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17 December 2014
Dean Chambray is an arrogant, handsome, undercover crime boss, awaiting a certain man he must take down. Women line up for him, but when they put out, he puts them out.

Enter Amy Copeland, product of foster care, the streets and glitter of Vegas. Resolving to change her life, she abstains from relationships.

These damaged souls meet, and beneath the searing lust lies a deeper sense of belonging. Cautiously building a life together, Dean falls back into misogyny. Betrayed, Amy flees.

Recognizing his folly, he struggles to find her, while the pincers tighten around his small organization. Desperate, Dean resorts to kidnapping when she refuses to return.

It takes patience and considerable effort to convince Amy to trust him again, and accept he loves her. Then, caught up in a pre-emptive strike, her life is at risk. Dean must rescue Amy from certain death, making her his own, forever.

This is one of those books that takes you on an epic journey.  And like epic journeys, the words carry you into another realm.  I've read some of the reviews of people criticizing the word choices but this isn't a dumbed down, watery prose type of book.  It makes you think and expands your vocabulary in the process.  With that being said, the characters are what makes this story shine.

I read a lot of books.  And I'm a speed reader, so unless something catches my attention, I'm zipping through 80-100 page stories in one sitting.  Not with this book.  Allyson Young puts so much description into every thought that I actually took my time to savor Amy and Dean's love.  

And it starts out rough.  Both are emotionally scarred people, and Amy has decided having a one night stand on her birthday is an acceptable compromise to her "no men" rule.  Which is good because Dean wouldn't have taken no for an answer.  The awareness between the two is palpable, the sex super hot, and yet as soon as it's over, awkwardness sets in immediately.  She ends up throwing the strawberry flavored lube all over his truck.  

Amy is one strong, feisty heroine!

The good part about this is that she stays strong and feisty.  Over the course of a year, their romance blossoms slowly.  Dean begins to learn to trust.  To love.  When that's tested, Amy does what Amy does.  She walks away because that's who she is.  There was no last ditch effort of the author to create drama because this plot line was a natural evolution of both characters.  And it takes a lot for Amy to forgive him and let go of how Dean treated her.

I highly recommend this book who is looking for a strong Alpha male with human fallibility, a heroine that makes choices and sticks with them, and a best friend who needs her own book.  (**side note here, I had the pleasure and good fortune to read the first chapter of the next book and WOW!  Can't wait for it to be finished)

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14 December 2014

Hello Elodie!  Thank you for visiting Written Butterfly! 

Hi Beth, Thank you for inviting me to share news about my new release from Evernight Publishing, A Fairy Tale Romance.

The story is contemporary, fantasy romance. It’s set along the coast in the sumptuous Mediterranean, and bathed in warmth, which I felt was a fitting venue to contrast with the stark misery of my hero’s predicament.

The story is modeled on old fairy story motifs, where there is a fairy godmother style character, a prince and a princess. I so enjoyed writing this story because Thorn Valmont, my hero, is such a lovely, romantic man and deserves to be freed from the curse that befalls him. This is a sizzler of a story with erotic love scenes and threads of fairy tale mystery as we wonder what has happened to Thorn and how he’ll escape his lonely life.

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

As with most of my stories, the dynamics of the characters just happened as I told the story. I always know my hero and heroine plus the supporting characters really well and yet they sometimes take over. With Thorn and Grace I had to have them want each other right away but also there needed to be tension because Thorn is hiding a secret that does have an effect on when he can see Grace.

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

I observe people all the time, and do come into contact with many people. They are from all walks of life and often I’ll find things out about their lives that might otherwise be hidden. They’ll tell me things as they look around for items in the antiques place, or I’ll meet people who are selling the emporium their antiques and their story will come out.
I see a lot of loneliness and that often goes into my stories. I’m influenced by emotions I see around me. I think that despite the nuclear life most of us lead, there is still a huge yearning for love and belonging.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’ve just signed a contract with Evernight Publishing for a contemporary love story with BDSM references, Rescuing Cade. It’s different (smiles).

I’m working on a Sci-Fi romance, a paranormal romance for a serial, and another fantasy romance. Not enough hours in the day for all my ideas to come to fruition, and sometimes I discard ideas through lack of time to write the story.

About the book, A Fairy Tale Romance

When delectable Thorn Valmont buys an old palace to renovate on the Mediterranean coast, he never dreams it will cost him his freedom.
Thorn is part of an aristocratic family. He’s a prince and must find his princess to solve a puzzle he inherits from the ancient owners of the Mediterranean palace.
Will he find her in time to stop his loneliness destroying him completely?

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The memory of the young woman’s long slim legs and firm thighs filled his head as he walked home. He imagined caressing her. He would trail his fingertips up the back of her thighs to tease inside the cutoff bottoms of her shorts. It was so long since he’d felt the skin of a woman and yet he could almost conjure up that softness at the top of a thigh where it joined the enticing base of her ass. Thorn sighed sadly and shook his head. He had never come to terms with his lack of sex. Sometimes, after a week or so of ignoring his needs he would masturbate before darkness fell. He always felt better afterwards and told himself to do it more often, to give himself that comfort, but often sadness stole away the notion and he’d drift through his existence until he suddenly realized he needed the release of orgasm.
Thorn knew that he needed it now, before darkness fell. He practically sprinted up the zigzag path to his home, resolved to ease the pain of loneliness that the sight of the lovely young woman had deepened. Inside his bedroom, he closed his eyes and found it easy to picture her mouth, the plump bottom lip, the way her hair tendrils had stroked there, and then he unzipped his jeans.
He paused and thrust away the memory of Grace. He needed quick relief.
Thorn brought to mind one of the last real sexual encounters he’d had with a woman. It was a hot memory and one he’d used before. They’d met at a party, instantly attracted in a superficial sexual way, they agreed to a moonlit tryst in the garden of the big house where the party was being held.
He’d stalked to the girl waiting in a small stand of trees, stripped her quickly, and lifted her to slide with her to the grass. His arm around her bare waist, and a hand cupping her pussy, he’d subconsciously stored away the feel of her wet arousal on his palm and could bring that to mind.
He recalled the words she’d said to him then, as he took his cock in his fist and pumped.
She had said, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want everything, your tongue, your fingers, and your cock in me. I want to suck you until you moan and your cum fills my mouth.”
Thorn groaned as his cock hardened and he whispered the words, “Fuck me.” He pictured licking the girl’s pussy, her legs wide apart as she lay in the grass and his stomach clenched. His orgasm teased at him and he leaned on the edge of the chest of drawers bent over with the urgent need to come as he built a rhythm. He focused on the memory of her nipples between his lips, the way she’d sucked his cock, the taste of her cream on his tongue. Thorn pumped hard and his orgasm suddenly burned through him. As the waves of pleasure coursed in his balls and forced the cum to spurt in warm streaks over the back of his hand, he saw Grace as she’d looked at him on the beach. He saw her green eyes and perfect lips. The picture in his mind added sweetness to the orgasm. He shuddered and groaned.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Evernight Publishing All Rights Reserved

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About Elodie:
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.
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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11 December 2014

Thank you so much for letting me visit and talk about my new novella, My Pregnant Boyfriend.  My editor suggested that male pregnancy stories were popular but authors seemed to have a difficult time with writing such a story line, but being the outgoing, open minded person that I am I thought "Why not?"

Of course, I had to think a believable reason how a man might get pregnant.  I didn't even think of the alien way (my friend Jacey Holbrand came up with a fabulous story about that! Look out for Breeding Seth in January from Evernight.).  Instead, I turned to a shifter story, with the idea that nature always finds a way to survive.  Nature adapts, changes, so I thought, why wouldn't it do the same with animals?

I began to research extinct animal races and came across an interesting species called Homotherium.  They were a type of scimitar toothed cat (saber tooth) that died out abruptly about ten thousand years ago, about the same time that humans began to cultivate the land.  I thought that was an interesting coincidence.  Also, it's rare to find full skeletons of the cats.  My imagination soared.

I came up with Peter, on the run from a hunter, and the last of his kind.  Instead of fighting, he's learned to run and hide, but the hunter is relentless and hunts him almost to the point of death.  He's saved by Ethan, a cougar shifter, and the two find an instant attraction.

I had a wonderful time writing My Pregnant Boyfriend.  I'm interested in writing more mpreg stories so any feedback would be great!

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

 This book is part of the My Boyfriend Is... series.  They are all stand alone books, dealing with a man who finds out his partner/boyfriend is a supernatural creature.  There is My Werewolf Boyfriend, My Vampire Boyfriend, My Alien Boyfriend, this one, and one last one before the New Year comes ringing in.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Up next is My Ghostly Boyfriend, the last one in this series (for a while!).  I'm going to focus on a new series, a shifter/male pregnancy story line. 

Ethan Rushton can’t believe his eyes when he discovers the type of shifter of shifter he’s saved from a hunter.  The long incisors hanging out the mouth, the sloped hindquarters…it’s a saber tooth cat come to life.

Peter Neren’s been running his whole life.  For ten thousand years his species has been a secret but now he is the last of his kind.  He doesn’t know if he can trust Ethan, but he’s got to try because it’s time to take a stand.

Their attraction is instant, and once they act on their passions nature has found a way to ensure the survival of the species…leaving Peter pregnant.  He will do anything to protect his unborn cub, and so will Ethan, even if that means becoming bait to hunt down the man trying to kill them both.


            The man was a little shorter than his own six foot, the muscles more streamlined which was probably from being on the run.  His hair was shaggy, the blonde locks almost white in the overhead light.  With a firm ass and nicely curved cock, Ethan fought the urge to drool.  Like the cat, he had pale blue eyes ringed with dark lashes.  Their gazes met in the mirror and as they stared at one another, something buzzed between them.  Ethan’s cougar pushed to the surface and he had the strangest urge to purr, which was extremely odd.  Cougars were solitary creatures, preferring to live wild on their home ranges.  It was one of the reasons why he moved deep into the Canadian Yukon.  There weren’t that many cougar shifters around.       
He held out the clothes.  “I, ah, have some stuff you can wear.”
“I see that.”  Even his voice held a punch and Ethan’s cock took notice of the smooth baritone.  “My name is Peter.  Peter Neren.”
“Yeah,” Peter nodded.  “I remember.  Thank you…for what you did back there.”
“I scented you,” he admitted.  “I trailed you to make sure you stayed away from the human population.”
“Don’t worry.  As you can imagine, I have no desire to be around humans.”
Ethan pointed to the wound.  It wasn’t bleeding, and although it looked angry, the tissue around it was a healthy pink.  “Do you think you need to be stitched up?”
Peter shook his head.  “I healed a lot in my cat form.  Just bandages and some antibiotic cream should be fine.”
“In the medicine cabinet.” 
The words died but the thick tension that hung between them didn’t dissipate one bit. Ethan couldn’t seem to drag his gaze off Peter…who currently stared at him as if he had a screw loose.  Maybe he did.  What else could account for the odd feelings coursing through him? 
Peter bit his lip.  “Listen, I know you have questions, but could I answer them after I clean up?”
That snapped Ethan out of his daze.  “Christ, sorry.  I’m still a little shell shocked, I think.” Ethan slowly backed out the door.  “I’ll make us some dinner. 
They continued to stare at one another.  Ethan had to mentally fight with himself to not look down at the sinfully delicious body in front of him.
“Anything else?” Peter asked him.
“Uh, no.  I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Peter walked toward him, and Ethan’s heart exploded with excitement.  Holy crap, was he about to get up close and personal with this exotic, and by exotic he meant extinct, shifter?  He stared at Peter’s mouth, wondering how soft those lips would feel under his.  Or wrapped around his cock.
Peter shut the door in his face.

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10 December 2014

Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! What a great cover!

Thanks so much for letting me visit today!

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

Ah, it’s funny you should ask, because I had the Title for this story first. I was cooking dinner and Bought for Christmas popped into my head.

Hmm, me thinks, who’s been bought for Christmas and why? First thing I did—still while cooking dinner, lol—was search the title on Amazon. No other book with that title, great.
Then I thought, hmm the heroine has been bought by the hero…. Hmm why…
I got my laptop out to jot all this down and ran the very basics of the story via my reader group. They loved the idea, and by the time I had finished cooking, I knew my hero was a scarred, bear shifter, considerably older than my heroine, and once the kids were in bed, I started writing… and writing… lol

Emilia and Hunter were such strong voices in my head that the story literally wrote itself. 

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

Not really. I write when my characters talk, and fortunately they tend to be pretty vocal. I’ve learnt that I do need quiet to write well, though, so I switch off the internet, shut my bedroom door, and write.

Now my youngest is at nursery in the afternoon, those three hours are my writing time. I also go into my writing cave at the weekend, when hubby is home to field the kids, and my fingers fly. I aim for a minimum of 2K a day when I’m actively writing a story. If I manage more than that, even better.

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

Well, a slice of real life always finds itself into my books. On the most basic level, I’m a collared sub to my hubby/Sir, so some of our dynamic will always find itself in there. *grins*
And yes, just like my heroines I tend to be rather bratty. Having said that, I don’t write about us. He’s always happy to help with research, of course, but it’s my characters’ stories I’m telling, and as I’m a complete panster I never know how that will go.

It’s quite a journey in every book.

I have named villains after folks I don’t like, and they may or not have found a gruesome end…

Likewise, I have used reader’s names for my heroines etc. Makes it fun, you know.
One thing I do strive for is to portray BDSM as accurately as I can. Every D/s relationship is different and unique of course, but you will always find my characters practice safe, sane, and consensual.


I’m the beast, haven’t you heard….

Christmas is supposed to be a time for miracles and one will surely be needed when Emilia Duncan finds herself sold to the beast to save her father’s company. Having lusted after the much older, enigmatic man for as long as she can remember, spending the Christmas weekend as his submissive will satisfy her raging libido, but can she protect her heart?

Bear Shifter Hunter Monahan cannot stand idly by when Emilia is thrown to the wolves. There is only one shifter who will get his claws into her and that’s him. The contract ensures her submission for the weekend. Too bad his bear wants much more than that.

Hunter is used to hiding behind his gruesome scars, but in the bid for Emilia’s heart, that is not an option this time.  Isolated in his cabin, it’s not just the snow that melts. 


“I said you’re mine, kitten,” he finally said, and Emilia’s heart leapt for joy. “You always will be, but I want to see you happy. You don’t need to be settled with a cynical, scarred bear shifter like me, especially as your father will never talk to you again, if you do.” He put his hand up when she was going to interrupt him, and continued.
“No, let me finish. He is your father, and I know you well enough to know that you love him and that good for nothing brother of yours. Despite what you said to them when you left, you could no more turn your back on them than you could stop breathing, and that’s one of the many things about you that I…”
His bear growled, and Emilia forgot to breathe at the struggle she sensed in him. She scooted closer and put her hand on his tense thigh.
“You what, Sir? Please don’t clam up on me now,” she said.
A grim smile kicked up the corner of his mouth, and she leant in closer to kiss that spot. A growl erupted from his chest, and before Emilia could blink she was on the floor with him towering above her. Right now he didn’t look very much in control of his bear, and that thought sent adrenaline coursing through her body.
Holding himself off of her with his hands placed next to her head, and his arms locked, he ground his groin against hers and the solid heat of his erect cock meant that Emilia’s hormones took over. Moisture flooded her underwear, and her nipples tried to poke through the soft fabric covering them. As comfortable as her jumper was the fabric chafed against the sensitive peaks, and Emilia bit her lip to stop from whimpering her need.
Hunter groaned and bending his head claimed her mouth in an earth shattering kiss that left her breathless and so needy she was going to scream if he didn’t do something other than kiss her.
He pulled away, and the heat in his gaze sent her arousal into fever pitch. Emilia shifted her legs wider, and they both groaned as he settled himself right between her legs.
“Fuck it, Emilia. I can’t do this anymore. I want you too damn much.”
Hunter’s voice came out distorted, and more of his bear showed as his muscles expanded and he grew bigger above her.
“Then have me, all of me, please.” Emilia gasped her reply, all too aware of the barely leashed aggression that poured out of his very pores. It should send her running, yet it had the opposite effect on her. Beads of perspiration slid into her eyes, clouding her vision. Trapped as she was under his bulk, her clothes felt heavy and restrictive, and Hunter seemed to burn hotter still, as he grew perfectly above her. His nostrils flared and he inhaled roughly, as though he, too, had trouble drawing air into his lungs. Emilia blinked to clear her vision, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his fangs. His incisors grew longer, more menacing somehow in the orange glow from the fire, and she didn’t dare breathe when he dipped his head and ran those lethal teeth along her neck.
“This is your last chance to cry red, kitten. This time when I fuck you, I will claim you, body and soul. You will be mine, to carry my mark, so that everyone will know who you belong to. I want to cover you in my cum, bite you all over, and leave my marks on you forever. Do you understand me?”
Emilia nodded, utterly unable to get her voice to work, and Hunter threw his head back and roared. The vibrations of that growl shook the very ground they lay on, and she locked her ankles behind his ass to enable her to grind her hips against the solid bulge in his jeans. So close. God, she was so close already, if only….
Hunter bucked and dislodged her, until she lay winded, face down on the rug. Hunter yanked her jumper up and her leggings down, and the first hard, stinging swat of his hand on her ass took her breath away. Several more followed in quick succession, and then he lifted her on her knees, and pushed her upper body back down into the rug. Her jumper gave way with an audible rip, as he used his claws to get if off her.
“Do. Not. Move.” Every growled word was accentuated by another swat to her ass. Heat spread across her skin, and she jumped when he replaced his hands with his teeth, while pushing several fingers into her wet pussy.
Emilia whimpered and mewled like the kitten he called her, as he fucked her with his fingers, while marking her body with his teeth just like he’d promised, until her skin was just a mass of hot sensation. Up and down her spine into the hollow of her back, over her ass and the insides of her thighs, until she didn’t know which part of her he hadn’t reached.
Pinned in place by his clawed hand on her shoulder, and his fingers buried deep inside her, keeping her teetering on the edge of her release, she had nowhere to go.
Emilia whined when he withdrew his fingers, and Hunter pushed his digits, slicked by her arousal, into her mouth, and smacked her ass again. Emilia bit down, and the taste of her arousal mixed with his blood, and Hunter grunted his approval.
“Fuck, yes. Do that again.”
His claws sliced through her shoulder, while he dug his fingers deeper into her mouth and jaw. The pain just added to her arousal until her whole body felt on fire. Teetering on the edge, she screamed, as he ran his thick cock through her wet slit and then drove in deep.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. You’re mine.”

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Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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09 December 2014

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Sandra Bunino is a romance author of several novellas including The Satin Rose Experience series. Her first full-length novel, Colors of Us from the McAvery Brothers series, released in August. She makes her parents proud by putting her MBA degree to good use dreaming up heroes who resemble David Gandy whenever possible. When not staying up past her bedtime torturing her oh-so-sexy heroes, she can be found shopping for shoes or saving turtles.
As a social media junkie in need of a ten-step program, you can also follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and her new addiction, Pinterest. Sandra loves to read and chat with other readers, so she formed the Bunino’s Bookalicious Babes group on Facebook where they currently share their love of Jamie Fraser from Outlanders…and David Gandy, of course.
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08 December 2014

 Hello, Mira!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  Congratulations on your new release “I Met a Boy”.

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

Thanks so much for having me!

The story of an older man with a younger woman has been around a long time. And it's a little bit kinky and taboo, and I love both of those things. It's kind of naughty, the feeling of a wiser older person of "power" who kind of takes advantage of the innocence of the younger person, and corrupts them. (And obviously, only when all the players are over 18 can this be sexy.) 

But I wondered what the story could be like, if the older person was a woman. And what if the woman was the innocent, uncertain and inexperienced in true love and desire, almost virginal in her lack of experience with real passion, real connection? What if we made the younger man the "aggressor," a fledgling dominant who's somewhat experienced? I wanted to turn things on their head a bit. I wanted Nicolas to be overt and hungry, a bit of a wild thing, with deep dark passions he can't quite control, but he's trying to respect Danny, our heroine. If you've ever dated a man aged 18-25, you've experienced this kind of primal drive. It can be overwhelming and breathtaking, like a great big wave you can't get away from. And if it's the right combination, you enjoy being overwhelmed. Men are in their prime, eager and bursting with desire, and they are childish and adorable, aggravating and breathtaking at the same time. I wanted to build a male character who had his weak moments but who had the potential to develop into someone likeable and mature. But for right now, he's being a boy, and his desire and beauty are irresistible to a woman who hasn't been wanted or treated in quite this way before in her life

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

Wine, sexy music, a hot bath or a shower. I find water loosens up the tight, stressed muscles and gets creative juices in the body and the mind flowing. This also totally sounds obnoxious, but I do my best writing when I'm travelling, and totally free from stress. So that idea of a writer in a cabin in the woods -- I prefer a beach in Hawaii! -- it really does work. The world you live in daily can put a pressure on your mind to think about duties, chores, responsibilities, when to create your mind really needs to be free of all that. But it isn't cost-effective to always travel, so I try to at least have no distractions like the TV or people around, and a clean space and dedicated block of time for writing.

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

Ha! Let's say 30%. Most of it is fantasy, but sometimes the fantasy comes from a little bit of truth. For example, I've definitely been the older woman with a younger lover. Little moments I portray may have been something I actually did, or, something I would have done, given the setting or opportunity. And sometimes they're just pure fantasies generated only for the purposes of my characters, or the story I want to tell.

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

They definitely develop as I write. However, and this is weird to say -- I generally know who they are, in essence, very well in my head before I even start. I know the character of the person, and little vague details like "long hair" or "honey skin," or "tall," or "curvy." Their values, their aura, all that -- it's all in my head, like a mini movie reel or trailer, or even a blurry photograph. And I know the general way they behave. But this is all in my head, nothing's written out or outlined. So then I start writing with this character in mind, and they get clearer as they go. The way they talk, the choices they make, their attitude or personality, these things were there but muddy; they get refined and sharp, and evolve with the story as I put them through challenges and conflict.

 Q) What are your upcoming projects?

So, I've got an angsty "erotic coming of age" novel set in 1930s Singapore that I've been sitting on top of for ages. It's basically ready and just needs the final edit for polish. And I've got another that's still in development set in the English-country-side in the late 1800s. This one's my erotic/paranormal take on the classic gothic romance, told from the male lover''s point of view.

Mrs. Danielle Russo lives a picture-perfect life with her charismatic husband. She has a beautiful home, and everything she could ask for. Except everything isn’t what it appears to be: spending every waking minute as Marcus’ model wife is starting to take a toll on Danny.

To cope, Danny lives a rich, secret inner life through her job as an assistant curator and the support of a few friends. She’s accepted that her future will be quiet, restrained, and dignified. And then she meets a young man at dinner who changes everything.

Nicolas Thierry is a brooding and sensual college kid. He’s unpredictable, and unapologetically public about his desire for Danny. No one quite knows what to make of this boy, and Nicolas’ attention threatens everything she and her husband have built together.

Danny knows that for her own sanity and the sake of her marriage, she’s got to send him packing. But under Nicolas’ smoldering gaze and hungry touch, Danny realizes she’s starting to feel new and dangerous things stirring inside her she’s never, ever felt before.


             Very deliberately, Nicolas walks around the desk, stands beside it, and looks right down into my eyes.
I swallow. His eyes are a problem. They are so huge, so frightening. They stir things in me I can’t even name. He looks like he’s about to do something, something reckless. Panic makes me try to reason with him.
            “Please, Nicolas, just . . . why are you doing this? Why can’t you just respect my answer?”
            He kneels at my side, puts his hands on the arms of my chair, and turns me to face him. I feel the trembling start, the same faint trembling I’d had at the car after I’d gotten home that night, and I try to stop. But it’s hopeless.
            Nicolas’ eyes, wide and framed by the black lashes that have haunted me since that night, lock intently on mine as he speaks, softly. “Because your answer, no matter how much you tell me otherwise, is yes. I can see it in your eyes.”
            I swallow, licking my lips. I try to find the right words. “Then . . . then let me live with the one I’m telling you out loud.” I shake my head. “Teach me a lesson. Leave me the way I am.”
            He doesn’t answer. He puts a hand to my cheek, and strokes it. I gaze back at him, not having anything else left in my brain to defend myself with. All I feel is the hot, firm slide of his fingers, and those ocean-deep blue eyes.
            “Part your legs, Danielle,” he says.
            It takes me a moment to understand what he’s said. I blink, startled. “Wh-what?”
            He doesn’t bother with any more words. He puts his hands on my knees and pushes them apart. I start to pull away, to push away, but he does not let me go, and he comes between them, and up, and his mouth, relentless, oh so deliciously stubborn, finds mine.

Passion. Decadence. Drama. Mira Noire doesn't pussyfoot around. If you're looking for the typical happily-ever-after with the same old characters - they aren't here. Mira writes visceral scenes that are so real you can taste (and smell!) them, and loves to feature flawed characters you may not always like. Like or not, you'll definitely love watching them, and hopefully enjoy following them on their intensely personal erotic journeys. Mira lives in the San Francisco Bay Area, loves to travel abroad, and has a B.A. in English from Stanford University. Visit Mira at to get to know her world a little better.

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05 December 2014
December 5th thru 8th, 2014

SONS OF ANARCHY lanyard Give-a-Way!

In honor of the early download of my new release, Along Came Merrie (Red Wolves Motorcycle Club Book 1), I have up this lanyard for a prize.

What is an early download?  If you go to the Totally Bound website and buy the book you can read it now.  If you wait for Amazon or another site, like All Romance Ebooks, you'll have to wait for General release on January 2nd, 2015. 


Merrie Walden is in the wrong place at the wrong time.  She’s attacked by a vicious outlaw biker bent on shutting her up permanently when she sees something she shouldn’t, but luck is with her and she manages to escape by jumping out of a moving car.  She’s found by horse rancher Braden McClintock, who takes her to his adopted brother, Leo Cloud Dancer, for medical attention.

As she heals in the home of the two men, Merrie begins to realize that she’s falling for both of them.  Braden is taciturn while Leo is outgoing and both reach a deep seated need that she hadn’t even realized she had. 

But before she can figure out if they can share a happily ever after, she has to survive the biker who’s found out where she is.  Because even if she doesn’t know what she witnessed, he sure the hell does. 

And he wants her silent. 

The Red Wolves Motorcycle Club has lived by the outlaw code, until now.  When a human-trafficking ring moves into their territory, they will stop at nothing to defend their women. The Red Wolves protect what’s theirs, but now they’re fighting the war with justice, and finding love along the way.

 Book Two: Coming Soon  
North Tabion and Givon Halloran have been friends for all their lives.  Each has survived an abusive father, only to end up on opposite sides of the law as adults.  Givon is the town sheriff while North is the leader of the outlaw motorcycle club, the Red Wolves.  But they’ve managed to maintain a friendship that means everything to them.

Allison Evening is on the run, hiding out from an ex bent on vengeance and tending bar when she’s kidnapped to be sold into human trafficking.  In a desperate attempt to free herself, she runs, only to be shot down and left for dead.

North and Givon are in the right place at the right time.  They save Allis and as they nurse her back to health, the three find a bright, burning love.  But when her past catches up with her, the only way to save herself and her newfound love is if she, North, and Givon can follow love’s true path.


In order to win the Sons of Anarchy lanyard, tell me which moment on the show moved you to tears. (I've had many, but the saddest in my opinion was when Opie died) Make sure you leave a way to contact you.  One winner will be chosen at random.

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***I will also be running a Christmas Give-a-Way plus on January 2nd, 2015, I will be having another contest to win a Harley Davidson Las Vegas t-shirt!
04 December 2014

Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 
Thank you for having me. I love the name of your blog.

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

Not really. Though, I do like writing early in the morning. I get my best/most writing down between six and eleven.

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

Yes. Mystic Hearts is the second book of The Band of Friends series. The series surrounds a group of friends, some FBI some not, who meet once a week for Cocktail Hour at one of the friend’s restaurants, The Memory Café. When they’re not having drinks and eating comfort food, they’re battling terrorist, rescuing people, and solving murders, along with figuring out their own crazy lives. Here’s more on Mystic Hearts:

Temptation landed at Special Agent Larry Newman’s feet—literally. Charlene Smith captured his heart after he rescued her from terrorists two months ago. A failed relationship and being an abused child have turned him into a loner and workaholic. The scars weigh heavy on him and keep him from pursuing her. So what’s a guy to do when the woman he pines for passes out in front of him while working a case?

Battling psychological wounds from abduction is easier than coming face to face with the sexy FBI agent she’s fantasized about for months. A single mother, avoiding the drama that dating would bring to her son’s life, she allows Larry close only in her dreams. Now, she's second-guessing her decision. Should she have a relationship with this man who makes her feel alive just by being close?

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

In the Band of Friends series, the settings are places I know. The bond the friends share with one another, I take from personal experience. The friends I’ve made over the years, and have continued to keep in touch with, are much like the people in this book, minus the bombs and gunfights. Instead of a weekly cocktail hour, we get together at least once month at a winery, brewery or lake.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Deceptive Hearts, the third book in the Band of Friends series, will be Paul’s story. I’m still in the drafting stages. I rather not go into details as to the plot, just yet.

Breaking All Barriers will be releasing soon. I haven’t received a firm date, but I’m expecting a December, early January release. Here’s the blurb:

Businessman Cole Dunbar stays focused inventing the latest techno gadgets. When he learns of his deceased wife’s betrayal, he shuts the door on any personal relationships. There’s just one problem—the sexy Dina Wright who lives down the hall. He can’t keep her out of his thoughts and fantasies. When he sees her frightened on a New York City street, he tosses aside his reservations and reaches out to her.

Dina is high on life. Not only is she starting an advertising agency and her best friend is returning to NYC, an honest-to-God hunk is sending her spine-tingling looks. Despite past betrayals interfering, the budding romance picks up momentum, but Mother Nature spins her wrath. Amidst the chaos, Dina vanishes.

I’ve also have written the first book in the Risk Takers series about a group of retired special ops military who support law enforcement and government agencies.

Run The Risk’s blurb: When Tara Sweeney witnesses a murder by a Chicago crime organization she is swept away by Risk Taker, Jeb Phillips, lands in a fake marriage and heads to the east coast in the Witness Security Program.

On the run and in danger, Tara and Jeb’s unusual circumstance and the trust they have to bestow on one another to survive has Jeb pushing past his two date rule and Tara wanting to give a man her heart for the first time in her life.

Coming to print soon.

Nothing is as it seems….

Temptation landed at Special Agent Larry Newman’s feet—literally. Charlene Smith captured his heart after he rescued her from terrorists two months ago. A failed relationship and being an abused child have turned him into a loner and workaholic. The scars weigh heavy on him and keep him from pursuing her. So what’s a guy to do when the woman he pines for passes out in front of him while working a case?

Battling psychological wounds from abduction is easier than coming face to face with the sexy FBI agent she’s fantasized about for months. A single mother, avoiding the drama that dating would bring to her son’s life, she allows Larry close only in her dreams. Now, she's second-guessing her decision. Should she have a relationship with this man who makes her feel alive just by being close?

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Cait’s bio:
From writing ‘every girl’s dream heroes’ to ‘strong, down-to-earth heroines,’ Cait Jarrod twists ‘cliff hanging plots’ and ‘clever, unpredictable sub-plots’. She loves diving into a good book as much as she loves writing one.
Mother of three gorgeous daughters, she’s married to her best friend, hangs out with the WWC, a great group of women, and loves a good glass of wine.
02 December 2014

Hello, Jessica!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! What a beautiful cover!

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

Yes. Board Indiscretion is book 3 (and the final book) in the Taking Advantage series. The series follows three men, who all sit as members on the board of directors of Advantage Insurance Company.  All three guys are extremely good-looking (of course J), at the top of their game in their careers (one’s the owner of a large construction firm, one’s partner at a law firm and one’s the owner of several car dealerships) and single – for their own reasons.  Each man has his own book and love interest, but you will see John Dorsey, Greg Snow and Mark Olson in all three books… in some respect.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

Surprisingly… quite a bit. There is a little bit of me in every heroine or hero. Whether it’s a physical trait, a love for sports (or the Buckeyes), a legal education, or an experience in my life – every story shares a little element of me. J

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have multiple projects in the works. Oh my!
·        Delayed– a story about a Florida girl that gets stuck in the Grand Rapids airport during a bitter winter storm with a British beer distributor. It’s sexy and fun!
·        Love Thy Neighbor – a story about a 24 year old guy that has fallen in love with his 31 year old divorcee neighbor. This one has interesting twists and turns, but love always wins in the end, right?
·        Legal Desire – a story about two attorneys that have always dated the wrong people. What happens when they meet each other? Sparks fly and hearts open.
·        Country Bent (book 1 of the Hayworth Brothers) – a citrus farmer lost so much the day his twin brother died in Afghanistan, including his ability to open up and love. That is until a northern girl on the run from her past barges into his life.
·        Island Time (tentative title) – this isn’t technically in the writing phase, but as I holidayed in Hawaii recently, I became inspired to write a story based there. I’ve got the characters and plot outlined while sitting on the deck overlooking the Pacific Ocean.


Mark Olson isn’t just known for owning his three large care dealerships. He’s also known as a player, at least since his divorce. For a while, he believes he is satisfied as a member of Advantage Insurance Company’s board of directors and bedding a different woman every weekend. That is until someone decides to call his bluff.
Suzannah McCormick is the sweet girl working hard as the executive assistant to Advantage’s CEO. But underneath her saccharine southern charm is a vixen-in-waiting. She’s never been with a man that tapped into that side of her, but she set her sights on Mark Olson with high hopes.
Mark doesn’t realize his single status and his heart are in jeopardy.


Since his divorce, he’d convinced himself that remaining single was what he wanted. It made things less complicated for his two pre-teen daughters. Shit! It made things less complicated for himself. But that lifestyle could also be quite lonely.
That’s where Suzie came in and complicated the hell out of his life. She was the executive assistant to the CEO of Advantage Insurance Company, Michael Herron, and well… Mark was a member of Advantage’s board of directors, had been for several years. He loved his position on the board. Aside from the small amount of prestige it carried, he’d made great friends with the other members, particularly the two younger board members—John Dorsey and Greg Snow. A relationship with Suzie could compromise his position on the board and with the members, but truth be told, he also loved his most recent position between her legs.
If only the situation was different.
A familiar giggle wafted in from the direction of the dance floor. The delicate sound stirred his cock to life. It stiffened against his black trousers instantly.  After several weeks of clandestine meetings involving dirty talk and hard fucks, he’d know that giggle anywhere. He’d heard it many times afterwards when they lay tangled in each other’s limbs. Turning his head in the direction of the dance floor, anger heated his face and his hands clenched into fists on the bar top at the sight he witnessed.
Sandwiched between two guys that he’d now refer to as dickheads, danced the woman that wreaked havoc on his single life status.  Her little black dress clung to her trim frame, emphasizing her small, but very perky breasts and showing off her figure that could easily grace the cover of any fashion magazine. Her legs stretched for miles and her creamy white skin contrasted nicely against the jet black of her dress. Flinging her silky blonde hair over her shoulder and down her back, her pink Pursecase carrying her iPhone dangled from her wrist as her hips gyrated against her two dance partners. The taller man dancing behind her slipped his hand over her hip and rested it over her low belly as he rubbed what Mark was sure to be a rock hard erection against Suzie’s ass.
What the fuck is she doing?
First, she never came to the Beach Club. Never. In all his regular visits to this club over the last couple of years, he had yet to see her in here once. Not once!  Second, she was practically dry-humping two guys in the middle of the dance floor. That wasn’t her typical style.
Suzie was one of those beautiful women that appeared to have the girl-next-door innocence. She didn’t dress too provocatively.  She was sexy, but in that way that was just natural. Her bubbly Southern charm won over all the men on the board of directors and Mark speculated it would win over anyone. He flirted with her, teasing her on board days to get a rise out of her. There’d always been a twinkle of mischief in her eyes when he flirted with her that would leave him questioning whether he knew her at all.
At last quarter’s board meeting, she left him dumbfounded when she responded to his flirtation with a proposition. After mulling it over for a bit, which actually had turned out to be a couple weeks, he called her bluff. He asked her over to his place for cocktails and she showed up. What he learned was that there was a lot more to Suzannah McCormick than met the eye. The rest was history.
Throwing back the last remnants of his whiskey, he stood from his stool, tossed some cash on the bar, and turned toward the dance floor. He wrestled with what his next move should be.

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About Jessica:

      I am a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. I graduated with a bachelor's degree in English because I could not imagine doing anything else but reading and writing.

In the journey of life, I became a lawyer and also a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure.

      I love to read and write... obviously! I can usually be found with my Nook or a book in hand. I’m a huge sports fan, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes!  Go Bucks!  I LOVE to travel... LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to travel. And I love sharing my love to travel with my children. Did I say I love to travel? I love to drink coffee in the morning and tea at night! I love a good glass of wine, especially if it comes from a bottle made by the FOOLS wine club… yep, I’m a founding member of that crazy group!  J  I love hanging out with my family and my friends!  Music makes me happy. I’m a mix between country girl and city chic. I love the beach, sunshine and to laugh out loud.

Twitter: @JessicaJayne13

30 November 2014
The 2nd Annual Readers Choice Awards has reached the semi-finals stage, and I'm so happy that several of my books have been nominated!  I want to thank everyone who voted and shamelessly ask for one more ends on Dec. 5th and winners will be announced on the 7th!

Here are my books that are nominated:

Best in Category: Anthologies

 My story is "Suddenly"...

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?

 Best in Category: Erotic

Wayde Wallace is a vampire.  He’s been alone for a long time, until he smells the sunshine scent of a woman and finds Daphne Sabella.  Her blood smells intoxicating until he catches the stench of sickness upon her and realizes Daphne is dying. 

 Alexander Malden is a Shade cop sent to patrol the supernaturals who lives among humans.  A rogue vampire is killing women and he thinks Wayde is the monster because only a trickster can make him feel such lust and longing. 

To prove his innocence, Wayde goes out to find the real rogue vampire and Alex can’t help but follow because the mating bond has already settled between them.  And when they believe they can finally help Daphne, she’s become the next victim.  Now they must rescue her and turn her before her heart gives out.

 Best in Category: Menage

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

Their shuttle is attacked by Xyran raiders looking for women and it is Keirah who defends them.  When Captain Krig sees Keirah looking like a warrior angel come to life, he wants her.  He wants her enough to take her even with a husband, thinking he will deal with Geoff in some way or another.  But when the brother of the dead Xyran comes after Keirah, leaving her, Krig and Geoff stranded upon a wilderness moon, they will learn how to work together to survive.  And their love for Keirah will turn them into a family.

 Best Book in the Planet Alpha Series

Jordan Kuper has lived her life in a human camp, hiding her gender for protection.  She knows how to fight and to take care of herself and her mother, but she is not prepared for the Xyran and human traitor who abduct her.

David Ballack and Laith have a plan and it involves taking a human female to the sex market.  But Jordan is a hell cat and doesn’t take kindly to being abducted.  She turns their lives upside down attempting to escape.

They are forced to stop for repairs and when Jordan finds a kidnapped Alphan girl, everything changes.  Now she has to get this little girl back to her parents, get herself back to Earth, and notfall in love with the two Xyrans who kidnapped her in the first place.

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Thank you!

26 November 2014

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

~ Thanks for having me back on. So happy to be here! :) Today I’m pleased to share information about my new release, A Wish Across Time. It’s the third book in a series of mine called Raritan Manor Ranch.

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

~ Yes it is! It’s the third book in a “new” series of mine. I say “new” because the first three books had found a publishing home once upon a time, but alas, as some relationships go, that wasn’t meant to be a lifetime one. Back in their ex’s home, they had different titles and a different series name. Now the books have been given new life through Evernight Publishing—the fictional house and family have relocated to Nevada, word count has been added, and the stories have been re-edited. I think the stories can be read separately as standalones, but it’d be beneficial to read them in order. I do have plans to expand the series after the first three books are out. In the first book, Dream Across Time, the heroine dreams her way back in time to meet her hero, who happens to be a ghost in the present. In the second release, Journey Across Time, the hero comes forward to the present day and finds his soulmate. This story, A Wish Across Time, is a good ol’ contemporary romance that brings one woman’s past and present together.

Q) If you could choose, which published author would you like to brainstorm with and why?

~ I’d love to brainstorm with Anne Rice. She’s great at character and world building.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?
~ I’m going to get another story going in this series. My writing partner, RM Sotera, and I will be wrapping up the next Double D Ranch Tales book and then starting in the next month or two, I will be teaming up with another writer and working on a couple of Urban Fantasy series. Exciting stuff coming down the pike!

RaritanManor Ranch, 3
A woman once shunned. A man now changed. There’s a thin line between love and hate.

When Wiccan practitioner Cassandra VanAlder encounters a man from her past who’d broken her heart, she casts some spells to help herself while wishing karma would deal out some payback. The spells turn against her, and before she knows it, she finds herself falling for him again.

Ryan Keene finds Cassandra enchanting and feels he’s met her somewhere before. She and her best friend, Debi, won’t give him any clues as to her identity. He loves challenges and doesn’t plan to back off from her until he finds the answers he seeks. He's told he has three dates to win her over.

Will she close off her heart or will she allow herself to feel again?

Excerpt (Adult)

Moments later, he jerked out and away from her, then pulled her up from the floor. In a quick turn, he spun and thrust her back against the wall. His mouth claimed hers with unapologetic force. He fumbled with the fastens of her jeans, then when they were undone, tugged the material down her legs.
“Commando, huh?” Not letting her answer, he positioned his head between her legs and swept his tongue over her pussy.
Fleeting imaginings of her family and friends coming home and being welcomed by the sight of her and Ryan fucking at the foot of the stairs danced through her mind. If it happened, so be it. Getting caught only added to the heightened state of arousal she was already in.
His tongue and fingers stroked her. Her heartbeat sped up, as did her breathing. He seemed to have mastered the technique of cunnilingus if the way her nerves caught fire and flamed up from her pussy to the rest of her body were any indication. She panted. She clasped his head, ready to feel an orgasm rip through her body.
He stopped, stood, and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet, and from it, the all too familiar foil packet. Ryan held it up. “Yes?”
“Yes.” She nodded as well to emphasize the point.
In a few quick motions, he had himself sheathed and pressed up against her body. “You are one sexy lady. Anyone ever tell you that?”
She bobbed her head again and guided his cock into her pussy.
“Put your legs around me,” he demanded.
Supported by the wall and his hands on her ass, she wrapped one leg then the other around him and found the position to be quite enjoyable. Ryan pumped into her as he kissed and sucked her shoulder. She rode him, feeling the sexual energy build between them.
Her ex had never been so passionate. In fact, their lovemaking had been so normal and ordinary he never would have considered taking her up against a wall, and especially not in a location where they could get caught. It was nice being with a man who exuded confidence and gave into desire, even if it was Ryan.

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***Find the first book, Dream Across Time, here:

 Raritan Manor Ranch, 1
 A woman in love. A ghost in need. A man possessed.

Evelyn Sheridan is in love with Raritan Manor Ranch’s resident ghost, Quinn, but can only experience his embrace in her dreams.
Quinn VanAlder, who doesn’t realize he’s a ghost, loves Eve and wishes she’d stop saying they can’t be together.

While at the ranch, Alex VanAlder arrives for a visit, and Evelyn’s hopes rise. Perhaps she will be able to have a real relationship after all. Alex, though, has no interest in Evelyn. Yet, every time the house cat, Myrddin, comes around, Alex feels like a man possessed and wants Eve with a passion.

Caught between loving a ghost and putting up with a man who can’t make up his mind, Evelyn is at a loss. Can the magic of the ranch help Evelyn to stop being caught between two worlds?

***Find the second book, Journey Across Time, here:

 Raritan Manor Ranch, 2

There is magic on the ranch...

A woman examining life. A man on a quest. Time restores his spirit and her love. Trent, a man in the past on a mission to discover where he belongs, embarks on a spiritual journey. His spirit guide, to his dismay, is a frisky feline named Myrddin. During a ritual, the cat brings the soul searcher forward into Julie VanAlder’s world.

Julie is attracted to the newcomer on the ranch, but his strange mannerisms and speech dictate she use caution, especially when she learns where he’s from. A botched relationship, supposed time travel, spiritual mumbo jumbo…it’s almost too much for Julie to take.

Can Trent make her believe in destiny and win her love before it’s too late?

C.R. Moss Bio

An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities.
More about C.R. Moss: 
So what does she write? She writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat. Writing as C.R. Moss gives her and her muses the freedom to explore worlds of possibilities when it comes to love. And where does the tag line “Love & Lust in the Wild West” fit in? Well, for one, she lives in NV. Two, her stories take place, either in part or in full, in and around the Las Vegas area. In fact, even this website sports “a look of home.” The background picture was taken in an area just a few miles west of Las Vegas and happens to be the inspiration for the setting of the Double D Ranch Tales saga.
She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing under the name Casey Moss allows her to slate other stories under Horror ~ Paranormal ~ Suspense ~ Thriller ~ Urban Fantasy.  Visit:

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23 November 2014

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

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

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

I love to listen to music. If it’s too quiet, my brain will not cooperate.

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

Stripped Bare is Book 1 in the Cooper Mountain series from Evernight Publishing. The series begins with a focus on Nate and Donovan and will progress with multiple books featuring them, other couples and Toby and Logan.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?

The project I’m currently working on is with my co-writer from Stripped Bare, Eileen Griffin for book three in the In the Kitchen Series from Carina Press, called In the Distance. It’s a foodie MM May to December romance releasing in June 2015.

By Nikka Michaels and Eileen Griffin

Genre: M/M, BDSM

Length: 22,000 Words

Series: Cooper Mountain

Release Date: November 14, 2014

Publisher: Evernight Publishing


When Donovan Ramsey comes home from yet another business trip he realizes he and his long-term boyfriend, Nate Pearson, have drifted apart. Donovan is used to engineering solutions in his career, but he’s stumped on how to fix his dwindling sexual relationship with Nate.

After a late night internet search, Donovan finds a place that might be exactly what they need to rekindle the romance in their relationship. There’s just one catch: the idyllic Cooper Mountain Bed and Breakfast specializes in BDSM for couples.

Over the course of the weekend, the two men experience a taste of what the BDSM lifestyle has to offer. Will that taste lead to a stronger connection between Nate and Donovan, or will it ultimately be their undoing?

            Donovan recognized a few of the search results from friends’ suggestions about quick weekend getaways. The majority, though, were ones Donovan had never heard of. “Deluxe cottage, nestled in the woods. Full shower and bath. Total privacy.”
            Donovan kept that window open, even though the price was way more than what he would normally pay for a hotel room for the night. The next boasted similar features, except this one had a private outdoor hot tub for the guests’ use. Donovan was about to go back to the first listing until he saw one that looked different from the others.
            Cooper Mountain. A secluded B&B that caters to couples who want to rekindle their relationship. Fully catered meals, private quarters, and attentive staff. LGBTQ Friendly.”
            Out of curiosity, he clicked on the link. The first picture that popped up featured a beautiful cottage situated in a rural setting next to a lake. The next picture, however, had his mind reeling. A wooden cross, labeled St. Andrew’s Cross in the caption below, made him wonder if this was a couples’ retreat or a torture palace. The owner’s message at the bottom of the image gallery explained that play was optional, and every stage of kink was welcome. There were educational classes for newbies as well as complete privacy for the more advanced couples.
            Testimonial after testimonial made his head swim.
            “Toby and Logan are the perfect hosts. Not only did my partner and I rekindle the passion we thought we’d lost, we found out we really love floggers!”
            “Thank you, Logan, for the best weekend getaway we’ve had in years. We’ll definitely be back on our next anniversary to try out the spanking bench.”
            And the last one, “A weekend at Cooper Mountain worked wonders for expanding our understanding of the D/s relationship. We’ve grown closer as a couple and can’t wait to take more of Logan’s classes!”
            Donovan’s mind raced as he clicked through the image gallery, shocked and slightly scandalized by the images he saw. After all, what kind of person got off on pain? What kind of person got pleasure from tying another person up or by dominating someone else sexually? 



Eileen Griffin lives in the southwest, but loves to travel and has spent many summers crossing Europe with nothing but a backpack on her back. She enjoys TexMex, lives for good wine, and has a certain penchant for purple unicorns. She loves reading all genres of books, but her current obsession is writing M/M romance. Her past published works include: Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Nikka Michaels, Dinner For Two, a M/F romance novella, “Claiming Ayden”, a M/M shifter romance that is part of Evenight’s Alpha’s Claim Anthology: M/M Edition, and “Lost and Found”, a short story written for the M/M Romance Group’s Don’t Read in the Closet: Love’s Landscapes Event. Eileen is currently working on book three of the In the Kitchen series from Carina Press with Nikka Michaels, as well as several other projects both individual and co-authored.


Nikka Michaels lives in the rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking up 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 several releases out including, Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Eileen Griffin, Christmas with Caden, a M/F romance novella from Cobblestone Press, “Waking up Wolf”, a M/M shifter romance in Evernight Publishing’s Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Editionanthology, and the MM series which includes, Mile High Service, Room Service and Lip Service from Cobblestone Press’ Blue line. She also has a short story, “His Assistant” in Evernight Publishing’s best-selling Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition anthology.



21 November 2014

Our interview today is with one of the men of the new Evernight Planet Alpha series, Bondmate by J. J. Lore. Please welcome Mateen of the Albin, a native of Planet Alpha.

Hello, Mateen and welcome to Earth.

Thank you. I’m pleased to be here.

What do you think of our planet so far?

Your climate is fairly volatile. I do find your plethora of governments and religions quite confusing. Such diversity seems to sponsor quite a bit of conflict. On Alpha we have one government headed by our king, very simple and easy to understand. You Earthlings possess an interesting military history. I’m fascinated by your Aztecs. Quite the formidable civilization.

Thank you, I think. So you’re a military man?

Yes, I’m proud to serve with my fellow Alphans, the galaxy’s finest fighting force. My bondmate, Bynton, and I have achieved high ranks and won many honors on the battlefield.

You mentioned bondmate. What is that?

Earthings don’t have bondmates? How strange. A bondmate is someone whose soul echoes your own. Men find a bondmate when they are in training, someone to spar with, partner in battle, treat each other’s wounds, share the spoils of war. The bond lasts a lifetime.

Sounds like a strong friendship.

It’s more than that, much more. It’s a meeting of the mind and psyche which enhances one’s strength, both emotional and physical. Many Alphans are content to partner with other males, since females are not common on our planet, but my bondmate and I have other plans. We wish to complete our bond by finding the right woman who will align perfectly with us.

So there’s room for one more?

Of course. Bynton and I are on our way to search for her now, here on Earth. We fought well, brought honor and praise to our cohort, and as a reward, we are now permitted to visit Earth for a clandestine mission to seek her out amongst your people.

Sounds exciting. What’s your type?

My type? My type of what? My favored type of weapon is a laser lash, but I’m also skilled with battle axes and maces.

What sort of woman do you like? Tall, petite, blonde, brunette, thin, curvy?

Her appearance matters not. We will know her when we find her and she will be ours.

Ahh…I see. What about what she wants?

What she wants? I don’t understand. How could she not want us? We are officers of good standing, possess many spoils of war, are in peak physical condition, can defend her against any attack, and are well-mannered in social situations.

Yes, but do you do windows?

I don’t understand. What do you want me to do to a window?

Do you have any hobbies? Things you like to do for fun?

I like to behead Xyran scum with my favorite blade and then extract the jewels from their hides. I also enjoy polishing my body armor.

Right. Well, good luck with your search for the perfect woman here on Earth.

Luck is not a factor.


Decorated Alphan warriors Mateen and Bynton are on a clandestine mission to one of Earth’s refugee camps, in search of the one woman who might complete their bond. Tempering their instincts to capture and hold, both men realize they must court their chosen woman to win her trust. 

Avanelle Rein is merely trying to survive in the chaos of a dying society. The last thing she expects is rescue at the hands of golden-skinned alien men. Despite her attraction to them, she fears their warrior ferocity. 

Facing danger from Xyran raiders draws the three together as they explore their new relationship and one another. An unexpected challenge during an ancient claiming right forces Avanelle, Bynton, and Mateen to decide if their bond is strong enough to survive.
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM)



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 , Goodreads at Amazon at and Twitter @JJLore1
19 November 2014

Welcome back, Allyson!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly again!  I read Destined and loved the world you created with Sinclair, Ashton & Craig.  I’m looking forward to the next book.

Q) You mentioned the second book will be about Sinclair’s friend, Candy.  Who will be featured in the third and final book?

A) The third book explores the growth and development of Sinclair, Craig and Ashton’s relationship, as well as Candy’s and her Sheriff. It also describes the friendship that evolves between the five of them—purely platonic! (So far.) I’ve tied up some purposely dangling threads too.

Q) Candy seems to be a little tougher than Sinclair.  What type of heroine do you prefer to write, the demure girl or the take-no-shit female?

A) I prefer feisty females. But I write alpha males and something has to give! I try to make it a reasonable compromise and make sure that there’s some groveling if the guys screw up—and when don’t they?

Q) Out of this series, who was your favorite character?

A) I had to think long and hard on this. I was torn between Candy and Sheriff Reece. Candy because money didn’t bring her happiness, and Reece because he’s a military man. (I probably don’t need to say anymore!)

Thanks for having me back and wish me luck with the third book—although I can envision a Christmas novella in a year’s time complete with babies. ☺

It was great to be here. Ally 


Marking Time, 2

Reece Murdoch is back in Barrister, Wyoming after his military tour. Ostensibly returning to take the position of Sheriff, he plans to confront the woman of his dreams. After what they’d shared, he’d foolishly believed Candace Grant would wait, but all his heartfelt letters were met with silence. And now she is avoiding him and freezing him out.

Candy Grant is never going to allow Sheriff Murdoch a civil conversation, let alone a discussion. Oh, he’s interested—probably thinking he can waltz right back into her life. Except he’d gutted her, leaving six years earlier without warning and only eight scribbled words. She’s since lived a fast, shallow existence she’s determined to continue, and never get hurt again.

Reece needs a plan, one to address Candy’s propensity to speed while asserting his lawful authority—with handcuffs and a night of house arrest. Will the truth set them free?

Reese Murdoch slouched comfortably against the broken-in seat of the county’s second best cruiser, gripping the wheel with one big hand. He was headed home after a day in court at the county seat, testifying against some poor excuse of a criminal who’d thought to rob the lone bank in Barrister a few months previous. The guy had used a flare pistol for Christ’s sake, and was so intoxicated he’d dropped it—twice—before the manager smacked him upside the head with a decorative statue enshrining one of the town’s founders. Louisa Bennet had a wicked swing, because the would-be thief hadn’t woken up for two days.

He found himself sighing. Barrister wasn’t a bad place. Born and raised there, he knew pretty much all the inhabitants, as well as those living in the surrounding area, except for the ones who’d arrived while he was overseas. Being elected as Sheriff had been a no brainer, his being a military man home from Iraq and all, presumably well versed in weapons and leadership. Both true, except he was hampered by a paltry budget, and the people he’d sworn to serve and protect were scattered over a huge part of the state. Good thing the work wasn’t onerous, the abortive bank robbing being the biggest thing to happen in his tenure thus far.

No doubt that would change over time, people being what they were, but he was bored for the most part. The one thing—person—who could easily obliterate that boredom didn’t deign to recognize either his existence or his authority, and he hadn’t decided which plan to pursue in that regard. It had been months, but if he’d learned anything in the military, it was that an offensive had a better chance of succeeding if one gathered solid intelligence and formulated a careful plan of attack. He wryly admitted he’d come home because of Candace, if only to determine why she’d ignored all of his efforts to get in touch with her over the years. Some might call it closure. He just plain wanted her, and knew enough about women to know that while her demeanor said one thing, something else was operating behind that icy exterior.
In the meantime, there was the odd drunk and disorderly to deal with, complaints about cattle rustling to investigate, a few domestics—and didn’t he hate those—and some traffic violations.

The road dipped to accommodate an arroyo, and he rose up out of it to crest the slight hill. And speaking of traffic violations, the unmistakable silver Bimmer hammering in his direction, trailing a dusty rooster trail, caused him to grind his teeth and war with his responding arousal. Damn her. She was going to kill herself one day in that stupid car, maybe before he put the final touches on his plan. He supposed he should be grateful Candace hadn’t bought the convertible version. Flipping on his lights, he considered his strategy, noting the way the smaller vehicle’s hood dipped in response to the application of brakes. She’d been flying along.

She pulled the Bimmer over, and he drifted on by, to pull a three point turn and come up behind her. Candace hadn’t made eye contact at all, staring straight ahead through the windshield, and he figured she had to know it was him. She didn’t cut his two deputies dead when they either spoke or approached her. As he parked he reached for his hat, running a finger along the brim, before exiting the vehicle. He took his time settling it on his head, watching Candace’s profile in the side mirror, willing his professionalism to the fore when all he really wanted to do was drag her back to the cruiser, handcuffed, and take her home with him. Someplace safe—and easily accessible for both their pleasure. The plan suddenly came together.

Approaching the open window, he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. “You were hitting seventy, Candace. We’ve had this discussion before.”

She didn’t reply, instead thrusting her paperwork toward him. Her picture on the license didn’t fit with the stony visage looking dead ahead. Despite the customary, don’t smile, hair tucked behind your ears, dictates of the DMV, Candace’s full mouth, with its eminently bitable bottom lip somehow quirked up at the corners, and there was no mistaking the sparkle in those baby blues. Just as he remembered her—full of life and joy, bubbly, vivacious, and all those adjectives people applied to her. But then, he’d admit he’d hardly given her anything to smile about, primarily because she wouldn’t give him the time of day. That was gonna change.

Tugging the license and registration from her stiff fingers, he decided to play her game. “Step out of the vehicle, Miss Grant.”

That garnered him a wary look, a quick glance that she instantly modified into boredom. He didn’t miss the way she flickered her eyes to her watch. Was she meeting someone? On her way to a hot date? Sheridan lay in that direction, and whatever Candace got up to, she didn’t do it in Barrister. The rumors he’d overheard flourished, of course, in a town that throve on gossip, but her father’s money and position served to feed such things. Resentment and bitterness always lurked beneath the superficial, often fake, regard, when people were beholden. Reece had access to a different form of contacts and knew the truth of some of those rumors. He wasn’t surprised about Candace’s interests, merely disappointed he hadn’t been able to guide her and take the journey with her. But he’d done what he had to back then. That she hadn’t accepted his explanation and apology, wouldn’t even give him the opportunity to discuss it further, grated him raw.

He opened her door and stood back, breaking procedure, instantly grateful for the way the door frame concealed his sudden erection, his cock saluting the vision emerging from the Bimmer without any regard for his bigger brain. The top she wore, if one could call it that, as it hardly covered her attributes, cried out for him to touch the silky fabric and tug on those discreetly concealed laces. The length of shapely leg revealed by the short skirt flirting around her thighs forced his hands to grip the metal until he thought it might groan beneath his grasp. Better it than the sound he barely managed to swallow.

Once again his woman was on the prowl, no matter if she didn’t know she was his. He was damned if he’d let her take what she was offering up to Sheridan or any other place loaded with men who couldn’t possibly appreciate her the way he planned. Disappointment again soured him, and he impatiently shoved it aside. He’d waited long enough.

“What?” A hint of nervousness whispered through the aloof question.

“This is the third time, Miss Grant. I assume you recall what the consequences are for speeding. Three strikes.”

Narrowing, blue eyes locked with his own, and then a flush of pink colored her décolletage and rose up the long, lovely column of her throat to paint her cheeks. She spoke between set lips, and he thought to tell her that it was criminal to thin that lush bounty, another crime she’d have to pay for in the end. He’d keep adding them up.

“Give me the ticket, Sheriff. I’ll pay it like I did all the others. Help out with your salary.”


And in case you missed book one of Marking Time....

Marking Time, 1

Craig and Ashton Russell practice ménage. They are honorable men who’d never compromise a woman, especially their foster sister, no matter that she is finally home from college. Despite how much they have missed her. 

Sinclair Renton grew up several years behind the brothers, most certainly never regarding them as siblings. And, being well aware of their sexual predilection, of late she has set out to convince them she’s the one woman they need. 

Fearing how others would judge her, Ashton and Craig refuse to acknowledge any physical attraction for Sinclair. They reject her, and she believes they’ve chosen another woman in her stead. 

Devastated, her plan in shambles, Sinclair leaves, unable to imagine the men she loves with another. Shocked into admitting their true feelings to each other, the brothers try to pick up her trail. Can they capture Sinclair, bringing her home into their love and their hearts, where she belongs? Or is it too late?

18 November 2014

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

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

This story is the second book in my Lucky Bet series. The first installment centered on Sam – the female of the group. After how well the first book did and my enjoyment of the characters, I decided to write a second.

On a trip to the casino, Sam and her three college buddies (Dex, Charlie, and Jackson) find themselves making something they refer to as “exotic wagers”. They propose odd bets within the group, performing outlandish dares if their spins on the machine produce a profit. The bets get silly, and the friends become outrageous with their challenges. Jackson, Sam’s best friend and old college roommate, throws out a dare for her– If she wins big, she has to sleep with all of them.
After a wild night in bed with the guys, Sam finds herself plagued with thoughts of Jackson. She thinks she might be falling in love with her best friend, but can she convince him their night together was more than just some silly bet?

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

After the first book, I felt Sam’s friend Dex had so much more to offer. He helped the two main characters work out their differences and was such an interesting character. I wanted to see him get his happily ever after too.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

My next one will be the third installment in my Dating Tutor series with Evernight Teen written under the pen name of Melissa Frost. This story focuses on Matt, Alec’s (the main character from the last book) best friend. I had such a fun time with it, because Matt was a more challenging character than Alec. He didn’t want to fall in love or grow up. He wanted to be that college jock that was all about partying. I had a great time finding out all the hidden depths and emotions tied to this character.

While celebrating his parents’ anniversary at a local casino, Dex Hawthorn is approached and seduced by friends, Arabella and Parker. He takes both women to bed, all of them under the assumption the evening is to be a one-night stand.

Only Dex can’t stop thinking about Parker, and when his duties as a police officer surprisingly force their paths to cross, he takes it as a sign that the two of them are meant to have something beyond a single night of passion. Can he convince Parker he can be a one woman man, and can he get this sexy yet strict school teacher to open up her heart to him?

                                 Excerpt: Seduced by the School Teacher
Dex was caught by surprise when Parker passed by the elevators and shoved open the door to the stairwell. “The stairs?” he asked as she started upward, still pulling him behind her.
“I’ve got to get your blood pumping somehow,” Parker said over her shoulder with a teasing grin. “This seemed like a nice start.”
Up and up they went. One floor. Two floors. Three. On the landing of the fourth floor, Parker suddenly stopped. With a giggle, she turned and shoved Dex back against the wall. “Finally, we’ve got you alone.”
Before he could respond, her lips were grazing his. Her fingers smoothed up his chest until she was able to grasp his collar. That’s when her kisses became more demanding. She claimed him with lips, teeth, and tongue.
A groan escaped against his will at the domineering way she kissed him. He’d never had a woman be so forceful in taking what she wanted, and it was a complete turn-on. His arms curved around her waist, and he yanked her forward until her body pressed firmly against his own. While he returned her kisses, he rocked his hips forward into hers, letting her feel his growing erection.
He was so distracted by Parker and her demanding lips, he’d nearly forgotten about Arabella until she suddenly dropped to her knees at his side. While Parker continued to kiss him, her friend stroked Dex’s leg through his jeans. She took her time, smoothing along the coarse fabric. In slow, circular motions, her hand moved closer and closer to his groin.
Finally, she nudged Parker to the side so she could press her palm flat against his dick. “Mmm, Parker, you picked us a big one. Impressive.” Leaning forward, she nuzzled her cheek against the crotch of his pants, emitting a soft purr.
Dex’s head fell back against the wall as Arabella returned to her stroking. His hips arched in time with her movements, thrusting his cock against her caressing palm.
“Hey now,” Parker chastised. “Don’t forget about me.” She was now to the side of him, leaning against the wall. Gripping his chin, she roughly turned his head in her direction, then she was kissing him again.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been kissed this good. Parker was so unbearably sexy. He couldn’t get enough of her, and the feel of her nails grazing his neck sent chills through him. Her body tucked perfectly against his side, as if the two of them fit together like puzzle pieces. Her mouth seemed made for kissing. It was soft and tasted like strawberries. He couldn’t get enough of it either.
Knowing exactly what was expected of him this night, Dex didn’t hesitate in slipping his hand up Parker’s blouse. As their mouths battled for control, he inched his fingers upward until he reached her breasts. He stroked them through her bra. Her nipples pebbled under his touch, drawing a groan of arousal from his throat.
At his feet, Arabella used delicate fingers to undo his belt. With quick movements, she had his belt undone, the button of his jeans loose, and the zipper down.
When Arabella began tugging his jeans and boxers over his hips, he regretfully broke the kiss with Parker and pulled his hips back slightly. “Hold on. Hold on! We’re in a public stairwell. I’m not sure—”
“Relax,” Parker said with a little giggle. “No one ever uses these stairs.”


Losing A Bet Has Never Been So Fun…

On a trip to the casino, Sam and her three college buddies (Dex, Charlie, and Jackson) find themselves making something they refer to as “exotic wagers”. They propose odd bets within the group, performing outlandish dares if their spins on the machine produce a profit. The bets get silly, and the friends become outrageous with their challenges. Jackson, Sam’s best friend and old college roommate, throws out a dare for her—if she wins big, she has to sleep with all of them. 

After a wild night in bed with the guys, Sam finds herself plagued with thoughts of Jackson. She thinks she might be falling in love with her best friend, but can she convince him their night together was more than just some silly bet?

 Where to Buy:

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13 November 2014

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

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

Funny you should say that…. Because I did dream them up, literally! As I was waking from sleep one morning I thought to myself, “Hey, that would be a great idea for a short story!” I had never written a short story – nor MMM - before ‘Alien Manhunt 1’ so it was a challenge – but fun!

The characters came from the dream – the human, Greg, the elf-like Espoornian, Suva, and the reptilian Cinattran, Taran, and how three very different aliens could fall in love and have a relationship.

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

It was originally intended to be a one off story but I liked the characters so much – and readers said, “What happens next?” so I wrote Alien Manhunt 2 to be the continuing story of these three characters. Each of them are featured on the front covers with a different one in the forefront.

However, it wouldn’t be fair to only feature two of them so there will be an Alien Manhunt 3 with Suva featured on the cover and set on the last of the three aliens’ planets.

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

I often add both real life instances and influences into my stories. It is fun to see where I can incorporate them. In the Alien Manhunt books the three characters are named for three erotic romance writers that I know who all write great gay stories.

Thanks for having me.

Alien Manhunt 2
By Jennifer Denys
Approx. 10,000 words (short story for Romance on the Go)

Blurb: Planning to let his mates act out their fantasies, Suva takes them to his home planet of Espoornia and lets submissive Taran chase dominant Greg for a change, with a sneaky scheme to end it all in a marriage ceremony.  But Suva’s plans go awry from the start and one of them is hunted for real. Worried about the one captured being sold or killed, the remaining two have a hard time searching for the other. But then they find themselves in danger, too! Will they escape? Will they ever be free to marry?

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Series info

Alien Manhunt 2 is the continuing story of three aliens, Greg – a human – the dominant one in their relationship, Suva an Espoornian – the switch in the threesome, and Taran – a Cinattran – submissive to both of the others.

I liked the characters so much after writing about them for Alien Manhunt 1 (and readers wanted to know ‘What happened next?’) so I decided to write the next stage in their relationship. Like the previous book it is a short story showing an episode in their lives of the characters.

It is intended to finish with Alien Manhunt 3 - that one set on Greg’s planet. 

 Author bio:
Jennifer Denys is a multi-published author of BDSM novellas, sci-fi stories and romantic comedies with more than one publisher. She is also working on werewolf and historical novels.
An Englishwoman through and through, she lives in a beautiful historical city in England with her pet rabbit who is thoroughly spoiled and is the dominant one in her household...

She posts to her blog three times a week to keep readers up-to-date on forthcoming books and writing in general. Do email Jennifer she would love to hear from fans.


“No way am I running around naked.”
The two others also standing in the immense forest looked at Greg in astonishment. He knew he sounded petulant, however, he hadn’t expected Espoornia, the home of his elf-like alien partner, Suva, would be so damn cold. It was nothing like their home on the space station, Orion One, which served as an administration, communications and military point for the various nations that co-habited that area of the galaxy. Even his birth planet of Earth, which he hadn’t visited for some years, was far warmer. Unless you were at the poles of his home world, of course.
He shivered and resisted the urge to cup his cock. “If I run around with no clothes on my dick will go blue. Jeez, it will do more than that—it will freeze and drop off!”
Suva said something in his own language and stormed off, his long yellow coat flowing behind him as his lengthy strides took him back to their car shuttle. A densely covered planet, it was impossible to fly from one place to another so the only transport was land-based. Even taking this vehicle involved a journey of many hours.
Taran, the third in their relationship, a reptilian from the planet Cinattra, gave a quirky smile, his dark eyes twinkling in amusement at Suva’s outburst as Greg glanced in his direction. The alien looked away, as if he didn’t want to repeat the Espoornian’s words.
Greg huffed. “So what did Suva just say? I am guessing he swore at me, or something?”
On the space station, translations were broadcast immediately if anyone spoke anything other than the galactic language. There were no such facilities in the middle of the cold—but stunningly beautiful—forest where the trees rose to impossibly soaring heights. It made Greg dizzy looking up.
Taran laughed and Greg studied him, amazed that the youngest of the trio could go bare-chested in this temperature. He might be presenting his gorgeous red, muscular chest, as was normal in his culture, the scales on the sides of his body showing above the belt, but Taran was from a hot world, which made it even stranger to Greg. At least Taran wore leather boots to match his black, jewel-encrusted skirt and the band around his neck. The latter was a sign of his submission.
The Cinattran nodded. “Yes. It was something about your manhood being too small to drop off, and even if it did he would stuff it up your soft human backside.”
Greg’s face tightened. But he couldn’t stay angry for long, and a chuckle escaped him. “I’ll show him too small one of these days!” Walking over to Taran, he ruffled his partner’s long red hair, tied back in its customary plait, so different from his own closely cropped hair. Greg was the dominant one in the relationship, having picked up both guys at a bar on the space station. Suva could switch between roles, being submissive with him while dominant with Taran, who was submissive to both of them. Their relationship usually worked well.
Except everything had changed.

                                          Or if you want a hotter excerpt:

“Show me what else you do with those talons of yours,” Suva requested in a husky voice as he pulled Taran forward. Cupping the Cinattran’s head, he then gave his young partner a passionate kiss, plunging his tongue inside Taran’s mouth. He so wanted to lay him on the floor and take him then and there, using the yellow rubad plant that he could just see through the trees. The plant had marvelous properties, but that was not in his plans—yet.
Taran took him at his word and wrapped his hand around Suva’s cock through his loose trousers. He did not jerk him, although he gripped it tightly. Suva moved his legs apart to give Taran more room, then raising his head, Suva let his tense neck muscles ease up. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to enjoy the sensation as his little lover gently ran the ends of his claws along Suva’s long, long shaft. The frisson of tiny pinpricks caused him to catch his breath.

11 November 2014

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

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

Clarissa came to me during a time of extreme pain. I suffer from Lupus and my knee and hip joints were giving me fits, making it next to impossible to walk. As I took a pain pill, the thought popped in my head, “what would I have done in the 1800s?”…so I came with Clarissa, a beautiful woman who was damaged in a carriage accident in her teens who now suffers a limp and severe pain in her leg that keeps her from dancing, and sometimes from walking.

To suffer through something like that in the 1890’s is vastly different from being able to run to the drug store now, or being able to get a pain patch from the doctor, so I knew she was a strong woman. And as a strong woman, she needed an equally strong man.

Robert, being the younger son with many brothers between him and inheriting his father’s title, is in the unique position of marrying for love. His father has set him up well enough that only greed would lead him to marry for anything less. And Robert is far from greedy. He’s tall, dashing, and quite charming…and very determined to win Clarissa for his own, by any means necessary – even if it means ruining her.

Well, I won’t say more or I’ll give away the story, but suffice it to say, they are perfectly matched.

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

Yes, this is book one in the Lords of London series, which was picked up by Coastal Escape Publishing. I’m only planning for there to be three books in this series, but I’ve found that characters have a way of sneaking up on me so who knows what will happen in books two and three that may lead to a longer series. The series is set in America in the 1890’s with English lords on a search for their brides. Tired of the simpering young misses in London, each man (a younger son to a titled lord) has decided their future lies with an unconventional wife. They just don’t realize how unconventional their wives will be until they meet them.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Right now I’m working on book two in this series, Loving Lord Pelham, which I hope to finish by the end of the month. I’m also working on a book for my alter ego for a cowboy BDSM series that I write called Grizzly Pines (with Siren-Bookstrand). There’s also an Ashton Grove Werewolves story floating around in my head that I want to write before the end of the year, but the details are still a little hazy right now.


 Clarissa Townsend has given up on anyone ever wanting to marry her. It isn't that she's ugly, because she's been told by many that she's quite beautiful. It's her blasted limp. A carriage accident when she was fifteen resulted in ugly scarring on her leg, and left her with a horrible limp that keeps her from dancing, and sometimes walking.

Lord Robert Cresthaven came to America in search of a bride, and the moment he sets eyes on Clarissa, he knows he's found her. With her raven locks and pale complexion, she's the most beautiful creature he's ever seen. Her limp doesn't detract from her beauty in his eyes and he's determined to have her, at any cost.

A scandal. An unwanted marriage of convenience. And a damsel in need of rescue.

When Lord Cresthaven is caught kissing Clarissa at a ball, it's all anyone can talk about. But things don't go according to his plan. He had every intention of marrying her, until her parents locked her away and promised her to another. What's a lord to do when the only woman he's ever wanted to marry is kept out of his reach? Anything necessary.



What happens when you get two artist romantics together? An impulsive marriage proprosal – and a woman who says yes (on the first date)!  While Jessica’s husband may not have intended for the words “marry me” to pop out on their first date, she surprised him even more by saying yes! That was over 14 years ago and they’re hoping for many more years together.

Jessica Coulter Smith began writing at an early age, but it wasn’t until 2008 that someone convinced her to have one of her stories published. When she received her acceptance letter in August 2008, it set her on an incredible journey, one she hopes will never end. In 2010, she decided to stay home with the kids and write full-time. It’s a decision she hasn’t regretted, and one that will hopefully result in many more stories to come.

Jessica loves to interact with her readers on Facebook and Twitter! But if you send her a friend request, be prepared for cute kitty pictures and kids getting into mischief, as well as updates on her writing.
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07 November 2014

Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  I must admit, I'm a big fan. 

Thanks so much for having me, Beth! 

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

Years ago I met a woman who married her foster brother despite the judgmental attitudes of others. Yes, they grew up together in the same home, but were in a decidedly different age group, he never used his position in the family to be inappropriate with her, and she fell in love with him because she came to know him first as an individual before feeling the physical attraction. And he felt the same about her. When she aged out of foster care, she asserted herself with him and the rest is history. I heard recently she’d had another baby within their happy marriage, and it inspired me to write a similar story—only as a ménage. In DESTINED, there’s misunderstandings, considerable angst, a chase, and some discipline! Just the way I like things, lol.

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

DESTINED is the first novella in the Marking Time series. The second is FATED, to release in about a month, and features the best friend of Destined’s heroine. And a sexy Sheriff. The third in the series, ALWAYS, is not yet complete, but will showcase the previous five characters as their personal relationships evolve, as do their friendships. It will also answer some threads dangling a trifle in the first two novellas.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?  

I have 28 WIPs. And several more in my head I refuse to let loose. Of the 28, there are two sci fi, a vampire/werewolf /fae novel, and a couple of historical romances included with my usual contemporary romantic erotica. Oh, and a very dark erotic romance that will probably never find a home—self pubbing might be in my future! I’m planning to finish the sci fi capture ms next. 27K in and no sex…my muse was into tantalizing and plot, lol.


DESTINED – Marking Time 1

Craig and Ashton Russell practice ménage. They are honorable men who’d never compromise a woman, especially their foster sister, no matter she is finally home from college. Despite how much they have missed her.

Sinclair Renton grew up behind the brothers, most certainly never regarding them as siblings. And of late she has set out to convince them she’s the one woman they need, being well aware of their sexual predilection.

Fearing how others would judge her, Ashton and Craig refuse to acknowledge any physical attraction for Sinclair. They reject her, and she believes they’ve chosen another woman in her stead.

Devastated, her plan in shambles, Sinclair leaves, unable to imagine the men she loves with another. Shocked into revealing their true feelings, the brothers pick up her trail and capture Sinclair, bringing her home into their love and their hearts, where she belongs. 


Dear Ashton and Craig,
First let me tell you how sorry and embarrassed I am to have burdened you with my unreciprocated feelings this morning. I take full responsibility for misinterpreting anything. It will be impossible for me to stay here and complete my practicum, given your future plans—I apologize for eavesdropping, too—so I thought it best to move on.

Thank you for all you have done for me, especially since your parents died. I can never hope to repay you but offer my most sincere wishes and hopes for your future happiness.
Candy is giving me a ride, and I will keep in touch with her. Please do not worry.
All the very best from your foster sister, S

Ash’s fingers folded in on themselves to make a tight fist, the paper crushing with a rustle and crumpling sound. Not bothering to sort out the cacophony of emotions rolling over him—if he could even label any of them—he turned to Craig. “Get in the fucking truck. And find Candy’s number.”

 They shouldered through the front door and across the veranda, the old wooden boards shuddering beneath their feet. Craig tossed the remnants of his sandwich out onto the dirt, and the two yard dogs were on it in a heartbeat, their growls mimicking the ones emanating from his own mouth. His brother shook the car keys, a muted jangle, before stuffing them in his pocket.

Neither one of them spoke as they clambered into the truck and Ash turned the motor over with an unnecessary stomp of the accelerator. With a flourish of spraying dirt and gravel, he wheeled onto the road fronting their property and barreled up it toward town.

“I fucking lived for those holidays when she came home from school. Lived for them. I missed the living shit out of that girl. And those phone calls, having to be careful with what I had to say, hating it when she said goodbye. Each and every fucking time.  Even got up early to check my goddamn email so I could figure out what to write when I replied so she didn’t think I was stepping outside of my brotherly role. Shit!” It was high time he was honest. It was high time he was honest. He didn’t view Sinclair as his sister in any shape or form, and people who viewed ménage as kinky and wrong could go fuck themselves.

 Craig was fussing with his phone, but Ash could feel the waves of emotion coming off him, not to mention the muttering under his breath that spoke to finding a certain little hoyden and teaching her what was what. His brother was obviously way ahead of him. Then a feminine voice filled the cab. Speakerphone.

“Hello! Candy here.”

“It’s Craig Russell. Where is Sinclair?”

After a short pause, Candy replied, “Why, Craig, honey. Did you misplace someone? Someone of importance, perhaps?” The sweet venom in the woman’s voice sent a chill down Ash’s spine. Women were so good at innuendo, although Sinclair didn’t play games.

“Candy, I’m asking this once, and then we’re coming to your shop and making you wish we hadn’t.”

“And you think my daddy and my brothers would appreciate that, Mr. Russell?”

The cab echoed with Craig’s breath as it gusted forth, and he sucked another one in. 

“Candy, I don’t give a shit if the armyappreciates it or not. Sinclair is not running away from us. Where is she?”

Now with a hint of amusement coloring her tone, Candy said, “You figured it out?”

“I did. We did.” Craig’s jaw was set hard, and Ash knew it mirrored his own.

“Almost there,” he murmured.

“Don’t bother, Ashton.” Candy spoke quietly. “You keep straight on and follow that Greyhound. Sinclair will be transferring at the next town if she’s gonna make Canada.”

Canada!” Ash shouted, despite himself. “What the fuck’s in Canada?”

“Don’t know, other than it’s away from you two. Who broke her heart and then ground her pride into the dust. And with Melinda Roberts of all things.”

Ash didn’t think calling Melinda a thing was a grammatical error on Candy’s part, but he didn’t dwell on it. Instead, he indulged in a quick connect-the-dots moment and recalled the earlier conversation and Sinclair’s penchant for eavesdropping. Their little wench thought he and Craig were going to take up with the bitch again. He groaned.

“Melinda has nothing to do with this—or us,” his brother interjected, clearly having put two and two together as well.

“On your honor?”

“Honor,” they chorused.

“Then good luck. I won’t call her to warn her. And you make it good or I’ll have lost my best friend, snitching on her. You understand me?” Candy’s voice cracked, and despite his fury with her for aiding and abetting, Ash reassured her.

“You don’t have to worry, Candy. Swear.” Whoever ended up with that little blonde spitfire was going to be led a merry dance, and Ash hoped he could help out with some of the steps.

She clicked off on what sounded suspiciously like a sob, and he risked a quick glance at Craig, who shook his head. “Don’t know, Ash. I’ll never understand women. Except in the bedroom. Now there I excel, if I don’t sound immodest.”

Knowing the direction to Sinclair, Ash’s spirits lifted a tad, and he forced a brotherly response. “You learned from the best.”

“Not everything.”

Sobering, Ash said, “It’s gonna take us both to convince Sinclair.”



Allyson lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She has written for many years and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one.


She has now published three series and several stand alones in contemporary, sci-fi, fantasy and suspense genres. 


Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserves. Love isn't always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.


A note from Ally- 


I write whenever the mood strikes me, sometimes in the middle of the night when I'm awake and thinking in the dark. I hear others speak about their lives and relationships, and am inspired to recreate their dreams and passions in my characters. I can write for hours at a time, quite lost in the story. I haul out the little book I carry with me at all times to jot down ideas whether in the grocery store or when I'm out walking with my dogs.  


There is always the flavour of the dominant male in everything I write but the women are ultimately loved and cherished, no matter that love is sometimes quite blind.  I so enjoy hearing from readers and an email to will always get a response:

06 November 2014

Hi J.R.!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly!  

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

I dont so much dream them up as they come easily to me. I make a character outline based on their history and then they start to become so real when they interact with each other it flows and I dont have to think about it much. They take on a mind of their own.

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

I use tons of real life in my books. I use character traits and little quirks I see in people and even bits of conversations. Jesses famous OCD and graph paper usage come from a real person I know. I always get comments about him. 

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have a free Christmas story that will be out in December which takes place right at the end of Breach of Contract. Legally Bound Three: Damages Incurred, which Ill be writing this month, and Ever So Madly which is different for me as its a straight Sci-Fi book. I am finishing that up now. 

Breach of Contract

Bound, 2
With the legal trouble behind them, Daniel Caplin and Rafael Argon are ready to settle into a low-key D/s relationship, but life is unrelenting, when blackmail shatters their illusion of happily ever after. Pictures from one of the Rafael’s public scenes instill fear into his new submissive, Daniel, acting as a wedge driving the new couple apart. 

The building peril in George’s community weighs heavy on his shoulders as he struggles to find the culprit—all while hiding his feelings for his new house guest. Jesse is torn between ending his marriage, picking up a rebound he should have left fifteen years in the past, and the dangling carrot of a possible relationship with a man. He is forced to fight for what he wants most, a leap he may be too chicken to take. 

In the sequel to Legally Bound, George battles to take down an unknown enemy, while watching helplessly as those he cares for are broken beyond repair. Can Rafael and Daniel rebuild their trust after it's broken with lies? Can George hold it together as Jesse is ripped from his life? 
Be Warned: BDSM, m/m sex, paddling, caning, cock cages, public exhibition

The back elevator dinged as he approached, and the doors slid back to reveal Jesse's face. He had circles under his eyes and worry lines in his forehead. Two fingers held a garment bag over one shoulder and a duffle over his other.

“Is it still okay if I stay?” He put a smile on his lips that George knew was fake.

“But of course. Let me help you.” George approached him and tried to take the bag, but Jesse didn’t move to hand it over.

“I’ve got it.”

“Don’t be absurd. I would have a slave do it, but he’s rather tied up at the moment.”

The statement earned a chuckle out of Jesse, and he gave up the bag. Even hurt Jesse had a light in his blue eyes and his heart on his sleeve, a trait that made him wholly unique compared to the masks most wore to impress George. “I can stay on the sofa or something if the slaves use the guest rooms.”

George laughed and turned his back to stalk down the hall. When he didn’t hear Jesse following, he cast a glance over his shoulder. “Slaves in bed … how naive you really are, handsome.”

Jesse started after him, brow creased. “Where do they sleep then?” He caught up and followed George to the other side of the penthouse.

He realized Jesse was serious, and he laughed throatily again. “I have cages for them.” 


Bound, 1
The last thing Daniel, a hard-working public defender, expected to see the morning after a one night stand was his hook-up staring back at him from the wrong side of the law. Assigned to work his case, Daniel vows to keep things professional with Rafael but has a hard time controlling his craving for dominance, the control, and the connection they shared. Rafael, a paid Dominant in the Chicago underworld, has been dealing with a cop problem for far too long. Used to sex with no emotion, hes entranced with Daniels submission, his innocence, andcould there be something more? Can Daniel clear Rafael's name, keeping him out of jail and in his life, with the odds, a cop, and the mounting evidence against them? 
Be Warned: m/m sex, BDSM, branding, flogging, caning, whipping

“Oh shit,” he said too loudly, drawing the attention of the bailiff. He waved her off, muttering, “Nothing.”

“What?” Jesse hissed.

“I fucked one of our cases last night,” Daniel admitted, knowing he would get it out of him one way or another. There was no point fighting his partner’s excellent extraction skills.

“Which one?” Jesse asked, looking over his shoulder, way too amused.

He tried to nod subtly to one of the prisoners.

“You have to give me more than that.” Jesse stood up and blatantly turned around to study the men sitting in the rows behind them.

Stiffening in his seat, Daniel tried to keep his back to the man he had seen every naked inch of, as well as had his tongue buried inside of, till the early hours of the morning.

“Dark hair, six feet plus, green eyes.” He tried to speak out of the corner of his mouth so no one could read his lips.

“The one with the sleeve tattoo and the huge arms?” Jesse asked.

“Yeah,” he answered in a low, sheepish voice.

“I knew it was that one. You so have a type.” Jesse flipped back around to take his seat once more. He instantly went for the files, lifting up folders and setting the large stack right in front of him.

“What are you doing?” Daniel kept looking over his shoulder to see if the guy showed any signs of recognition.

“What’s his name?” He didn’t look up from the stack of files as he spoke.

“Rafael,” he whispered as his face flushed just saying his name. “What are you doing?”

“Figuring out what your lay did,” Jesse said, positively glowing by now.

“I really hate you,” he responded, pulling at his tie and trying to loosen it.

“You’ll thank me later.” Jesse hummed, plucking out the file and flipping it open. “Oh, hot damn, you picked a good one.”

Daniel snatched the file out of his partner’s hands, his eyes going wide. Life just got a little more interesting.
All through the arraignment hearing, he found it hard to keep his mind off the previous night spent at Rafael’s apartment. They’d had an instant connection. He groaned to himself as it became increasingly hard to focus.

“Do you think he did it?”
Who knows, but how many innocent men do we represent?Daniels stomach knotted. He didnt want the allegations to be true.



 Author Bio/Links:
When not staying up all night writing, J.R Gray can be found basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun, or at the gym where it's half assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant, pilot, and sword fighting enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. Gray frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns, to jot down nonsense. The bane of Gray's existence are commas, and even though it's been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder.

If Gray wasn't writing…well, that's not possible. The build up of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave or possibly a mental institution where the tales would end up on the walls in crayon and finger paint.

05 November 2014

Hello Jessica!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! What a beautiful cover!

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

Kate’s character is based a little off me, actually. In the story, she’s so blind that she can barely see, to the point that glasses wouldn’t have helped her any. My vision, without my glasses, is exactly the same as Kate’s. Unless someone practically sticks their nose to mine, I can’t see their facial features if I’m not wearing my glasses. So I just imagined what it would be like to be in the 1890’s without a pair of glasses, left alone in a male dominated world where a woman’s only option was marriage.

Alec’s character kind of grew as the story progressed. I didn’t know much about him when I started out, other than he was an English lord visiting America with his family. I knew I needed to put him in a difficult position, between choosing his duty or choosing love, but the details didn’t really fall into place until I started writing.

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

I brew a pot of coffee, figure out which song (or songs) are speaking to me and loop them, then settle into my favorite corner of the sofa with my laptop. Usually Binx, my cat, is either sleeping on my chest (which makes typing interesting) or he’s stretched out beside me with his head in my lap. If I can’t find a song that’s talking to me, I’ll put on a romantic comedy to listen to in the background while I write. Although, I’ve found the TV to be rather distracting so I try not to do that too often.

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

Bits and pieces of either myself or the people around me, certain character traits mostly, find their way into my characters. Sometimes, I’ll overhear a story that’s hilarious or gets me thinking and it sparks an idea for a story, but so far none of my stories have been based off real life events. Just the people in my life.


Kate Witten has never believed in love at first sight, or in Kate’s case, love at first touch. But from the moment they touch, Kate Witten knows there's no other man for her than Alec Westbrooke, Earl of Lynox. How can she help but succumb to moment's passion when faced with such a man? But there are consequences for their one night of bliss, and Kate is determined to handle things on her own. When she disappears from Charlotte, NC, Alec tears the city apart, searching for the only woman to ever hold his heart. When he finds her, he finds more than he bargained for. Will his responsibilities to his family weigh heavy on him? Or will he give everything up for the woman he loves?


“I wanted you to myself for a while,” he said.
“Alec, I… I can’t imagine why you would want to spend time with me. There’s nothing special about me.”
He urged her to sit and then sat beside her. “I beg to differ. The moment I saw you, I knew you were special. Can’t you feel it? There’s something between us.”
“Please don’t say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because… you’re a lord and I’m…”
“My being a lord has nothing to do with this,” he interrupted. “There’s an attraction between us. You can’t deny it.”
“No,” she said softly. “I can’t deny it.”
He reached out and caressed her cheek. “How close does someone have to be before you can see them?”
Her lips tipped up in a smile. “Our noses would practically have to touch before I could see you clearly and, even then, I couldn’t make out as much detail as most people.”
He slowly moved closer, giving her time to pull away, but she didn’t want to. She knew that she should, but she found that she was fascinated by him. He came closer, close enough that she felt the warmth of his breath on her skin. Small details came into focus. She noticed his eyes were blue, laugh lines crinkling the corners. Lines bracketed his mouth, telling her that he smiled frequently. His lips were full and she wondered what they would feel like pressed against hers. A blush heated her cheeks as she stared into his eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
“No, I’m not. I’m plain, ordinary.”
His thumb smoothed over her cheekbone. “Darling, you could never be plain.”
“Alec…” Before she could finish her sentence, he kissed her, his lips gently pressing against hers. It was the first time she’d ever been kissed, and it was everything she’d ever dreamed of. Her heart was racing as she slid her palms over his chest. Even through his shirt and jacket, she could feel his heart beating, nearly as fast as hers.
He placed his other hand at her waist and pulled her closer. Their bodies pressed together, she’d never felt so close to someone before. His lips moved softly against hers and she responded. It felt strange and yet so very right. Her body was warming from the inside out. She didn’t understand what she was feeling, but she wasn’t ready to stop kissing Alec.
“What is going on?” a voice demanded from the doorway.
She gasped and tried to pull away, but Alec held her tight.
“Nothing for you to concern yourself with, Charles,” Alec responded.
“Damn it, Alec. We talked about this.”
Alec kissed her forehead and rose. He walked across the room and faced his brother. “No, brother. You talked about this. I listened, but it doesn’t mean I agree with it. I’ll not marry someone just to line my pockets.”
So that was it, then. He had to marry for money. She had a decent monthly stipend, and her parents had set aside a small dowry for her, but it wouldn’t be near enough for a man who needed money. She’d known from the start not to look at any of Charles’s brothers, but she had hoped—the moment Alec’s lips had touched hers, she’d hoped that maybe things could work between them. But now it seemed that wasn’t to be.
She stood on shaky legs and walked toward them. “Please, don’t fight. Not over me. It… it won’t happen again, Charles. I’m sorry.”
Charles placed a hand on her shoulder. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I blame my brother, not you. He needs to find a wife with a hefty dowry, and well he knows it, and yet I find him toying with you.”
“I wasn’t toying with her!”
Kate slipped past them as they began to argue again. Hurrying down the hall, she escaped out the side door into the garden. Once outside, she breathed deeply, taking in the scents of roses, jasmine, and lilacs. The air was cleansing and made her feel a little better. Her senses were still reeling from the kiss she’d shared with Alec, but her thoughts were clouded by the argument he’d had with Charles. If he truly needed someone wealthy for a wife, then that left her out, no matter how magical their kiss might have been.
If she didn’t know better, she’d say that she was already falling for Alec, but that was ridiculous. They’d just met! But hadn’t that been how her parents had fallen in love? Her mother had once told her that she’d known the moment she saw Kate’s father that they were meant to be together. Kate didn’t have the benefit of sight, but she’d known from that first touch that there was something special about Alec.
She sat on a stone bench near a flowering bush and tilted her face toward the sun.



What happens when you get two artist romantics together? An impulsive marriage proprosal – and a woman who says yes (on the first date)!  While Jessica’s husband may not have intended for the words “marry me” to pop out on their first date, she surprised him even more by saying yes! That was over 14 years ago and they’re hoping for many more years together.

Jessica Coulter Smith began writing at an early age, but it wasn’t until 2008 that someone convinced her to have one of her stories published. When she received her acceptance letter in August 2008, it set her on an incredible journey, one she hopes will never end. In 2010, she decided to stay home with the kids and write full-time. It’s a decision she hasn’t regretted, and one that will hopefully result in many more stories to come.

Jessica loves to interact with her readers on Facebook and Twitter! But if you send her a friend request, be prepared for cute kitty pictures and kids getting into mischief, as well as updates on her writing.
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02 November 2014

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

Thanks so much for having me (and the boys, of course) over for a chat!

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
I liked the idea of two men who were not only polar opposites to each other but who were, deep down, quite different from how the public saw them. For me, personally, I find timid nervousness absolutely endearing. And, at the same time, I’ve totally been attracted to a take-charge, almost cocky personality. So, in my mind, if I could be attracted to two men like this, then I figured they'd totally hit it off if I were to put them together! 

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
Coffee helps. But, then, coffee helps pretty much everything, doesn’t it? I used to have a 9 to 5 where the bulk of my routine involved editing, so there are also times where a cheeky glass of red helps me turn off that editor’s voice and lets me just write… errors be damned!

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
Much to everyone’s chagrin, I’m constantly jotting things down that happen in real life –mainly because I have a memory like a sieve. I have notes on my phone and in a tattered book in my purse with descriptions of charming places, entertaining events, and even just faces I find particularly appealing. People are fascinating and, often, the things we say and do in real life are far and beyond anything you could try making up. And sometimes things just happen that you couldn’t have written if you tried… those are the best things to take note of for later use ;-)


Agonizingly shy Emory North has his life mapped out for him: finish his business degree, go to work for his father, and one day take over as CEO of North Star Publishing. More at home amongst stacks of books, Emory has little to no interest in his lot as ‘North Jr.’, but has never had the courage to follow his true passion—writing.
Brash and ballsy Bryce Palmer, editor-in-chief of ECLIPSEmagazine is known for bedding and discarding PAs like yesterday’s newspaper. He’s up against a serious deadline and down two staff members. And the last thing he has time for is babysitting the spoiled rich son of a CEO. But when Pierce Barclay North insists now is the time for his heir apparent to get his feet wet in the company waters, Palmer's hands are tied.

But looks can be deceiving. And, sometimes, passion can spark in the most unlikely of places...


By 6:30 Monday morning, Emory sat at his desk nursing a steaming hot cup of strong, black coffee. It was far earlier than he should rightfully be at the office. But his internal monologue was making him crazy and he’d hoped work might, at least, distract him from the situation. Torn between anger — at Bryce for his wrongful intrusion — and mortification — also directed at Bryce (but more at himself) for that stolen kiss — Emory was fit to be tied. Did he confront Bryce about the email and risk his ire? Or should he avoid both subjects entirely? Emory knew his father would give him some variation of the I Assumed As Much speech, if Bryce were to fire him. Would he, though? Would Bryce fire him for last night’s indiscretion? He’d seemed well enough into it at first. So maybe Emory could call him out on the manuscript without risk of being upbraided like a child for the kiss — or worse, fired.

Before he had time to become completely unhinged with his thoughts, they were interrupted with the arrival of their main source of strife.

“Morning,” was all Bryce muttered as he breezed past Emory’s desk and into his office.

Seriously? That’s it? Emory was at a complete loss. Now what? Act like nothing out of the ordinary happened Friday and he hadn’t spent the entire weekend fretting? March into Bryce’s office and demand an explanation for the email? Before he was able to decide one way or the other, his phone lit up — Bryce’s extension.

“Emory speaking,” he finally managed after picking up the phone and hesitantly clearing his throat.

“I should hope so — I did dial your number.”

“Oh, um.”

Bryce sighed and Emory was positive there had been an accompanying eye roll. “Are we back to nervous monosyllables again?”

“No, I…” Emory heard Bryce chuckle before he could manage to spit out the rest of his sentence.

“Would you please come into my office, Emory?” This was it. He was about to be tossed out on his ass and onto a pile of jilted former PAs… and he hadn’t even managed more than a drunken kiss!

“You wanted to see me?” Emory stood in the doorway of Bryce’s office, not entirely sure what to do or say. A million things came to mind: curse the man out for taking his story; apologize for his behaviour after the gala; kiss him one more time just to see if it was as scorching hot as he remembered. He chose none of the above and timidly avoided eye contact.

“Would you please come in?” Bryce appeared to be finishing up an email, his fingers flying across his keyboard. “Shut the door behind you and have a seat.”

Emory did as he was told and sat facing Bryce. Before he could change his mind, he managed to muster up more temerity than he’d ever thought possible, and spat out “I’msorryaboutFridaynight,” as though it were all one single word.

“Sorry about… what, exactly?” Emory was surprised to see a smile on Bryce’s handsome face.

“The wine?” Emory started worrying at his thumbnail once again.

“I didn’t mind the wine, to be quite honest. Made you much more… conversational.” And didn’t that sound laced with… undertones. Emory could feel his face burning.

“But that wasn’t what I wanted to discuss.” And there it was. Emory braced himself. 


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

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

Although she dreams of living some place isolated with an endless supply of wine and an infinite number of titles on her eReader, she currently lives in down-town Toronto with her husband and their rock star cat.
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28 October 2014
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Hello, Nicola!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

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

For me, character dynamics develop as I write the story. I can come up with a general idea of how I want a specific character to behave, but then they change during the actual writing process and I’m left to scramble madly and play catch up. In Assassin, for example, I wanted Taric to be tough but tender, Zhan to be sly, dangerous, and sarcastic as all hell, and Duncan to be a regular Joe who gets thrown into this alien bonding relationship. So of course the characters shifted a bit; Zhan turned out to a hidden soft spot, Duncan became far tougher than I originally imagined him to be, and Taric is the (extremely patient) glue that holds their triad together.

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

Depends on the book -- in the case of Assassin I don’t know any aliens in real life (or do I?), but I have a background in police procedure thanks to my dad and was able to call on that for Duncan and the New Black Watch, plus I’ve been a science fiction writer since 1995 so that helped with the SF aspects of the book. I also have a tendency to give friends cameos in my books -- Watchmen Muenzler, Hutson, and Seaborn were all named after members of my writers’ group.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’m currently finishing an MMF historical erotic romance set in 1923 Berlin called Behind the Iron Cross, and after that I start work on book three in my Olympic Cove series (book two, Breaker Zone, will be out from Evernight Publishing in late November).


While hunting raiders, Duncan Shea and other members of the New Black Watch run into a deadly ambush. Injured and alone, Duncan stumbles across a grounded shuttle carrying an Alphan warrior named Taric and a mysterious Xyran named Zhan. The handsome aliens agree to help Duncan, but he quickly learns they also have a plan of their own -- to claim him as their mate.

Forced to hide their bond from their respective governments, Taric and Zhan never expect to find their third bondmate while on an unauthorized mission to stop a vicious Xyran slave master. Neither of them can resist the urge to claim Duncan, but will their new mate help them catch their old foe, or turn them over to Earth -- and Alphan -- justice?


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Duncan stepped back as the airlock hatch rose, revealing a huge golden Alphan warrior in a black uniform. A brief memory flickered across his mind, an afternoon with a tall, broadly built watchman who had tumbled him laughing into a bed of leaves before fucking him senseless. The sex had left him with a distinct appreciation for men built on the alien’s scale.

“Greetings, human,” the Alphan said, golden eyes staring at him curiously. “Are you in need of aid?”

The low, rumbling voice knocked him out of the memory. “Uh, yeah. I mean, yessir,” Duncan said, wondering if he should salute or what. “Name’s Duncan Shea. I’m with the New Black Watch.” He showed his right arm, where a band of green and blue tartan had been clumsily sewn. At the alien’s puzzled look he added, “It’s a guard unit. We were tracking some thieves when we got ambushed about five klicks from here.”

The alien glanced at the woods behind him. “You are alone?”

Duncan grimaced. “My men are dead. Bastards planted some kind of mine in the woods.” Like an alien’s gonna know what a mine is. “You step on it, it blows up,” he clarified. “You heard anything about that, sir?”

The Alphan’s eyebrows rose. “About … mines?”

“Or thieves, sir. Local ones.”

The alien shook his head. “I know nothing about local criminals, Watchman Shea. Nor do I know anything about human explosive devices.”

Duncan sagged. Even if the Alphan was lying, there was no way he could prove it. And forcing his way on board an alien ship, even if it wasn’t hiding outlaws on board, was suicide. “All right, thank you.” With a weary tip of his hat, he turned to go.

“Wait,” the alien ordered. “You were injured in this explosion.”

It was a statement, not a question. Duncan shrugged, then winced as his cold, tight muscles cramped with the motion. “Got banged up a little, yeah.”

This time the Alphan glanced up at the gunmetal sky and the cold rain pouring down. “This weather is not safe or healthy for an injured human. Board my ship and I shall assist you.”

It was Duncan’s turn to raise his eyebrows. “‘Scuse me?”

“Did I use your language incorrectly?” The Alphan switched to a loud, slow tone. “Board … my … ship … and—”

Duncan shook his head. “I got that. I meant, why are you gonna help me?”

The alien smiled. It made his craggy, handsome face more human, somehow. “My race signed a treaty with yours to offer assistance when and where we could. As such, it is my duty as an Alphan warrior to assist an injured human warrior.”

“Oh.” That did line up with what he’d heard about the gold aliens and their sense of honor. “Well, sir, in the case, I’d be pleased to get out of the rain for a spell.”

The Alphan stepped back, and Duncan climbed into the airlock, pulling off his hat and swallowing a moan as the warm air hit his cold, wet skin. “Oh, that feels good.”

“I imagine it does.” The Alphan towered over him by a good six inches, and a pair of pointed black horns on his forehead added another inch of height. Duncan couldn’t help checking out the thickly muscled body straining the seams of its uniform. While he was in good shape, he suspected that the Alphan could crush him like a bug.

Or throw you down and fuck you silly, part of his mind suggested.

He shivered pleasantly at the thought. “Um, do you—”

“What a sodden creature,” another voice said sourly. “Do we let it drip dry, or do we wring it out?”


Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of "y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).
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23 October 2014

PUMPKIN WAFFLES with Apple Cider Syrup 

(Makes 6 servings)

2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
4 teaspoons baking powder                               
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground allspice
1 teaspoon ground ginger
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup packed brown sugar
1 cup canned pumpkin
2 cups milk
4 eggs, separated
1/4 cup butter, melted

1/2 cup white sugar
1 tablespoon cornstarch
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 cup apple cider
1 tablespoon lemon juice
2 tablespoons butter

  1. Preheat a waffle iron according to manufacturer's instructions.
  2. Combine the flour, baking powder, cinnamon, allspice, ginger, salt, and brown sugar in a mixing bowl. In a separate bowl, stir together the pumpkin, milk, and egg yolks. Whip the egg whites in a clean dry bowl until soft peaks form.
  3. Stir the flour mixture and 1/4 cup melted butter to the pumpkin mixture, stirring just to combine. Use a whisk or rubber spatula to fold 1/3 of the egg whites into the batter, stirring gently until incorporated. Fold in the remaining egg whites. Cook waffles according to manufacturer's instructions.
  4. To make the syrup, stir together the sugar, cornstarch, and cinnamon in a saucepan. Stir in the apple cider and lemon juice. Cook over medium heat until mixture begins to boil; boil until the syrup thickens. Remove from heat and stir in the 2 tablespoons of butter until melted. Serve warm.                ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 
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19 October 2014

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

Thank you for having me. (:

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

Evernight Publishing has a great series called, Planet Alpha. I wrote The Gathering with that series in mind. When it came to the characters, the alien had to fit certain guidelines and my other two characters were human so I felt I had a little leeway. I like dystopian stories and scenarios. The characters just came to me. A man who had just gotten out of the military… A woman scientist and inventor… How would the two of them, who happened to be childhood friends, cope in a dying world? How would they handle themselves if they were abducted? That’s what came to my mind and what I ran with when I set out to write the story.

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

The Gatheringdidn’t make it into the Planet Alpha series, but I was offered a Revise and Resubmit. So, I reworked the story and made it the first in a new futuristic series called, The Glorious Guild of Lady Windsurfer. This series has Nicola, the scientist and inventor, as the leader of a group of her friends and family members. Nicola is the narrator, and through her, readers can follow the tales of the people and their relationships. The group works toward the common good of man and for their own survival as they create new gadgets and explore strange worlds they access via portals.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have another Planet Alpha submission I’m waiting to hear word on. I’m working on the next story in my series called The Agency. I also have a couple more stories I’m working on for The Glorious Guild of Lady Windsurfer series.


The year is 2112, and the world has changed… 
Jake Landry is interested in having some fun. He’s in Las Vegas, newly single and just off his most recent tour of duty. In Vegas he has met up with his old friend Nicola Goodheart, a scientist and inventor who studies portals, other worlds, and strange beings. Jake has also met and become enamored with Alexander, a gorgeous man with violet eyes. Jake goes with Nic on a portal finding mission, and they all end up in Alexander’s alien world. 
Recruiter Alexander Bloodworth is interested in Jake for himself and in Nicola for placement in a pleasure house on his home planet of Aurath. When he hears word one of his people’s enemies are after Nicola and Jake, he goes to save them both, even at the peril of losing his job. 
Will they risk their hopes and dreams—Alexander and Jake for a chance at love and Nicola for her career—or will they falter and lose everything anyway?
Be Warned: m/m sex

Pleased the color started to return to Alexander’s skin, Jake smiled and rubbed Alexander’s arm, loving the way his brow knit together when he became perplexed. “It’s also known as dry humping or sex without penetration. We can rub and grind on each other to achieve an orgasm. It’ll get us over the hump.” He chuckled. “No pun intended. It’ll get us by until we’re where we have access to protection.”
“Sounds acceptable to me.” Alexander captured Jake’s mouth in another kiss and the only time he stopped kissing him was to pull Jake’s shirt over his head.
They mimicked each other’s touches—running their hands up each other’s smooth chests, tracing the dips and curves of their muscles, enticing nipples. When Alexander latched onto one of Jake’s hard nubs, Jake sucked in a stream of air. Alexander’s lips on his body were like heaven and hell. Heaven because their silky touch sent delightful vibes through him, and hell because whenever Alexander trailed down toward his pulsing cock, he didn’t take it in his mouth or lick or kiss it.
“Come on, Alexander. Quit teasing me.”
“What do you want me to do? I want to hear it. Tell me.”
Alexander’s rumbling commands sent more heat racing through Jake’s veins and down into his cock. Jake didn’t know his dick could get harder than it already was, but it had. He gazed straight into the alien’s stormy purple eyes. “I want you, Alexander. I want you to take me in that beautiful mouth of yours. I want you to suck me dry.”
The alien rose from the couch and towered over Jake before he dropped to his knees in front of him. Alexander reached out and grabbed the top of Jake’s pants, then yanked them down and off his body. Jake’s cock stood, bobbing to and fro as he resettled on the couch.
“Spread your legs, Jake.”

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Publishing Information
Publisher – Evernight Publishing
Series – The Glorious Guild of Lady Windsurfer, 1
Genre – Alternative (MM)/Gay, Futuristic, Sci-Fi, Erotic Romance, Steampunk
Heat Level – 3
Word Count – 35, 510
ISBN – 978-1-77233-049-6
Editor – Karyn White
Cover Artist – Sour Cherry Designs

17 October 2014

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

Hi Beth, thank youfor hosting me on your beautiful blog! I’m really happy to talk about The Perfect Shoot, book one in my new erotic interracial romance series Hot Model Mine from Evernight. I hope you enjoy this tale of ‘impossible’ love, dead-honest and written with my heart.

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

The premise was easy—“erotic romance author meets cover model of her book”. But their storycouldn’t be easy. I needed drama, hopelessness, emotions all over the place… So I made the heroine a thriving writer and hard-working mother nearing her forties, tough and independent but with low self-esteem. The hero had to be her opposite—young, self-confident, sex-on-legs. Andrea lost faith in love many years ago, while Yushka was becoming sick of his numerous fleeting relationships. Then, as I wanted the book to start with a bang!I made Andrea have a secret crush on Yushka prior to meeting him AND when she arrived at the conference, he was in the midst of “betraying” her with another woman! No need to say their dynamics were bound to become explosive, lol.

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

No, I don’t have any habits at all. I’ll write anywhere, anytime. My days are full. In parallel with everything else I have trotting in my head, I’m constantly playing a scene or another and write it down whenever I have a minute. But I do need to be in a certain frame of mind in order to sink deeply in a character’s POV and convey his/her feelings, emotions, and thoughts appropriately.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

The sequel! I’m currently writing book 2, Mine to Love, and hope to have it ready for submission by the end of the year. I also have the erotica High-Risk Fever coming out soon, an even steamier story than the Hot Model Mine series. Then I’m working on a psychological thriller, a monster of a project that will take me years to finish. I love writing that genre just as much as erotic romance! Lastly, I’m collaborating on a suspense romance novel with my talented author sista DC Stone. :-)

When Andrea Johnson, writing as author Cindy Vega, signed up for a Meet & Greet with the cover model of her latest book, she didn’t expect sparks to fly. Yushka is dangerously good-looking and too young for her. But their connection is instantaneous, and during a photo shoot with the two, the photographer picks up on their growing attraction. Seeing the potential for the cover photo of the century, he decides to push their comfort limits...

An assistant calls Yushka’s name. Bare-chested, the Asian hunk appears from a group of models, strolls to the spotlights, and waits in front of the camera with the confident stance of a professional.
The whole place quiets as if in awe. He’s unbelievably beautiful with his tanned, bulging muscles and washboard-abs-to-die-for. When photographer Lemaître asks him to undo his hair, a black waterfall lands on his shoulders and down his back. A few muffled feminine squeals fill the silence.
One by one, authors whose books he appears on get a few pictures taken with him in flattering positions, wrapping their arms around his back or swallowed up in his embrace, beaming like schoolgirls at their first prom.
Jealousy rips through me so violently I can barely breathe, but my time is up soon, and I hate that even more. I’m non-photogenic, and seeing pictures of myself makes me sick. I’ve chosen a sexy, black top and matching short skirt for the occasion, but looking my best doesn’t help. My stomach ties in a knot.
“Cindy Vega,” an assistant calls.
Fuck, that’s me. I’m dead.
“Go,” Laurie says, giving me a small push.
All muscles tense, I leave my safe corner and join Yushka. He greets me with a placid face, but from the warmth in his pupils, I get a feeling he’s glad to see me. Side by side, narrowing our eyes from the piercing light, we face Lemaître and wait for orders.
Damn. Being so near Yushka’s naked torso is unbearable, as is the heat from the lamps shining on us. Sweat beads roll down the sides of my chest, between my breasts. He endures, too. A thin film of sweat coats his golden skin, making it glow, but he doesn’t seem bothered.
Lemaître clears his throat. “Bon. Stand a little closer. Cindy, this is for Eden Luna Publishing’s website. Officially, we want authors happily meeting their cover models, but off the record, we want sensual, we want heat. Readers will get off seeing your pictures like they do reading your books.”
Stiff as a rod, I nod agreement. I’d half expected this. Problem is, I hate being in the spotlight with so many people watching, and I hate the notion of having my photo all over the internet.
“Sooo,” he continues, “I will ask you to just stand like this, facing me, and smile. That is all. Yushka knows what he has to do.”
Turning to my side, Yushka puts a hot hand on my stomach and the other on the small of my back. Though light, his touches destabilize me, as does the warm, musky scent sneaking to my nostrils.
“Closer,” Lemaître orders. “Bodily contact.”
Shit, I’m fucked.
The stud radiates heat as he approaches, sweaty chest sticking to my arm, heart beating against my skin. His crotch barely brushes my hip, but each pore in my body becomes acutely aware of him, on high alert. As last night’s intense arousal replays in all of me, my inner thighs clench with renewed want.
Whispers and low chuckles sound from both sides of the vast lobby. I try to forget the hundred eyes following my every move, but can’t help being distracted, bathed in full light and painfully self-conscious.
“That is better.” Like a shooting gun, Lemaître’s camera clicks and the flash blinds me repetitively. “Now, give him a smile, Cindy. You know the kind I want.”
My throat so dry I can’t speak, I turn to Yushka.
He’s very near, inches from my face, black pupils gleaming with mischief. Sweat pearls on his face, making him look sexier than ever. Long, black hairs glue to his forehead and cheeks. He smells of soap, his close shave making him look baby-faced.
Seemingly at ease, the heaving of his chest regular, he stares into my eyes. I can’t believe his confidence. Modelling is his profession, but how does he stay so fucking calm?
“You wanna give me a smile?” he whispers, warm breaths brushing my chin. Behind me, his large hand sneaks lower and palms my butt cheek. With that and his other fingers splaying on my stomach, he pulls me to him, making me feel the entire length and…hardness…of his cock on my hip.
I suck in a breath.
His lips curl up in a self-satisfied grin. “Hm, Andrea? You wanna give me a smile?”
Oh my fucking God. I can’t help but obey while my insides go up in flames.
Flashing his teeth, he kneads my ass with a strong hand and pushes his full erection against me. He knows what he’s doing, the devil. He knows slowly rubbing me with his cock turns my pussy to burning liquid.
Somewhere, a feminine gasp breaks the silence, followed by contained laughter.
Très bien, we have a smile,” Lemaître says, camera clicking, flash shooting. “Thank you, Cindy, that will be enough. Next!”
Still grinning and holding my look, Yushka slowly backs off, leaving chillier air between us.
I’m frozen. In shock, lust, need.
“Come on, move it!” Lemaître calls. “We don’t have all day.” 
No shit.

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