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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?

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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.

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“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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15 October 2014

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

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

Oh gawd, that is a very tough question. The best way to explain it is using actual characters from the story and to say that I gave them all issues. I know, cruel author lady, but I did give them solutions, they just had to hunt for them.

Take Mickey, the main character in Invicta Sanctuary. He enters the story with several issues, but one cause for them all. He needs to restore his self-confidence. He had bookoos of it at one time, so he’s familiar with it and can recognize it in someone else, but not within himself. He lost it, and doesn’t know how to get it back. He realizes this fact, but instead of trying to fix it, he chooses to throw up walls to protect himself, or so he thinks. Mickey has several mental projections of himself that range from the “should have been me” image, to the “was me” version, all the way to the “I’m expected to be” scenario, where even his own expectations are impossible to meet. (that one alone tosses him into fear and failure mode by default)

Now bring Kaiden into the story, he can look at Mickey and recognize the fear side of it. Kade knows how to beat fear because he’s done it. (or thinks he has) But let Toryn come in the story, and he zooms in on Mickey’s trust issues. Enter Holton, who has the need to rescue and save everyone, join in. All he sees is a desire, a strong need to fit in and be accepted. Holt has daddy issues from his own past. Three separate solutions to three different issues. One cause.

They dynamics part of the characters is that they all hold bits and pieces of the solution, and the only way to completely resolve it is to have all the puzzle pieces. That is what makes them dependent on one another. Invicta means unbeatable, undefeatable and when they can help each other like this, that’s what they become…unbreakable. That is what Invicta is all about. Did that make any sense what so ever? hahaha

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

I guess only a couple. I need music, and it has to be blasting. That automatically tosses me in the zone for the most part. Not sure if that is a routine, a preference or a habit, it’s just something that has to take place before I can type one word. Next would be a pot of coffee, pretty sure that’s just a bad habit, even though it’s still a necessity. I think the last one, is more an OCD issue, but I have to have a clean desk to start. Once I get in the zone, I don’t want anything distracting me, so I clean off the desk to make sure of that.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

October 17th-CRAVE anthology by Hot Ink Press
December 2014-Passions Pride. (Final book of the Passion Series)After the New Year, in Spring 2015-Invicta book 3
Summer 2015 (hopefully) Start of a new series. Still researching title names.


About me:Piper Kay is a homegrown country girl straight from the outskirts of Houston, Texas, USA. She is a #1 International Best Selling author of LGBT Erotica, and an International Bestselling author of LGBT Erotica romance, gay romance, specifically in the male/male (m/m) erotica genre, and LGBT drama. Piper is bringing her passion of storytelling straight to the pages, most times served with a super-sized sprinkle of sexy, a slice of sarcasm and a carafe of crazy.

What is your sanctuary? For Mickey, he never needed one, he was his own. Until now. In a situation spinning out of control, Mickey is forced to make a move and he's not sure how to handle it. He's an intelligent, self-reliant man who never depended on anyone for anything, but now he is alone for the first time in his life, scared. By accident, he ends up at Invicta, the hottest new male go-go dance club in town. Owners, Kade and Holt, know the behavior all too well, but Mickey's trust factor is leveling out on zero, until he spots Toryn. Sometimes sanctuary can be found in the strangest of places.

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1. That young, dark haired, and tatted up hottie grabs me right off the bat. He can’t be more than twenty-four tops. Just right. He’s been poured into those leathers, his ass packed in nice and tight. Firm. They might as well have wrapped the man in saran wrap, not that I’d complain either way. He’s finally announced, but it’s probably a stage name he uses. Who even cares? As long as he keeps shaking himself around, I’m all good. The man rocks to the beat of the music. He pops that majestic ass in perfect tune with the thumps blasting from the speakers. Done like a true power bottom and personally, I’m enjoying the hell out of it. His hips begin to roll in a perfect circle, as he pivots on one foot to his side. He coils himself all the way around twice before facing the front. I’m loving his body movements. Someone stick a fork in me, because I’m sizzling… I think I may have just fallen in love with the man on the stage and those ‘fuck me hard’ hip moves.

2. Somehow, with just one kiss, he plowed right through the thoughts that had me worried sick all evening, and redirected them to one focal point. Him!  Slowly, I reach for Toryn's waist with one hand to see if he'll let me closer or slap me down. God, I feel like I'm in high school on my first damn date again-CHILL Mickey, just calm down. He looks down at my hand, then back to me. Without breaking our eye contact, I feel his hand wrap around mine and tighten. Oh thank fuck!  I yank him into me, lowering my head so our mouths meet. Our kisses, so sloppy, and hungry for each other. I press against him, unable to get enough. Running my hand along his waist to his back, I tightening my grip, and spin him around, slamming him against the wall. He lets out a moan. Before I can stop myself, I bury myself inside his mouth, swallowing every bit of that delicious moan. Fuckenhell.

3. I yank him into me, lowering my head so our mouths meet. Our tongues are so much more aggressive, now that all the unspoken terms and agreements have been cleared. Well, at least they have on my behalf. We dart and chase around each other, so sloppy and hungry for each other. No matter how hard I press against him, I can't get enough of him or fast enough for that matter. Oh my God, the man's mouth feels incredible.


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13 October 2014
The Evernight Birthday Blog Hop celebration still has one more day but I thought I'd invite Elizabeth Monvey over to talk about her M/M paranormal series "My Boyfriend Is..."  Her latest book is My Alien Boyfriend, available HERE!

Thank you so much for letting me visit and talk about my series!  So far there are three books, but Evernight just accepted book 4, My Ghostly Boyfriend, and I'm working on Book 5.

Q) Oh, sounds interesting!  Can you tell us a little about My Alien Boyfriend?

This is a very emotional story, in which Mace is an alien, perfectly content to live on Earth and study us long as he doesn't use his "gifts".  Once he does, he must return home so he doesn't run the risk of being discovered.  But in order to do that, he must save Parker's life, who is his one true love.

Q)Can you give some hint about Book 5?

This one is going to be titled My Pregnant Boyfriend and is going to be slightly longer than the Romance on the Go, which is the category the other books are in.  My two heroes, Ethan and Peter, are shifters, only Peter is an animal long thought extinct.  Since he's the last one of his kind alive, he ends up in the family way. 

To write this type of story, I had to find a way that made sense, not using "aliens" (since I'd already used that).  I think I came up with a clever twist on the shifter mythology.

Q) Do you have any more My Boyfriend Is... lined up after book 5?

I have a whole slew of ideas.  With this type of idea I really can't run out.  But it all depends when I'll get to them.  I'd love to write My Zombie Boyfriend.  I like Zombies.  

Q) Can you give any type of background info on My Ghostly Boyfriend?

I got the idea from a movie I watched titled The Invisible, staring the adorable Alex O'Loughlin (only he played a bad guy in this).  A young, rich kid is attacked and left for dead and his spirit floats around wondering what the heck happened.  The only person who can see him is the girl who helped attack him.  It's a really good thriller that keeps your heart racing.  I used that idea to inspire what happens to Tom.

Thanks so much, Elizabeth, for visiting with me!  If you've missed any of the "My Boyfriend Is..." series, check out the blurbs below!

My Alien Boyfriend (My Boyfriend Is... book 3):
Parker Iwata loves his boyfriend, Mace Smith, and he trusts in the knowledge that they are honest with one another on everything. Although they had a whirlwind romance, he knows that Mace is the man he’s going to be with forever. 

But one tragic accident changes everything. 

Mace Smith is not from this world. He’s a visitor, one that has special powers to bring Parker back from the brink of death. But in doing so, he must give up everything and leave Earth. Can he possibly convince Parker to go with him back to his world? 

                                                   My Boyfriends Is... book 1

Aaron and Tony’s relationship is going strong after almost a year, except for once a month when Tony has to return home to check on his uncle. Aaron feels slighted because he’s never included, so he decides to take matters into his own hands and follow Tony. 

Tony Lykes can’t tell the love of his life that he’s descended from a long line of werewolves. But when Aaron shows up in the middle of a werewolf battle, he’s sentenced to death in an effort to keep the werewolf pack a secret. 

Now Tony, who is an enforcer of his pack, has to make the decision of upholding the werewolf law or defying protocol and customs to turn his very human mate.     
Available HERE
                                                  My Boyfriend Is... book 2

Dillon Vancil loves two things. The first is being a bartender on the Vegas strip and the second is his sexy boyfriend, Liron. Fortunately, he doesn’t have to choose between the two because he works in Liron’s gay nightclub, Dionysus. 

Liron has been alive for three hundred years, ever since he was turned into a vampire. Although he’s had lovers through the centuries, no one has touched his heart until Dillon. But sharing that he’s undead might be too much for a human to believe, so Liron hides his true identity. 

But when Dillon is taken in revenge by one of Liron’s oldest enemies, it is time he tells his lover the truth…before it’s too late.

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                                              Coming Soon.... My Ghostly Boyfriend
                                               My Boyfriend Is... book 4


Joseph and Tom have been in a relationship for two years. When Joseph pops the big question, Tom immediately accepts.  Their lives are absolutely perfect …and then the unthinkable happens.

Tom has been in an accident.  Terrifying, unexplained phenomena occurs at Joseph’s work and he’s not sure if he’s hallucinating or experiencing a ghostly cry for help.

With his lover existing in limbo and only an invisible touch to guide him, Joseph must find Tom before time runs out and the love of his life succumbs to death.

Elizabeth Monvey is the pseudonym for a single mother from Los Angeles.  She writes manlove stories, where the hero meets the man of his dreams because happily ever after is one of her favorite things.  She can be found on Facebook:
03 October 2014

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29 September 2014

Perhaps I'm the silliest person on the planet but I totally missed these books when they first came out.  I'm slightly glad, because I was able to buy them all at once and devour, but how the fuck did I miss this amazing author and these amazing books?

So from what I read, the books were published out of order.  I actually read the fifth book, Double Time, first when I found it at a thrift store.  As a lover of menage, the rock star theme sounded amazing.  Let me tell you, I devoured that book!  Then I went back and bought the others in ebook, so now, all I want for Christmas are the paperback versions to put in my personal library.

Not only is the writing consistently great, but the humor inter spaced throughout the novels is amazing.  This series is about a rock band, Sinners, going out on tour and how each band member manages to find love.  Now, granted the premise has been done before, but this series is a step and leap above a lot of rock-n-roll romances.  I do have to point out that this an erotica, and the sex is unique, hot and often kinky.  If you don't think you can get your freak on, this series may be an eye opener in that department.

Each rocker is unique, and their voice is unique through each book.  Brian falls in love with an older woman.  Sed learns how not to be too controlling.  Jace's need for pain is satisfied through BDSM.  Eric shoots too soon.  And Trey finds a boy and a girl to satisfy his needs.  The dialogue is always witty and the narrative flows smoothly.  I have one book left to read, the Sinners at the Alter, and I'm done.  But I'll be damned sure to pick up Olivia Cunning's next book.  I'm happy to see that she has a backlog to purchase as well.  It's rare to find such a talented author and I'm so happy I found her book in that thrift store. 

Read Order:

Backstage Pass
Rock Hard
Hot Ticket
Wicked Beat
Double Time
Sinners at the Altar
Coming Soon: Sinners in Paradise

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24 September 2014

This excerpt comes from a WIP that is more idea than actually plotted out, but the main character Bishop Cain keeps bugging me to write his story.  (I think he's anxious to claim his lady love!)

I've always been fascinated with where the mind can take us, and what is more romantic than a past life love?  If one believes in the notion of love at first sight then something has to be ingrained in our DNA, doesn't it?  I've already written one past life love story for the Dreams & Nightmare Anthology, but this one, titled Recover Me, will be a little more visceral.

I would LOVE feedback, positive and negative.  Thank you!

At that moment, a bell dinged, alerting the spectators that the matches were getting ready to start.  This wasn’t the organized shit seen on television.  These fights were down and dirty and people bet huge amounts of money on them because anything went.  There were no referees.  Two men entered and one man dominated, and if the unlucky prick who lost happened to lose died of a consequence then so be it.  The prize money drew in contestants looking to make a name for themselves and only the best survived.  Watching the carnage was interesting, entertaining, and the brutality called to some latent warrior inside him.  He’d never get into the ring, but only because he made more money protecting the Boss.  It didn’t stop him from wanting to get inside the cage and bust some heads as the testosterone took him into a blood-fueled high.
Yet none of it registered this time as he looked at the girl.  She managed to fell him with one wide eyed glance from her pretty brown eyes.  The lights dimmed and suddenly he couldn’t see her.  She’d faded instantly and panic surged through him.  His hands closed into fists and every instinct in his body urged him to go find her, protect her.  Only his loyalty to the Boss held him back.
“Bring her to me,” the Boss ordered.
Bishop glanced down at him, surprise and suspicion suddenly streaking through his gut.  The only time the Boss ever wanted a girl was when he wanted to fuck her, and Bishop wasn’t sure he could stand by and let that happen.  He didn’t know her, and yet, his protective instinct surged immediately.
“Did you hear me, Cain?” the Boss demanded.  “Bring her to me.”

Bishop nodded and had one of the other bodyguards, Salvatore, take up his position as he left the private box.  He’d worked for Sherman Groto practically his whole life, starting when he tried pick pocking the man when he was a kid.  The up and coming mob boss had liked his audacity and spunk and had hired him as a runner.  Bishop had clawed his way up the proverbial ladder until he’d become Groto’s main bodyguard.  It had helped that once he’d hit puberty his body began filling out as he’d grown over six foot.  Through the years he worked to put on the muscle as well as developed his fighting skills.  Once he’d proven himself, he’d become invaluable to Sherman Groto. 
And never once, in all those years, had he ever questioned the Boss’s decisions.  Bishop had long ago lain to rest his conscious and morals, but now, with one command, he was ready to defy the one man who’d given him a purpose in life.  

This was my inspiration for Bishop Cain.

23 September 2014
The cold of space has never been hotter.....

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.


1. This story came to me in a dream.  I clearly envisioned Jordan in the camp, hiding her identity and the story grew from there.  Originally, it started out as having two Xyrans, but there were technical problems having two Xyran men on this particular mission, so I switched the Xryan Davil into the human David.  

2. As I said, the first draft names had two Xyrans, and their names were Ten and Davil. There was a Jordan line that came to me, that I loved, but ultimately had to sacrifice:  "Great, I'm with a number and a demon."

3. There is a scene where she must fight her way out and save a little Alphan girl from the evil Xyrans, and the first go round had her breaking a chair over their heads (how cliched, eh?).  At the time, I was watching Fringe off Netflix and in one episode, the heroine kills one of her captors by making a so-called air gun from a bunch of machines.  So I thought I could "borrow" that idea.  Of course, I had to do a lot of research to see if that was even possible!  My editor loved the change and so that is how Jordan defeats her much stronger alien captors.

4.  In the original draft, Jordan is rescued by Alphan warriors after her escape with the Alphan child.  Here's the chilly reception that Davil (David) and Laith receive:

            A beeping alert sounded through the ship and Davil groaned.  “I’m beginning to hate this ship.”
            Davil hurried to the cockpit and a minute later Laith limped to his chair.
            “We have Alphans heading toward us,” Davil told him.  “Probably a patrol.”
            “Can you hail them?”
            Davil tried to contact them but they didn’t respond.  “No.  They might be in a shoot now ask questions later type of mood.”
            “All right.  Get us off here and pull back to neutral space.  We’ll contact the outpost directly.”
            Seconds later, they lifted off the planet surface.  The entire time they tried to contact the Alphan outpost but all they got was silence.  Even as they came right to the edge of Alphan territory there was absolute silence.
            “I don’t like this, Laith,” he muttered.
            “Nor do I.”
            Davil kept sending out hails until he began contemplating doing something really reckless like storming an fortified Alphan base.  And then finally, they got a response.  As the connection went through, a haughty Alphan stared coldly back.
            “We’re looking for a human female named Jordan,” Laith said by way of a greeting.  “Perhaps you-”
            “Jordan Kuper is no longer your concern,” the Alphan stated coldly. 
            “Excuse me?” Davil demanded.  His blood ran cold at the thought that something happened to her.  He began to doubt the idea of letting her go off on her own.
            “As compensation for her brave return of the Alphan child, her request to go back to Earth has been granted.  If you try to enter Alphan territory again, you will be gunned down.”
            The viewscreen blinked out, leaving Davil and Laith staring at it in shock. 
            “What shall we do, Laith?”
            “We’re going to get our mate back,” Laith said, a promise in his voice.

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21 September 2014

Hello Bethany-Kris!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  What a gorgeous cover for your release, Spray Paint Kisses!


Hi there! Thanks for having me on today. And yes, the cover for Spray Paint Kisses is really great. Sour Cherry Designs did such an awesome job with it. I was so impressed considering my mind did a huge blank when asked what I wanted on it.

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

I don’t usually get the chance to dream up anything about my characters. They are all entities of their own making inside my head. One day they’re not there, the next, they are. When they are, they start talking. How old they are, what they look like, and the things they like/do. That sort of thing. They’re very insistent about having their story told the way they want it told, right down to dialogue and prose. Every character is different, some are more persistent than others. The only thing I ever really get to pick about my characters is their names, and I find that to be the hardest part.

Spray Paint Kisses wasn’t much different when it came to this. Gage was inspired by a young man in my hubby’s hometown, where the story actually takes place, and Summer was the pretty blonde on his arm, trying to find a place to call home.

Q) Are you, yourself an artist?  What drew you to the world of graffiti art?

I think being an author of fictional romances makes me an artist of one form. I certainly have a drive and desire to create with words, characters, and stories. I want people to feel something, experience the world I created, when they pick up my work. Writing is just my way of being creative and exploring the sometimes darker places inside my mind.

Graffiti art, or street art (really depends on who you ask), is something I’ve long since had a high respect for. When I lived in the city, it was everywhere, and new pieces could pop up overnight. Some pieces were less than stellar, and other tags were breathtakingly amazing. I always wondered who these artists were behind the work, but that’s kind of the culture of street art—or a part of it, anyway—being anonymous. Having the ability to get in, do the piece, and get out without ever being seen. I think that’s what really drew me in—the culture of it all. Learning the lingo and the rules, so to speak. Artists who have been deemed by other artists that their work is exceptional and practically untouchable are known to be called “Kings” and some even tag their work with that title instead of their own names. You can’t be deemed a King by just anyone, but only by another artist who has been given that respective title. There are some other interesting things, too, like the artists who strive to use only colors of spray paint that is no longer in production because it gives their work that much more of an original tag.

I have a Pinterestboard dedicated to graffiti art and other inspiration for Spray Paint Kissesthat features some of my favorite pieces I’ve found while scouring the internet for artists and their work.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Well, in late October, I will be self-publishing the final book in my Russian Guns series, titled The Score. Currently I’m focusing on getting the editing done for that and designing cover art … let’s not forget formatting.

Besides that, not much. My third son is due mid-November, and I’ve decided to take a couple of months break after The Score comes out to welcome my son into the world and give him the one on one time he needs with me, his brothers, and his father. So, a mini-vacation, I guess. From publishing, anyway. I do plan to keep writing. I have a WIP that is almost finished about a Navy SEAL and his estranged wife, and I also started another contemporary mafia series titled The Filthy Three that I hope to begin publishing starting with book one Filthy Ruins in January. I haven’t planned much further than those things. Ha ha.

Thanks so much for having me!

Spray Paint Kisses by Bethany-Kris
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, New Adult
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: August 20th, 2014
Length: 26k – Short Story

He’s left his mark everywhere. She’s still trying to find a place to leave hers.

Gage Masselin is a graffiti artist whose life has revolved around his art, and focused entirely on his career. He’s never needed a muse to get his inspiration flowing, so when an unexpected blonde-haired beauty knocks him out of his zone, he knows he’s in trouble.

Summer Davey is just a traveling girl with a gypsy’s soul. The one constant she has is her need to keep moving on. She’s never stayed in one place long enough to plant roots, never mind finding a man with spray paint kissing the tips of his fingers to make her heart beat faster.

She inspires him. He’s the first thing to ever feel like home.

Sometimes the hardest things to find in love and life are the easiest to lose.

“Isn’t that illegal?”

Gage Masselin nearly dropped the aerosol paint can when he heard the feminine voice. Whenever he was in the middle of creating a tag, he was in the zone. There were no sounds but the constant whoosh of the spray paint can’s nozzle and his rhythmic breathing. No distractions took him away from his art.

Well, usually.

Turning on his heel, Gage forgot about the black and white bandana he still wore around his lower face as a shield from the paint fumes. The material muffled his surprise as he came face to face with the prettiest damned thing he’d ever seen in his twenty-two years of life.

Long waves of golden hair were tied off to the side in a messy braid, falling over her front. There wasn’t a lick of makeup on her clear peaches and cream complexion. Standing in gladiator style sandals, ripped up jean shorts, and a faded band T-shirt, the girl could have been just about anyone.

Except she couldn’t. Gage’s tiny New Brunswick hometown was a blink and you’d miss it kind of place. Growing up in Plaster Rock gave him the ability to know everyone, even if he didn’t officially live there fulltime anymore. Thing was, people moved away, new people didn’t move there.

Everybody knew everyone else, or they thought they did. Gage didn’t know this girl.

“Uh …”

The girl smirked before waving in Gage’s direction. “Your face.”

His face?



Instantly, Gage realized what the girl meant. The bandana still covered the lower part of his face, including his mouth. He probably looked like some little hoodrat hiding in the alley, tagging the shit out of the high school library’s wall.

No wonder she thought he was doing something illegal.

Tugging down the bandana so it rested around his throat, Gage offered the girl a shrug in explanation. “Sorry, habit to wear it. I usually don’t have company when I’m painting, so no reason to have my mouth free to chat.”

“You mean an accomplice, right?”

“No, I mean company,” Gage replied with a smile.

“I didn’t realize graffiti had become legal.”

Oh, this girl had balls, or she just liked breaking them. Either way, Gage liked that.

“It’s not. That’s probably why I spent two years in juvenile hall.”

“Wouldn’t be juvie now, though.”

“No,” Gage said. “It’d be the pen. Good thing it’s legal. I’m not looking to spend any more time in a lockup.”

The girl still didn’t look convinced.

“Honest, sweetheart. See …” Gage pointed at the piece of official paper taped to the brick wall. If a cop happened to stop by, all he had to do was refer to that permit. “Gives me the right to be here slumming up this wall with my work. The school commissioned me to do the piece. It’s all on the legal side of things, promise.”

A small hand rested on her jutted out hip. The action caused Gage to let his eyes wander down the expanse of her creamy thighs and wonder if they felt as smooth and silky as they looked. They probably did. He bet she’d taste like salt, skin, and sin.

Shit, how short were those jean shorts of hers, anyway?

Short enough that they made Gage’s mouth a little dry just from staring.

Fucked, that’s what he was, and he didn’t even know her name.

“If you say so,” the girl mused.

Gage couldn’t help but tease. “What would you have done if I said it was illegal? Call the cops?”


“That’s it?”

She smiled a blinding sight. “That’s it. It is pretty.”

“Uh, thanks?”

“You’re welcome.”

With one more glance at the bare bones of the mural just beginning to take form, the girl turned to leave. Gage was positive his heart leaped into his throat, creating a lump his words couldn’t make their way by.


The darkened blue of her eyes glittered as she stared back. “Yeah?”

Gage forced himself to swallow the nerves beginning to form in his throat. Nervousness wasn’t like him at all. “You didn’t tell me your name.”

“You didn’t tell me yours, either.”

“Gage. It’s Gage.”


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Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother of two young sons, two cats, and two dogs. Between barking dogs, snuggling cats, playing children, and a spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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16 September 2014

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

Thanks for having me!

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

A) Andie came to me first, all buttoned up and seemingly incapable of having fun. I think there are elements of me in her. She's very misunderstood and beneath her tough shell she's a sweetheart. Of course, she needed someone to spar with, and who better than a hunk who lives life on the edge? Matt is full of mystery and it takes one determined lady to unravel the secrets which motivate his adrenaline-filled lifestyle.

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

A) I make sure I'm in my comfy clothes – yoga pants and sweatshirt - before I settle down to write. I have four important writing tools: notebook, pen, tea, and chocolate. And a quiet room away from two teenage boys is a must!

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

A) I've just released Pyramid of Passion, which is a time travel romance back to Ancient Egypt. I'm also working on a shifter ménage story which seems to have stalled now I've reached the bedroom…

Seduced by the Daredevil – Jorja Lovett
Thanks for hosting me today, and sharing in the release new madness! Seduced by the Daredevil is available now and is a bit of a departure from my usual style. It started life as a medical romance, but there are definitely moments of rom com in there, as you can see from the excerpt…
Sparks fly when 'Miss Stuffy Knickers' Andrea Bolan meets her match in daredevil Matt King. There's nothing quite like a passionate kiss to motivate a girl to jump off a building in the name of charity. With her inhibitions left far behind she begins to see the benefits of no-strings fun and sets her sights on her sexy abseiling instructor, but things don't go exactly to plan. 

Adrenaline junkie Matt fights his demons by living his life on the edge and an uptight dietitian definitely isn't his usual type. But, when they're thrown together at work there's no denying the chemistry. Lust is easy for him to deal with, but he doesn't do commitment. 

A sizzling affair catches them both by surprise but if they're not careful their pasts might just cost them any chance of future happiness. 

Matt was eternally grateful he had bought the apartment close by, overlooking the River Lagan. He had enough trouble keeping his hands off Andrea for the duration of the five-minute journey. Small talk with a driver in no obvious hurry was the last thing he wanted, with seduction on his mind. He held it together until they pulled up outside the apartment block.

"Cheers, mate." He threw a few notes through the window and pulled a giggling Andrea from the passenger seat.

Lust fuelled their journey and they half-ran to the entrance of the exclusive new complex. The few steps leading to his front door were taken in such a frenzied rush to reach their destination that Andrea stumbled on those impossibly high heels.

"Are you okay?" On autopilot, he knelt down to her crumpled position on the step and carefully removed her shoe to check for any swelling.

"I'm fine." She giggled again and held up the broken heel of her shoe.

"Thank goodness that's the only casualty," he said, and swept her, and the broken stiletto, up into his arms to carry her the rest of the way. With one hand fiddling with the lock and the other cradling Andrea close to him, who said men couldn't multitask?

Once inside, he set her back onto her feet and closed the door shut with the force of his body pinning hers against it. He wanted her naked, and that damn sweater which had teased him all day needed to go. Andrea didn't resist when he lifted it to reveal the bounty beneath, but tugged at his T-shirt in response until pressing his naked skin to hers became as necessary as breathing. He impatiently hiked her top higher to strip her completely of it.

"Hold on a sec." Andrea's muffled voice came from the tangle of blue wool wedged around her head. He yanked until her head popped free, leaving that once-silky hair a veritable bird's nest.

"That's better," she said. "Now you."

He broke contact to get rid of the barrier, and those few seconds let him drink in the sight of her. In a white bra and jeans, hair mussed, and lips swollen from his tending, she was a far cry from the priss-miss he'd first encountered.

Man, what a turn-on.

The rapid rise and fall of her chest mesmerized him, but restrictive cotton denied him the full effect of her voluptuous cleavage. Eager to free her from all conservative binds, his fingers sought to unhook the fastening of her bra. A well-rehearsed tug and flick failed to open the catch, and he distracted her with a passionate kiss while he worked on it. First with one hand, then with two, he pushed and pulled to no avail.

Finally, he had to admit defeat. "I can't get this bloody thing open, Andie."

Resisting the urge to rip it off, Matt waited while she reached to undo it herself. She whipped her underwear off to release her pert breasts into view, and slung it in his direction. The bra catapulted directly into his face, the tail end popping him in the eye. Instinctively he clutched his eye and stifled a verbal wince.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Through a watery haze, he saw her hand fly to her mouth in horror.

"Don't worry, Andie. It's not your fault." He tried to blink back the watery sting to ease her guilt, but full apology mode had already kicked in.

"That was a stupid thing to do. I don't know what I was thinking."

His one good eye saw her bend to retrieve the makeshift weapon. She stood up and accidentally head-butted him between the legs, his groin suffering the next hit. His tongue nearly didn't make it either, he bit it so hard to stop from crying out. The crippling agony doubled him in two and he fought to breathe through it. When, oh when, had his tried and tested methods of seduction turned into a comedy of errors?

"Why don't we take this somewhere safer? Like the bedroom?" he asked in shallow bursts amid ragged breaths.

Andrea placed a self-conscious arm across her chest and limped to his bedroom, one foot shoeless and the other wobbling on a stiletto. He followed when the ache down below receded enough to allow movement.

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15 September 2014

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

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

Hi Beth, thanks heaps for having me visit today.

As Scar Tissue is the second book in an ongoing series, I had already had glimpses of my  hero and heroine in the first book. It was challenging to develop them in keeping to what had been revealed of their personalities in book one. I often find that my character's begin with just a seed and it's during the writing process that they begin to tell me who they are.

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

I'm a mum, work evenings and have two horses that need a lot of care, so I don't really have time to wait for the right frame of mind. I have to snatch time when it's available. I tend to carry a note book and jot down snippets of scenes or dialog, so that when I do make it to the computer I have work to transcribe. This will usually get me started. It's harder when I sit down cold, with nothing.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Ooh, so many! I'm a person that often has a few projects on the go. Though one will always be my main focus. At the moment I'm working on the first few chapters of the third book in the Dominion series, a stand alone urban fantasy and the first book in a new series that has been knocking on my door for a year or so now. I'm also considering doing some more study in Creative writing. I enjoy learning the skills that go into our craft and the challenge of improving my work.
Hi and thanks for having me to visit. I'm thrilled to be here.
I'm excited to be celebrating the release of my second full length PNR novel.
Scar Tissue is the second book in my Dominion Series and has been long in the making. I'm very proud to be presenting it.

A single black and white photo was the inspiration that finally broke through my writers block and got me restarted. I'd written several beginnings to Scar Tissue, none of which were working. The photo in question(which I've sadly lost) was of a woman holding a man against a rough brick wall. It got me thinking. Why does she need to be in control? Why does he voluntarily submit to her? And so the basis of my characters relationship was formed. 

            Caden James is a rare subspecies of vampire. That’s bad enough, but it’s only going to get worse. The 2nd maturation is almost upon him, when he will fall into the Dark Dominion. Unless he can find the female fated to save his soul.
            Sounds simple, find her and stop his descent into horror.
            Except with Parry O’Morrigan, nothing is simple.
            Parry’s past has scarred her physically and psychologically, leaving her with a bone deep fear of vampires. Until she crosses the path of a fanged warrior who sets her blood on fire.
            Thrown together, the pair track the creator of a new breed of zombie. As the hunt heats up, so does the passion between them. Can Parry overcome her past, or will she let the Dark take him?
            Even if she can, Cade’s fate may yet destroy the only female he’s ever cared about.
            Lust and aggression shifted under his skin. He needed to get her under him, to mark her and make her his. Her near death at the hands of the revenant had stripped away much of the control. Bloodlust roiled through him.
He fought to keep from baring his throbbing fangs at her. He had to be sane about this. His nature could not be the leader in this confrontation.
            “You’re hurt,” he said and forced himself to take a step back from her, and then another. All he wanted was to close the gap between them. Her chin jerked in acknowledgment, but she lifted one black brow in a blasé arch.
He shifted forward, unable to stop himself, the pull towards her magnetic. Her blade rose, pointed straight at his throat. He was fully aware that with a flick of that fine boned wrist could part his head from his neck. The thought made him smile. Wild sidhe, dangerous female.
            “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.
Memories of her body pushed hard against his in that alley three weeks ago flickered in his mind. The feeling of her small muscular back against his chest, her ass pressed into the ache between his thighs. He growled low in his chest.
            “You sure?” she said.
            With infinite care he lowered his own sword. When the bloodstained tip scraped on the ground he released the handle. It clattered on the gravel with a metallic ring. Sometimes actions were better than words.
            “What else?” she said. He shuffled his left foot forward and let her see the hilt of the dagger in his boot sheath.
            “Get rid of it.”
            He bent slowly, feeling her gaze follow his movement. After tossing the blade at her feet he stood up.
            “What else?” she repeated.
            He had to smile, even though he knew it exposed his fangs to her. Not like she wasn’t fully aware of what he was anyway. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be lightly armed. Hell, her sisters had taught the Abstainer soldiers.
He pulled his coat back from his shoulders, exposing the harnesses that were strapped to his chest, hips and thigh. He unsheathed blade after blade and tossed them at her feet like a deadly offering. Apt, his bloodstained hands were all he had to give her. No gentleness, no reverence or refinement. Those things weren’t in him.
            He was a curse, murder on two legs, death with a vampiric heartbeat. He didn’t deserve her, but he would have her anyway. He needed her to save what little was left of his soul.
As he laid the last blade at her feet she nodded, but one of her twin swords stayed pointed in his direction. Cade fought the urge to knock it away and cross the ground between them. Not the right time for that. He’d fucked it up the first time he’d met her, manhandling her body as if he had the right. Then losing it on the revenant tonight. Could he have done anything to make it any clearer what he was?
            “I remember you, Abstainer,” she said.
            His lips curled. Good, that was good.


11 September 2014
Welcome to Elizabeth Monvey!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly again!  You're no stranger to the questions!

I love questions!  Especially when I can blab about my favorite stories!  So thank you for giving me an opportunity to promote my book, Dark Rider.  Perhaps you can come visit my brand new blog soon!

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

 This story was originally part of a larger fantasy book I wrote some time ago.  The character names were all different too.  I took this part of the book and tried to modify it for Evernight's Planet Alpha series, but they said no thanks.  They did, however, want me to convert it back to the fantasy story and offered me a contract based on the original material.  Maybe later on I can use the other half of that book.  

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

I have to be clear headed.  If I'm angry, or upset, or hungry, or distracted by a television show, then I can't focus.  So I listen to instrumental music.  Presently, I'm on a Celtic Music kick.  

Q) What are your upcoming projects? 

I have the next book in the "My Boyfriend Is..." series being released next week!  This one is called "My Vampire Boyfriend".  After that will be "My Alien Boyfriend".  Presently, I'm writing the next in that series.  


Blurb for Dark Rider:

When Lord Hark is stabbed, his uncle, the Govenor of Eyvindar, hires a Mercenary to protect his heir.  Hark resents having a babysitter but when he meets Cax he’s unprepared for the spark of attraction between them.

Cax is a Mercenary, living by the code of his Guild.  He is hired to protect Hark, even though it seems Hark’s biggest enemy is himself as he drowns in moon-ivy wine every day.  But Cax can’t deny his attraction to the warrior, nor can he deny his attraction to Hark’s loyal servant, Alisander.

Alisander has been by Hark’s side almost his whole life.  He is in love with him, but when he meets Cax he sees a future away from the servant life he’s been confined to. 

They are from different aspects in life but manage to find love.  Yet they need to discover the threat moving in on Hark, before it’s too late.



“If you keep staring at me,” Cax muttered to him, “I’m going to have to hurt you.”
Alisander grinned. “New to Eyvindar, eh?”
“Does it matter if I am?”
“Passing through?”
Cax finished his drink and rose from the bar. "Poro," he called out, ignoring Alisander. "I'll take a room for the night."
The barkeep came over and held out his hand for the coin, which Cax gave him without counting. He figured it was enough when Poro beamed and gave him a quick nod. "Don't worry about a thing, Cax. You come back when you want. The room is waiting for you." He jerked his head to a corner. "Up the stairs, first door on the right."
Cax's fist bounced on the bar once to seal the bargain, and then he turned and started out. To his annoyance, the redhead was right on his heel. Even though he felt wildly attracted to him, for some unknown reason, the last thing he wanted to do get involved with someone while on a mission, and especially with someone so young.
"Why are you following me?" he asked over his shoulder.
"I'm just walking myself out as well," Alisander nimbly replied.
"Then, when we reach outside I expect you to go your way and I shall go mine."
"Unless your way and my way happen to be the same way."
Cax growled under his breath, and when they did indeed emerge onto Winemaker Row, in the blink of an eye, he had Alisander backed against the wall, his hands held prisoner within his own and thrust above his head. The position was meant to put him at a disadvantage, but Cax instantly saw his mistake. Without realizing it, he’d brought their bodies flush up against each other, and he couldn’t help but to grind his pelvis into the younger man, making sure he felt his hard cock so he’d know exactly what he was dealing with.
“Shush,” Cax ordered, leaning forward a little to get a sniff of his scent. There was something sweet and intoxicating, and Cax couldn’t help but moan at the aroma. He had the urge to bite, to take, and that was something he’d never experienced before.
“Cax?” Alisander asked a bit breathlessly.
“Who areyou?” Cax asked, feeling all shades of confusion over his powerful attraction. 

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09 September 2014

Hello Doris!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  What a gorgeous cover for your new release.

Thanks so much for having me here, today, and I know. Sour Cherry Designs so nailed this cover! J

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

It’s funny you should phrase it like that because I literally woke up one morning with the story in my head. In fact this is the first truly erotic story I ever wrote, and I got the idea in response to a submission call for an Anthology. With my tongue firmly stuck in the side of my mouth I wrote the story in a week, and sent it off. I then jumped for joy when it was accepted, and even more when the publisher said they were going to publish it its own.

Fast forward a few years and I asked for my rights back, because this story kept niggling at me. I felt I hadn’t done it justice, and so I rewrote it, added quite a few K and this is the final article.

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

I need peace and quiet to get in the right frame of mind, so I switch off the telly, shut my door and stay off Facebook, and my fingers fly. Of course, once I’m truly in a story, and the characters are nagging me, I can write almost anywhere.  I’m completely character driven, so when they talk, I write. Fortunately they are usually pretty insistent to have their stories told.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have another release coming up on September 24th with Evernight Publishing. The Bear Treatment is book 4 in my Projects series.

Here’s the blurb:

There’s nothing quite like being dumped by another good for nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun has been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at the spa with a difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her birthday.
What can possibly go wrong? It’s not as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after for years would turn up and see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give her one mind blowing orgasm after the other, is it?
That would mean she is getting the bear treatment. You know the one—ends up with being mated to one droolworthy, dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no end.
One thing’s for certain. After this birthday nothing will be the same again.

My  Muse was on a bit of a Bear Shifter voyage at the time, because my next release with Siren Bookstrand Publishing is October 21st, and the start of a new Paranormal series, called The Protectors.
Here is the blurb for Her Bear Protector:

From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile.
Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.
Bear Shifter Ronan recognizes his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question.
As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires.
The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…           

I have just received the contract from Siren for book 4 of my Spectrum Auctions series, and Auctioned to the Spanish Dom is scheduled for release in November/December, and my current WIP is a BDSM M/F/M ménage involving two brothers in love with the same girl. They’re not seeing eye to eye at the moment, but they’re going to have to learn to share, lol.

I also have the next story in this, Services to Sisterhood series brewing. I have a heroine in need of a pirate capture adventure, which ought to prove great fun to write.

As you might have guessed, there aren’t enough hours in the day for all the stories clambering for my attention.

Services to Sisterhood, 1                                  
Loosen up and awake your inner Sex it services to sisterhood.

The mere thought of an all-expenses paid trip to a tropical island of sexual abandonment makes straight-laced school teacher Astrid break out in a heat rash. What fantasy is she supposed to live out, exactly? You kinda need to have them to re-enact them, right? However, she can’t really turn down a birthday present, even if her outrageous best friend would let her.

Everything changes when she wakes up in her very own Arabian Fantasy. Prince Rashid expects her complete obedience, and Astrid can’t help but respond to the demands of the enigmatic Sheikh. Maybe it’s just the ambiance of this place but Astrid finds new strength in her submission, and the sex is out of this world.

What happens, however, when reality beckons? Can she hold onto the fantasy?

Be Warned: BDSM, f/f interaction, anal play, rimming, spanking
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Naughty girls need to be punished.”
Punished? What on earth did he mean? Before she could question him he spun her around in his arms. One hand pinched her nipple hard. The pain was more arousing than she would have thought possible, and his other hand fisted in her hair and yanked her head up. He pinched her again, harder this time. The desire she saw in his dark eyes as he assessed her reaction made the pain spiral down towards her pussy.
Stop, you’re hurting me!” Is that breathy denial really my voice? Her heart turned into a jackhammer as she waited for his next move, and arousal warred with fear.
He tugged her closer into his solid wall of muscle. A small smile played on his lips at her sharp intake of breath when the move brought her clit in direct contact with the broad tip of his cock. It nudged at her through the thin fabric of both their clothing.
 You don’t want me to stop.”
The growl in her ear, combined with another sharp pinch to her other nipple sent her breathing into erratic overdrive as one large hand cupped her wet folds. Heaven help her, a stab of pure lust made her knees tremble.  His low chuckle had to be the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. His stubble grazed her neck as he suckled on her skin and sank his teeth into her flesh at just the right side of pleasuring pain.
He took her moan into his mouth, and his tongue dueled with hers, before he nipped at her bottom lip hard enough for her to taste her own blood. Startled, she tried to pull away from him. His iron grip wouldn’t let her, however, and his predatory smile held her captive. “I can smell your pussy, and I’m going to taste you until you scream for my cock to fill you, deep and hard, right here.”
Astrid gasped at the sudden rip of her dress, and cool air hit her naked flesh. Rashid thrust one finger into her juices before inserting that digit right into her anus, pulling her closer still. The shock of the unexpected invasion made her sink her teeth into her lips to stop herself from moaning. “No, please, Rashid.”
Another finger thrust deep, and lifted her up on her tiptoes until her hands had to grab his shoulders for support.
That’s no, my lord.”
 At the shake of her head, a third finger stretched her further, and she couldn’t help the startled sob he caught in his mouth in a bruising kiss.
Yield to me, my bad, bad girl, or your punishment will be worse.”
Oh. My. God. He couldn’t mean that, surely. But what did she know about this dark stranger? Nothing but her body’s complete arousal in his presence. Even now, hovering between the pain and pleasure his relentless fingers up her ass were giving her, she wanted his cock inside her so badly she could scream. What is wrong with me?
His gaze locked with hers, his breathing harsh, his pupils so dilated his eyes were almost black. He pushed deeper into her, the pain bringing tears to her eyes as he almost lifted her off the floor entirely. “Yield to me, my pretty, now! Trust me.”
Astrid couldn’t resist. Something in that dark gaze pulled her right into his barely controlled power. “Yes, my lord.”
The brilliant smile took her breath away, and she winced as his fingers slowly and carefully withdrew.
Good girl. Now shut your eyes.”
Why?” She couldn’t help but utter the question, even though her insides churned at the thought of his displeasure.
Sure enough, he growled in answer, the sound so low and animalistic that every feminine cell in her body just melted, until she had to fight the urge to sink to her knees in front of him. He raised his eyebrows, moved to stand behind her, and then slapped her ass hard enough to make her gasp. Gooseflesh broke out over her exposed skin when he tugged her head back on his shoulder and she saw his sinful grin. Astrid’s breath stalled in her lungs at the first of several more openhanded swats to her behind. They left her butt on fire. Heat traveled over her skin and sent her arousal up another notch. Surely being spanked like this should not turn her on even more, and make her wish he would bend her over his knee and do the job properly? By the time he’d delivered that last stinging swat, she gasped her answer.
Yes, my lord.”
That’s better, my pretty.” She could hear the smile in his voice and feel it in the butterfly kisses on her shoulder blades as he circled her. The swish of cool silk over her sensitive tummy made her pull in the muscles there in anticipation. The silk moved higher, a bare whisper across her engorged breasts, before it settled over her eyes. His warm hand grasped hers and lifted her arm high as another slow, tantalizing swish of silk slid up her body before he tied it around her wrist, and secured her arm high above her head. The tickle of yet more silk started on the inside of her thigh this time, and brushed across her clit repeatedly. It caused more of her juices to moisten her already wet pussy lips, and beads of perspiration broke out on her skin. Astrid could smell her own arousal in the air, mixed with the unique scent of the man breathing into her ear. His sharp intake of breath told her he was as affected as she was. The whispered Arabic words breathed against her flesh sent shivers of awareness down her spine. Rashid lifted her other arm so high, she had to once again stand on tiptoes.
My lord?”

Author Bio:
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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