive assistant Justin is in charge. I love the idea of the power shift.

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

I read a lot, and listen to music. I think reading is a vital part of writing. For each project I have separate play lists that I listen to that help me get in the writing frame of mind.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have a few WIP’s at the moment, both with my co-writer Eileen Griffin and solo. The collaborative projects include books three and four from the same universe of In the Raw and In the Fire coming out from Carina Press in October and November 2014. Books three and four are both foodie romances like the first two and one is MM and the other is MF. For a solo project I’m working on a MM novel with a vet dealing with PTSD and who finds a new life through volunteer service with a veteran’s organization.


These sizzling hot stories dare to explore the taboo world of office romance. From X-rated job interviews, controlling Doms, to the unprofessional use of office furniture—these seven stories have it all.

Our bestselling authors are determined to make you squirm. You may never see the office the same way again!

Cat Blaine, JC Holly, Xondra Day
Nicola Cameron, Noelle Keaton
Pelaam, Nikka Michaels



“I have several things to add to the next meeting’s agenda and I think you should take some notes, Mr. Ryan. You’ll find a notepad and pen in your desk drawer.”
John swallowed hard, as his handsome face flushed. No one told him what to do like Justin did; they all just scurried around to do his bidding. But Justin didn’t scurry. When John turned toward the desk, obeying orders, Justin knew what he wanted. Justin came up behind him, pressing the length of his body against his boss’s, and whispered in his ear. “On your knees, Jonathan. You do all your best work when you kneel.”



Nikka Michaels lives in the rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking, laughing and crafting romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs with heat. A voracious reader, novice knitter and music lover she’s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She loves to read and write M/M romance but believes everyone deserves a love story. She currently has three releases from Evernight Publishing: Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Eileen Griffin, “Waking up Wolf”, a M/M shifter romance in the Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology and “His Assistant” in the Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition Anthology. She has four short stories from Cobblestone Press including the MF novella, Christmas with Caden and three MM short stories from their Blue Line including Room Service, Lip Service and Mile High Service coming July 15, 2014.  Nikka is currently at work with her co-author on two M/M foodie romance novels, In the Raw and In the Fire set to release October and November 2014 from Carina Press.


30 June 2014
Welcome, J.J. Lore, to Written Butterfly!  Planet Alpha is a series near and dear to my heart because of my own wonderful experience of my own PA book so I'm thrilled to have her visit with me today!  I must say...that is one sexy cover!

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of this new Planet Alpha book?

A) One of the premises of the Planet Alpha universe is that Alphans are proud warriors, so I followed that logic to wondering what would happen to men who’d been wounded and were no longer fit to serve in active duty. They’d probably be denied a lot of the privileges of rank, but still wish to serve their comrades. That’s where the characters of Deklan and Leontus originated; they are too scared to fight but work at a remote military hospital attending to injured Alpha warriors. That’s where they encounter Aura, a human woman who’s been kidnapped and hurt by Xyrans. They offer to care for her until she’s well enough to travel back to Earth, and in the interim, discover she’s their perfect match.

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

A)All I need to get in the writing frame of mind is to be in a quiet house with a cup of hot tea in hand, but being a stay-at-home mom of a seven year old boy, quiet is rarely a component of my day!

Q) What are your upcoming projects?   

A)I’m about a third of the way through my next Planet Alpha manuscript, and have another sci-fi erotic romance in the daydreaming phase. I’m also polishing a sweeter sci-fi romance that will be published under another pen name. I love to write and have so many ideas. Someday I’ll have enough time to get them all down.

By J. J. Lore

Working to heal wounded Alphan warriors is the new duty of bondmates Leo and Deklan. Although recovered from severe injuries received on the field of battle, they are no longer fit to fight. Their orderly, all-male existence is turned upside down when an injured human female becomes their new responsibility.

Aura Tremain wakes up in an alien hospital, healing from a beating delivered by the scaly Xyrans who’d kidnapped her. Upon her discharge, two handsome Alphan men offer her refuge until she’s well enough to travel.

Even though Leo and Deklan know they will never be permitted to bond with Aura as their souls demand, they can’t ignore the desire she stirs in them. Her time with them is short, but so intense. Will the intimacies they share be strong enough to withstand the expectation that bondmates are for battle-worthy warriors? Can their passion bind the three of them forever?


It was strange to wake up in a bed with an alien male, no, two alien males, she amended. She glanced over to see Leo was still asleep, sprawled on his belly, his head cradled on his bent arm. Lots of thick muscles under gleaming skin on display. They both looked so strong.
She turned her head back to Deklan and jumped with surprise to find him watching her with half-closed, sleepy eyes.
“Sleep well?” he whispered.
She nodded. Deklan’s eyes crinkled at the corners. He inhaled and stretched his arms over his head with a sigh, inadvertently dislodging the sheet even further down his body. He was wearing dark pants so there wasn’t much more she could see, not that she should be looking any further. She couldn’t quite take her eyes off him, though. As he lowered his arms, the one closest to her nudged along her shoulder and coasted down her arm, his large hand finally coming to rest next to hers.  He edged closer and watched her for a moment. She could feel the heat of his body.
“Do I look very different?”
“Different than what?” Aura whispered back, unwilling to disturb Leo when he’d been so kind to her.
“A human male. I’ve never seen one in the flesh nor seen a human female until the ship landed.”
“You look different. Bigger, stronger. Your skin is…” She trailed off, not quite sure how to put her newfound affinity for gold.
“Is what?” Deklan rubbed his hand along his chest, bumping over swells of muscle, disturbing the fine black hairs tapering down his abdomen. His voice was rough, and the timbre of it vibrated some previously unknown part of her ear.
“It’s beautiful.” Her honest assessment resulted in a disbelieving smile from the Alphan lounging next to her.
“It serves its purpose. I’d never call it beautiful, especially compared to yours.” Deklan glanced at her face, then her shoulders and arms exposed by the borrowed tank she’d worn to sleep. She knew she was blushing since her face was so hot. In an effort to compose herself, she looked over at Leo to find he was still deeply asleep, unmoving from when she’d last seen him.
A large hand sliding along her arm brought her attention back to Deklan to find he’d edged closer and turned so he was curving against her now. Maybe he was just affectionate in the morning, maybe—
The sudden press of a hard cock against her hip made her shiver. At least, she assumed the hard, warm shaft she could feel through her thin clothing was a cock. Deklan was alien, so perhaps his equipment was different. Although why he’d be aroused in proximity to her was a mystery. Perhaps he was similar to a man and this was just the usual morning reaction.
“Your skin is so smooth and soft,” he murmured as he ran his fingertips along her hip, then her belly, cloth bunching up under his fingers, exposing some skin at her waist. The slight parting of fabric made her shiver, made warmth spike into heat along her nerves. “Not frightened?”
“No,” she whispered, caught up in the intensity of his gaze, the sheer sensual pleasure of having someone touch her.

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J. J. Lore needs three things; strong, black coffee, time to write, and…well…you can guess the third. When she isn’t inventing fantastical tales filled with passionate people, she’s shaking sriracha on whatever she’s eating or reading about the Justinian plague. For updates on her erotic romance releases, visit her at She’s also on Facebook at  and twitter @JJLore1
27 June 2014

 Hello, Jessica!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly!  I absolutely adore your cover for "Witch Way to Love"! 

When Breena McCall goes to find her wayward wand, the last thing she expects to find is the man destined to be hers. Instant attraction only goes so far, especially when her chosen one acts like someone pissed in his kibble.

Wolf Shifter Cade Milcom doesn’t understand the sudden urge to bend the witch over and take her every way imaginable. She’s sassy, sarcastic, and gets on his nerves from the beginning. And yet, he finds himself answering the distress call when she gets herself into trouble.

An accidental mating and a demon bent on blackmail make for an interesting few days, but it’s nothing Breena can’t handle. Maybe.

How did Witch Way to Love come about?
Believe it or not, it started from a flash fiction challenge. Well, the general idea behind the opening scene did anyway. I’ve actually wanted to write a sassy witch for a while and Breena just sort of blossomed in my head overnight. I started the story about a year ago, but all of the pieces wouldn’t come together. I’d get an idea, but I would run into a dead end and have to start over. Then one night, it sort of came to me in a moment of clarity. I sat down and started writing, writing like a woman possessed – and perhaps I was. Four days later, it was finished.


Lightning skittered across the sky, the brilliant flashes lighting up everything around her. Thunder boomed overhead, shaking the earth beneath her feet. The high-powered winds whipped her long, red hair around her head and made her fight for purchase on the pavement. It was a bad night out, for witches and mortals alike. If only she hadn’t lost her damn wand! What was a witch without her wand? Damn near mortal, that’s what. The heavens were going to open up at any moment and she would be drenched. Taking a witch’s wand was as good as stealing her powers. No, she didn’t need the wand to create magick, but if it wasn’t in her possession, her powers sort of…fizzled and died out.
Her high-heeled sandals were a poor choice of footwear at the moment, as she tottered down the sidewalk, following the beacon of light in the distance. She’d cast a locator spell in hopes of finding her wayward wand. She wasn’t certain if it had been appropriated by someone, or had merely wandered off, kind of like her broom had done the month before. Anyone who thought a wand was an inanimate object was a fool. It had a life force of its own. Otherwise, it would just be a piece of wood with pretty carvings.
The beam of light shooting into the sky started to flicker, and she worried it would sputter out completely. She could tell it was in the area the residents of Mayfair Heights called “the jungle.” Only shape-shifters lived in that part of town. Despite the ominous clouds in the sky, she knew there was a full moon tonight. She just had to hope whoever had taken the wand, or the lucky person her wand had chosen as its guardian, was in residence. It would be just her luck that the furball would be out on a run, even if the weather did leave a lot to be desired.
With the wind buffeting her small body, she felt like she was fighting an uphill battle, and wondered if she’d ever reach her destination. If her powers weren’t on the fritz, she could just translocate to wherever she needed to go. But, of course, on the worst night they’d had in months, she was stuck traveling on foot. She couldn’t even use her broom until she was at full power again. The damn thing refused to work. She completely blamed the tree sprite, the one who had gifted her with the branch used to carve the broom handle. It had obviously imbued some of its stubbornness into her broom.
Breena rounded another corner and sighed in relief. The home she sought was half a block away and lit up like the fourth of July, thanks to her little spell. She thanked the goddess that it had worked so well, or at all, for that matter. She couldn’t imagine having to find her wand the old-fashioned way, or having to hire someone else to cast the spell for her. How embarrassing! It was bad enough that things like this kept happening to her, but if the spell-casters guild caught wind of it, they’d pull her license to practice for sure.
As she neared the home, she took in the little details, like the gargoyles standing guard at the edges of the roof. She had no doubt they were the real thing and gave them a little wave. The red door stood out in stark contrast against the gray and black home, beckoning her closer. She stepped under the portico just as the rain began to beat down, a deluge really, and she thanked the goddess she hadn’t been standing out in the open just then.
She lifted her fist and knocked on the door, listening for any sounds of life within. No answer. She banged again, this time a little harder. The light from her spell spluttered and blinked out, leaving her standing in the dark. The fact that there were no lights on in the home, nor on the porch, told her that her query was probably out running wild, but she refused to give up.
Breena’s tiny fist pounded on the door for the third time. Grumbling under her breath, she gave the wood a good, hard kick, wincing as her toes met the unforgiving surface. She had just turned, and was about to leave, when the door flew open.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” growled a deep voice, a voice that zinged through her and made all of her lady parts take notice.
She spun around with a snappy retort on the tip of her tongue, but it died the moment she was faced with six-foot-six of yummy goodness. A button-down shirt hung open, leaving his scrumptious muscular chest in full view. Her gaze dipped down over six pack abs and she licked her lips, wanting to run her tongue over each and every inch of him.
“I’m, uh, looking for my wand,” she stuttered lamely, her brain having been fried by his hotness.
He smirked. “Oh, I have a wand for you all right, but I don’t think it’s the one you came looking for.”

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20 June 2014

Unleash your naughty side with Evernight’s Executive Assistant anthology…

These sizzling hot stories dare to explore the taboo world of office romance. From X-rated job interviews, controlling Doms, to the unprofessional use of office furniture—these twelves stories have it all.

Our bestselling authors are determined to make you squirm. You may never see the office the same way again!

Doris O’Connor, Leteisha Newton, S.J. Maylee
Michelle Graham, Allyson Young, Lila Shaw Elodie Parkes, Chacelyn Pierce, Jean Maxwell
Beth D. Carter, Jezebel Jorge Michelle Rhys

Manlove Edition
Unleash your naughty side with Evernight’s Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition anthology…

These sizzling hot stories dare to explore the taboo world of office romance. From X-rated job interviews, controlling Doms, to the unprofessional use of office furniture—these seven stories have it all.

Our bestselling authors are determined to make you squirm. You may never see the office the same way again!

Cat Blaine, JC Holly, Xondra Day
Nicola Cameron, Noelle Keaton
Pelaam, Nikka Michaels

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My story for the Executive Assistant Anthology is a nod to one of my favorite Harlequin Presents authors, Penny Jordan, who sadly passed away in 2011.  My teenage years was full of reading my mother's naughty romance books and she had a bookshelf full of Harlequins.  I loved the covers of the dashing men and beautiful women and knew that one day I wanted my name on the cover of books.

Back in the 80's, romance novels were a lot different than they are today.  Office romance wasn't that taboo.  There weren't sexual harassment plot lines, just dashing, brooding boss heroes and their over worked efficient secretaries.  I go back and read them and think about how much modern day offices would've made those secretaries lives easier.  No more carbon copy typewriters, or Dictaphones.  Well, maybe they still use Dictaphones somewhere, who knows?  Us modern day writers have to think of plot lines differently because of all the technology.  Back then, the heroine could get into trouble because she didn't have a cell phone to save her.  

Penny Jordan wrote amazing stories.  Her heroes were often times crass and they drank way too much, but wove such wonderful fantasies that even now, thirty years later, her fans still possess her books and reread them often.  In that sense, a writer will never die.  Her words will live forever.

"Suddenly" was written with her inspiration in mind.  


Dalton McCoy has lusted after his assistant, Bellah, for a long time.  One Friday night, Bellah is about to ask him for something but chickens out.  Wondering if she feels the same about him, he goes after her, only to save her from being assaulted in the parking garage.

Shaken, Bellah goes home with her boss, Dalton, not wanting to be alone.  Lust temporarily breaks down the barriers between them but he’s her boss.  What happens if he doesn’t feel the same as she?  Then again, what if he does?


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02 June 2014

Geoffrey DeWinter and his wife Keirah live on a dying Earth. The only refuge is an alien world that needs human women as mates, only Keirah refuses to leave her husband to save herself. Geoff decides to bring them to an auction house that takes married couples, accepting that he will have to share her with another.

Their shuttle is attacked by Xyran raiders looking for women and it's Keirah who defends them. When Captain Krig sees Keirah looking like an angel come to life, he wants her. The Alphan warrior wants her enough to accept her husband, thinking he will deal with Geoff in some way or another. But when a vengeful Xyran comes after Keirah they have to take refuge on a wilderness moon, forcing them to work together to survive. Is their love for Keirah enough to turn them into a family?


This book is a little different than the other two in the series.  I had a blast writing this, injecting a little bit of humor into the horrible situation.  Geoff is somewhat of a classic movie buff, but for him the classics are movies like "Saw".  I had to write him in a way that didn't come off whiny but he's a human stuck in a bad situation with having to share the woman he loves.  I hope, if at all possible, he's likeable and relatable.

I actually had to read the first two books in the series to write the epilogue and the bondmate ceremony.  There is a little twist at the end, something that Krig does to cement his commitment to both Geoff and Keirah, that I was adamant about.  

And the heroine, Keirah, had to be someone that an Alphan warrior would fall for.  So she's tough yet sweet.  Bold yet shy.  And loves her scent.

The Signature Song for this story was "Lost in the Echoes" by Linkin Park.

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He was big and muscular, and the moment their eyes met something zinged through her body. His horns sat high on his forehead and curled back toward his skull, the tips disappearing into his thick black hair. His blaster was held in his hand but down by his side, and she saw his golden eyes widen slightly as they took in her protective stance. The Alphan man looked first at her and then at the dead Xyran male at her feet.

“You killed him?” he asked in English, his words lightly accented. Goose bumps dusted across her skin as his deep, sensual voice washed over her.

Keirah lifted her chin. “I’d kill any man who meant to hurt me. Or Geoff.”

Again, the Alphan glanced around, lingering a moment on Geoff and the other unconscious men before looking at the women behind her.

“You must have taken him by surprise.”

“He said don’t hesitate. So I didn’t.”

“Have you ever killed a Xyran before?”

“No.” In fact, it almost made her feel sick how easy it was, but she wouldn’t show that weakness in front of him.

He nodded. “What are you doing on this ship?”

“It’s an auction ship,” she said. “There are some buyers willing to pay for a husband and wife.”

One of his eyebrows went up. He pointed to Geoff. “That’s your husband?”

“It is.”

His brow furrowed. “My name is Captain Krig. Commander Jorg sent out a distress call as soon as the Xyrans attacked, and we were on patrol, which is why we got here so quickly. You can put the blaster down now.”

She took a deep breath and slowly lowered the weapon.

“What is your name?”

“Keirah,” she said. “Keirah DeWinter.”

“You’re a loyal woman, aren’t you, Keirah DeWinter?”

Her eyes narrowed. He almost made that sound like it was a bad trait. At that moment, several more Alphan men walked up behind him, and Captain Krig conversed with them in his own language. She’d never had a reason to learn it, so she didn’t know what he was saying, but the next moment they were coming in the room and helping the unconscious men, including Geoff.

“Where are you taking him?” she demanded.

“The men will be taken to the medical bay on my ship,” he told her. “I would like for you to follow me.”

Did she have to? She wanted to follow Geoff. But the look on his face told her that he hadn’t requested her presence. He demanded it.

She tried to push down some primal instinct that warned her this man would change her world forever.

29 May 2014

Hi Lola!

Thank you so much for letting me read “Wrong Time for Love”.  I’ve read a lot of time travel stories so I can safely say that it’s difficult to write about battles, fights and history interestingly!

Q) You’ve written about a particular time in history.  What drew you to Scottish fight against the Norsemen and how did your muse come up with this story?

I’ve always been a history buff. Most historical romances seem to be set in the same time periods, so I wanted to try something new. A number of years ago I read a book that featured a battle between the Scots and the Norsemen. It had one offhand line about the Vikings carrying their ships across land to invade Loch Lomond. That sentence intrigued me, prompting me to do some research on my own. When I read more about all the circumstances of that final war between Scotland and Norway, I thought it could be a fascinating setting. I did way more research than I needed to, and learned a lot more than I could use in one book without turning it into a history lesson, so I might set another book there in the future.
I came up with Tristan almost immediately upon choosing the setting. Since all the Cupid’s Conquests books are set in the present, I had the idea to do a time-travel story. I also wanted to be able to explain to readers what was happening in Scotland at the time. Having a heroine from modern times allowed me to do that in an entertaining way, since she’d have all the same questions as the readers.

Q) Have you ever visited Scotland?

            I’ve been lucky enough to visit twice. I lived in London for four years (2002-2006), so I went there once as a tourist to see Glasgow and Edinburgh. Then I went a second time with some friends for New Year’s Eve in Glasgow, which was awesome. The Scots definitely now how to celebrate!
I haven’t been to the highlands, unfortunately, although I did a lot of research and looked at a lot of pictures in order to set my book there. I also spoke to friends who have been fortunate enough to travel through the highlands. Hopefully I’ll have the opportunity to go myself one day. It’s a stunningly beautiful place.

Q) “Wrong Time for Love” is part of the series Cupid’s Conquests.  You’ve done FBI in the first one, time travel in the second…can you give us a hint of the next book?

            At the moment I’m working on a stand-alone novel instead of another Cupid’s Conquests book. It’s romantic suspense, like my first book, but this time it’s set at a ranch on the Arizona strip – one of the most isolated areas in the U.S. The guests get stuck there due to a flash flood, only to discover there’s a murderer among them.
            I do have an idea for another Cupid’s Conquestsbook, though. One of my favorite parts in Wrong Time for Love was including Cupid as an actual character instead of merely a device in the prologue and epilogue. I’d like to do more with that. For my next one, I plan try a more comedic tale with Cupid trying to get couples together faster than ever before through a dating service.
            Since this series is made up of novellas instead of full-length novels, it’s a wonderful opportunity to try out multiple sub-genres of romance. As an author, that’s been invaluable to help me hone my skills and find the sub-genres I most enjoy writing. You can also see the styles of other authors who have written for the series.
            When I do write another novella for Cupid’s Conquests, I’ll be sure to let you know


Cupid's Conquests

Cupid decides something drastic is needed to help the once burned career-focused Raina open herself up to love. Breaking all the rules, he takes her back in time to medieval Scotland to meet the ultimate alpha male and rekindle her confidence in relationships. He doesn’t plan for them to fall in love, but even Cupid can't control the passion that ensues.

The 13th century was a treacherous time, and any alpha male in that era accumulated dangerous enemies. Will Raina survive long enough to find the love of her life? Will she want that love to be her Scottish Laird or the mystery man Cupid promised her back home?


Raina felt her breath catch at his touch. His eyes shone like two jades as they wandered across her face more passionately than any embrace. She felt consumed by his stare. Part of her longed for him to look away and release her, while the other desired nothing more than to remain captive and free to follow his lead without thought or consequence. His warm breath wafted across her face like a cloud enclosing them in their own little world. Her own hand lifted, to gently touch the dimple peeking out on his cheek before brushing a lock of hair falling across his forehead back away from his eyes.

The contact seemed to release something in him. He transferred his hold from her neck to her hips. She couldn’t help but notice his powerful warrior hands easily spanned her waist, making her feel more feminine than ever. The breeze flowed around them, blowing the skirt of her thin chemise against his muscled legs. He pressed his lips together, never taking his eyes from hers.

She swallowed hard. Dear God, how was she supposed to think with him looking at her like that? She knew the dangers of beautiful men with women lined up to seek their beds. A warrior like this, away for months at battles, surely would seek the company of camp followers, or tavern wenches and the like. Did men of this time even dream of staying faithful to one woman? At the same time, Chris had assured her he hadn’t brought her here to fall in love. If she only had Tristan for a short time, did she really care about his morals or loyalty? Could she simply let herself go and enjoy a night in his arms?

Having made up her mind that she could, no one was more surprised than she herself when she turned her face at the moment he moved forward to kiss her, leaving his lips with just her cheek. His eyes, blazing only a moment before, turned to ice as he released her.

“Forgive me, My Lady.” He gave a slight bow, surely meant to mock her with his emphasis on the formal title. “I must have misunderstood.”

Raina opened her mouth to protest, only she had no idea what to say. She wanted him desperately. No woman with blood in her veins could resist such a male specimen as Tristan. And for some extraordinary reason he wanted her, boring plain workaholic Raina. Yet she stayed silent as he turned on his heels and walked away.

With a sigh, Raina started to turn her gaze back to the stars when she noticed Chris standing on the wall-walk sadly shaking his head in disappointment. 

If you're unsure about the Cupid premise, don't be. This was a frickin' great book! I love it when I can't put a story down and this was such an interesting story I kept turning the pages, devouring the story in one sitting. In fact, the only thing I have to criticize is that it was too short! I would've loved to have more time with Raina and Tristan. Sure, there were certain issues like I wanted to know what happened to her first love to make her so distrustful of love, and I would've liked for Tristan to learn she wasn't from his time, but the story was written so beautifully that I really didn't mind those oversites. The author was well versed in her history, and I enjoyed learning about a time I knew nothing about. Many time travels put in the same old place but I really liked reading about the Norsemen trying to invade Scotland, and she wrote it in a way that wasn't boring! This is how you learn history. Fans of Diana Gabaldon will love this book, but if you're like me and never read her stuff, you'll still love this book because who doesn't love a hot Scotsman?
26 May 2014

Welcome to the release day of the Dreams & Nightmares Anthology featuring the awesome writing by D.X. Luc, C.E. Black, Amy Gregory, Danita Minnis, Kenra Daniels, Jennah Scott, and of course, Charlie Daye!  

Dreams and nightmares are like twilight; that misty place between fantasy and reality.
When your mind takes you on an adventure you didn’t sign up for and you become someone or something else, it can be delectable, terrifying, or both.
Dreaming of that sexy bad boy who seems out of reach? Be careful what you wish for, sometimes dreams really do come true. If you have the time, we have the past life to seduce you. Whether your fantasy is a lustful mermaid, an irresistible incubus, a vampiric predator, or an insatiable ghost hold on tight. You are on the most erotic ride of your life.
When your desires blend so thoroughly with the truth that you don’t know the difference, that’s when romance is but a dream.

My story for the anthology is titled “Across Everlasting” and there’s quite a story behind it.  About fourteen years ago I packed everything up and moved across country with two friends to live in Hollywood, California.  I knew I wanted to try to be a writer, and at the time I thought I wanted to write screenplays.  I diligently read books, got a job in a post-production house, and tried to go to parties to “mingle”.  I even had some success, although nothing too big.  I was an intern for Morgan Freeman’s company and it was my job to read screenplays and write impressions.  And I helped write a segment for the MTV Movie Awards.  Cool, huh?

But I quickly learned I didn’t like writing screenplays because they are very constrictive in how to unfold the drama.  Regardless, I had written three screenplays.  One was titled “Paper Kisses” which I turned into a novel.  Another was called “The Treasure Hunters” which I’m still trying to turn into a novel.  And the last was called “Across Everlasting”.  When Charlie asked me to be a part of this anthology, I knew exactly what story I was going to submit.

Kellen Tavist has had the same dream almost all her life.  A dream of battle, of war.  Of loss.  During a Halloween séance, she and her friends try to conjure the spirit of a departed loved one.  Instead they conjure a ghost from Kellen’s past life.

Unnerved, as well as a bit skeptic, Kellen’s life begins to unravel. Not only are her dreams growing stronger, but someone seems to want her dead.  As she tries to figure out her past life, freelance journalist Raney Williams tries to figure out what she saw that warrants shutting her up forever. 

The past and present are intertwined and she can only have a future if she can figure out the conflicting feelings that have come across everlasting time.


“Tell me about this spirit,” Mary said.
            “It’s comforting,” Kellen replied softly.  “Yet it’s warning me.  I can feel it’s terrified.  For me.  It’s worse than when I died.”
            With a loud cry, she is thrust out of the vision and out of the trance.  Kellen looked first at Mary and then at Raney, who sits with his mouth open.  His eyes are dark with some type of emotion she couldn’t identify.
            “What did you see?” Mary asked.
            Kellen reached up and wiped the tears off her cheeks.  “My death.”
            Without another word, she rose and grabbed her purse.
            “Please wait,” Mary said.  “You need to talk about this.”
            “No,” Kellen said.  “I need to forget.”
            She left the shop and made a beeline for her car.  She was almost there when Raney grabbed hold of her arm and brought her to halt.
            “I don’t want to believe!” she snapped at him.
            “I understand,” he said calmly.
            That took some of the wind out of her sails.  “But I don’t know what’s going on.  I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”
            He pulled her to his chest and cradled her.  She closed her eyes, pulling in his warmth and strength.  He felt so good…so right.
            “I may not know all what’s going on but I think I know who you saw that night on your balcony.”


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16 May 2014

Thank you for visiting with me for Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia.  May 17th is International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia.  To learn more, please visit their website:

My blog this year for HAHAT centers around the organization called The American Military Partner Association. There is, perhaps, no greater challenge than the call to defend our country.  Like police officers and fire patrol, the men and women serving in our armed forces are ready to lay down their life to protect our freedom.  Sometimes we forget that they are normal people like you and me, with a desire for love, happiness and home.

About The American Military Partner Association:

It is a non-profit organization for the partners, spouses, and families of LGBT service members and veterans.  By connecting, supporting, honoring and serving the partners of our nations "Silent Heroes", supporting them through the challenges of military services, honoring them for their commitment to our country, and serving them by advocating on their behalf.

Throughout the years of the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy, gay and lesbian service members were forced to either forego a relationship and a family or go to great lengths to hide their relationships in order to continue to serve in the armed forces. This situation rendered the committed civilian partners of gay and lesbian servicemembers virtually invisible. They could not be acknowledged, they could not be brought to unit or military functions, they could not access spouse and family support networks, and they were denied the family readiness services made available to the spouses and partners of heterosexual troops. This isolation was always particularly devastating when same-sex couples had to move together to rural posts and bases and especially when the active duty service member was deployed overseas. It is this disadvantaged plight that motivated Servicemembers United and the American Military Partner Association to step up back in 2009 and begin to serve this underserved – and often ignored – part of our American military family when DADT was officially repealed.

I want to thank all the men and women giving their service, and to their families for their unconditional support!

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Winner can chose either "You Can Run" or "A Wanted Man".  Blurbs are:

Delaney Vance is a trucker.  He works hard and works alone, which includes no hitchhikers.  Until Kyle.  The young man turns Del’s life upside down, emotionally and physically. Unfortunately, Kyle didn’t tell Del about the men hunting him…



The world has changed.  No one knows how the Z-disease happened, but no cure is available.  Humanity is a forgotten concept and to survive the scavengers and roaming plague scouts, one must blend in or become invisible.  And above all never trust anyone.  





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15 May 2014

Available now at Evernight Publishing ~ Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey Moss

The world of C.O.V.E.N. (Clans of Vegas – Endless Night) first appeared in Evernight Publishing’s anthology Keyboards & Kink (available here: at other fine e-tailers) in Casey’s story, AFK. 

In AFK, we saw a peek into I-D-8 Entertainment’s in-production MMORPG: Clans of Vegas – Endless Night, also known as C.O.V.E.N. when Beth and another gamer got sucked into the game for real.

Now, when it comes to Open World, it’s actually made up of parts from two novellas that had been previously published. Those stories were my very first published ones released in 2008 under my alter ego’s name. A few years ago, I received the rights back on them, and they sat in a file until this year. There’s been some major work done to revamp them from a sci-fi’ish plot to the computer gaming one present in the book today. I am so excited these stories, and more to come in the C.O.V.E.N. world, have found new life and a great new home with Evernight Publishing.

In the story, Open World, some of the employees of I-D-8 have joined together for a LAN party to test the game. For definitions on the computer gaming term: open world, check out

Here’s a look into the story…
~ Blurb ~
The world has broken out in wars. Las Vegas has been ravaged by chemical warfare and is now home to several clans and creatures.

Welcome to I-D-8 Entertainment’s newest game: Clans of Vegas—Endless Night.

Friends and family have gathered for a crunch time playtest of C.O.V.E.N.. When a horrible thunderstorm hits, everyone’s sucked into the game for real. In the MMORPG, Hope Collins is kidnapped by Buzz and forced to submit to his whims. Her boyfriend, Alden, has to delay his quest of defeating a clan’s prince to save her, but time and circumstance don’t seem to be on his side. Faith Collins is bombarded by strange dreams brought on by Buzz. Her boyfriend, Tavis, learns to dream walk, but can he help break the spell she’s under and save her before she’s lost to him?

C.O.V.E.N. is more than just a game. It’s a whole other world.

~ Excerpt ~
A hot trail of sweat trickled down behind Alden’s ear and slipped beneath the collar of his shirt. The world around him all of a sudden seemed off. Not sure if it was the spring heat of southern Nevada, the fire in the grill’s shallow pit or a twinge of foreboding raising his temperature, he shifted his stance and studied his surroundings. The atmosphere rippled away from him in an agitated wave, giving him the impression it wanted to consume everything it touched. Fine hairs lining the nape of his neck rose to attention and tickled his skin.
Feeling as if something menacing stared at him, Den spun from the barbecue. He held a pair of foot-long tongs in his hand like a weapon and scanned the small groups of people nearby. Coworkers wandered about. They ate from paper plates and laughed and talked about office antics, appearing to enjoy the afternoon. Others hung out under the open-air, wooden pavilion next to the community’s club house.
They all act as if they have no cares in the world.
But then why should they? The C.O.V.E.N. project hadn’t hit too many glitches. Several more months, God willing, the latest and greatest massively multiplayer online role-playing game, Clans of Vegas: Endless Night would hit the shelves. They’d all get their bonuses. He and Hope could finally take their relationship to the next level. Life promised to become great real soon.
Yet, despite his positive thoughts, another shiver swept through him. Not wanting to dismiss his ‘gut feelings,’ he squeezed the utensil, gritted his teeth and focused in on close conversations. People discussed the previous morning’s meeting. One man remarked, and those around him agreed, how wonderful it was when everyone functioned ‘on the same page,’ especially in terms of the C.O.V.E.N. project. It made each person’s workload progress much smoother. A pair of women walking toward him compared notes on their daughters’ recent ballet recitals. Some teens behind the adults chatted about an upcoming dance and who planned to take who. Innocuous topics.
Dammit. So then why do I feel uneasy?

~ Bio ~
Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

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