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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.     
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                                                  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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Amazon  Amazon UK   

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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07 September 2014

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

Thanks for inviting me, I'm so pleased to be here.

Q) I love the cover for your newest release, Double Jackson. Can you give us a little background on your characters?

Jackson and Collum. Jackson is an actor, and Collum a part time teacher and part time journalist. Both are strong willed, sensible and not the sort of people you'd think anyone would want to upset. They have a fantastic housekeeper, Tina, and her sister Fizz is Jack's agent. I see her story will need to be shared soon.

I was so very pleased with the cover, it's perfect. They live in a Scottish village so, to have the lochs and mountains is spot on.

Q) What’s the inspiration behind Double Jackson?

This sounds so silly, but I was mistaken for someone when I was walking along a busy street in Glasgow. It wasn't anyone famous, but I wondered just what would happen if a 'double' for someone famous got into trouble and people thought it was the real person, if you get me? That sparked the idea, and Double Jackson was well on its way.

Q) What are your upcoming projects? 

I'm all over happy because I've just heard Evernight have accepted a sexy time slip Christmas story, A Dom for Christmas. Plus, I have book 3 of the Diomhair series, Secrets Remembered, out on October, and Hong Kong Heat, in December, both from Totally Bound.

And, (yeah glutton for punishment) I'm waiting on a contract for another book with Totally Bound, writing a wee hot BDSM story, and there's a series about a travel agency contracted with Breathless Press. Just deciding which story when for that. Oh and I have a YA story bubbling, which will be the final Shalean Moon book… Just a bit to do grin

When I sat down to write this blog, I realized how lucky I am, doing what I love, writing stories. The fact people seem to enjoy them is a bonus, and one I never stop giving thanks for. I couldn't not write, I feel as if something is missing if I don't connect with my characters every day, even just for a few minutes. As my long-suffering hubby says, have lap top will travel. (It's amazing how much you can write on long haul)

Double Jackson, or Jackson for short is one of those stories that hit you, and demand to be told.  It was very definitely character driven, and one of the minor characters, Tina the housekeeper, nagged me all the time I wrote. It was as if she were in the room with me, looking over my shoulder…

Not only does she keep all the characters in the book in their place, she very definitely did it to me as well.

I think it worked.


Jackson Carrick at Tits and Bum Club—gay in more ways than one.
As morning wake up calls go, those damning headlines made for a rude awakening. The renowned actor is a one man guy, thank you very much, so why would a doppelganger set out to discredit him, and more importantly, who is it?
As the mystery unravels and loyalties are tested, Jackson has to rely on his husband, housekeeper, and friends to keep his reputation from swirling down the drain.
Fortunately, Jackson's husband Collum knows just how to keep his man from worrying. Only one thing to do when you're stuck inside waiting for news—lots of mind-blowing sex.


(Fizz is Tina's twin, and Jack's agent.)
Jack took hold of the phone as if it were a time bomb about to go off. Which, Coll decided it might well be. He stared at Jack, and willed his positive thoughts to be heard as Jack connected the call.
"Hi, Fizz. Hold on, I want to put this on speakerphone so I don't have to repeat it to Coll."
"Where are you? No don't tell me if it's too much information. Are you at home?" Her voice was loud and tinny in the room. "Do you have today's paper handy? Is there a clock or three around? Are you decent?" The staccato questions came thick and fast. "Jack?"
Coll's eyes widened and he shook his head at his lover's silent question. He had no idea what the inquisition was all about.
"Kitchen? With iPad and phone?" Jack could be as brusque as the next person when it was warranted. "Naked."
"That'll do." Fizz's voice ebbed and flowed as the signal changed strength. "Well, not the naked bit. Clothed. Plus a paper or two and remember, decently dressed. Do it now and send it to me please. I'll be with you as soon as I can. About ten minutes, I reckon." The phone went dead.
Jack looked at Coll, who raised one eyebrow.
"Oh, shit."
"Oh, fuck. Her ten is five. I don't think she means in our birthday suits." Jack pinched Coll's left nipple and rolled of the bed to land on his feet.
"Bastard. I wish I was that agile." Coll sat up, stretched and then stood up slowly.
"Ha. If you had to do the stuff I do in this series you'd be limber as well. Problem is at the end I'll be arthritic and stiff as an excited cock everywhere, not just in my dick." He jogged into the bathroom, and with a wry grin, Coll followed him.
Jack had the shower on full blast. As Coll watched he spun round under the water three times and got out.
"Over to you. I'll go hunt up iPads and stuff." Jack rubbed his hands over his hair and snagged a towel as he moved swiftly away.
"Cover up your jiggles then," Coll called after him. "No cock rock on display."
 A whistle was his reply.
Coll wasn't under the water much longer than it took to wash any traces of sex from his body, and soak his sweat-slicked hair. He flicked a towel across his body in the hope some water would be caught and absorbed and then pulled on a clean t-shirt before he ignored boxers, and thrust his damp legs into linen trousers and deck shoes. The material of the trousers chafed his skin and he wriggled uncomfortably. Maybe he should have donned underwear after all. The last thing he wanted was a rash on his cock from the nylon thread they used in his clothes.
It was too late. He heard the deep-throated rumble of a powerful motorbike and guessed Fizz had arrived.
Coll took the stairs two at a time. He arrived in the hall as the knocker crashed onto the wood with such force he wouldn't have been surprised to see it emerge through the panel and an attached hand still thumping away.
He pulled the door open and Fizz almost fell into the foyer.
"Have you taken that picture yet?" she demanded in a breathless voice as she took off her helmet and put it on top of an old-fashioned hat stand.
"Good afternoon, Fizz. Not yet, sorry. How are you, Coll? I'm fine, thank you, Fizz, how are you?" Coll said sarcastically. "Would you like to take a breath before or after you hit me over the head for my tardiness?" The look he received would wither the hardest cock.
"Funny, ha, ha. I need that photo like an hour ago."
"Difficult." Jack had entered the hall unnoticed. "We didn't know you wanted it, and it would have been a TMI photo."
Fizz made a noise like a particularly upset wildcat. Jack sniggered. "Knickers in a twist, Fizz?"
"No, but your nuts will be in a nutcracker before you can say walnut or pecan if we don't get stuff sorted out pretty damned quick. Let me take a damned photo." She snapped the words irritably. "Where?"
"Kitchen. I was setting it up."
 "I don't want a set up," Fizz followed Jack into the kitchen, and Coll followed the two if them.
If he was a ladies’ man, then Fizz's ass would be everything you could ask for. Not for the first time he wondered why she was single with no guy—or woman in sight.
Coll made a beeline for the coffee pot. "Coffee?"
"After." Fizz didn't look up from her phone. "Okay, it's still okay. Get sorted. No, not like that. Who lines up three clocks and props a newspaper up for a selfie for no reason? I want natural."
"If we'd known an hour ago you could have had au naturel."


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www.ravenmcallan.comwhere you'll find all you need, and learn a wee bit about me.

Thanks for reading,

Love R x

Raven Bio:
Well what can I say?

I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.  Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

04 September 2014

Hello Carlene!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  I have to say, I’m a huge fan of yours!

Hi back, Beth! Total disclosure, you are the first person who has told me they are a huge fan of mine so um, you’ll have to give me a moment to blot my eyes. Xoxoxoxo Hugs to you, lady.

Q) Your newest release, “Wicked Flower” is Stefan’s story.  Can you tell us a little about each book?

The series begins with Sidewalk Flower, Trista and Lucky’s story. She is the band’s personal assistant and he is the cousin of the band leader. They are thrown together on a very personal road trip which is awkward to say the least as they start out strangers. Tris wants to detest Lucky and keep him away but he’s persistent and the shot of goodness her dark world needs.

Book 2 is Sin’s Flower, Jaxon and Lily’s story. He’s the leader of the band and she’s Trista’s baby sister. That means she’s HANDS OFF status big time but Jaxon can’t seem to stay away from the young woman who has captured not only his heart but that of his little girl.

Sin’s Haven is the third book and belongs to band webmaster Benny and his lady, Hazel. Benny is a series favorite and I loved this novella. Ben is humiliated on his birthday night and Hazel tries to boost his ego by telling them they had an amazing one night stand. Trouble is, Benny would never do that. What does he do when he discovers her lie?

I was so happy to get to offer a series Free Read and that one happens to be Book 4, Touch of Sin. This one centers around Sin Pointe’s opening act, a band called Lonerby. Sarrie is sent to secretly assess the band after their behavior is called into question but she confesses to band member Luke right away on what she’s there to do. Which he finds adorable. But how does he court management’s little spy?

And now we have Stefan’s story, Wicked Flower. All I can say is that this one is all Stefan Calderon and all HOT. He’s playing a very dangerous game with a woman from his past and breaking all the rules as he goes. The first lines sum this one up…”If you cannot be good, then be the least bad you can be.”~Thomas More

Q) Can you give a little insight on the woman Stefan loves? 

Dani is a girl who deserves a break. She’s trying her best to do everything right yet for every good deed, she seems fated to suffer as well. It all comes to a boiling point the morning she’s dumped by her boyfriend via an email. Hours after this happens, she runs into a man she simply calls her Sinister Superman. He’s hot. He wants her. Screw it that they’re strangers to each other and at a truck stop and the only privacy they have is the public bathroom. She’s pissed, hurt and needs this. Until she finds out who he is.

Q) What are your upcoming projects? 

Thanks for asking! I’m not sure about another Sin Pointe book yet, although I have a feeling there might be a couple more to squeeze out. Right now I’m working on a Reindeer Shifter Christmas story which I’m so in love with. I hope I’m able to finish it and have it ready by December but we’ll see. After that I have a few stand-alone titles that I’d love to work on. One mixes military, movie making and two sexy brothers while the other is one of my favorite tropes, a friends to lovers story.

Beth, I hope you believe me when I say I am just a big a fan of yours my friend. You make my heart smile. Thank you so much for these questions. xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

A Sin Pointe Novel, 5

Sin Pointe front man Stefan Calderon is playing a very dangerous game and his mom’s live-in caretaker, Dani Foster, just landed right smack in the middle of it.

Practically strangers when Stefan rolls into his small hometown looking to patch things up with Mom, his and Dani’s worlds collide with a hot and intense hook up. He knows right away this woman will make the perfect partner for his two weeks in town. But when she realizes whose son he is, and what he’s there to do, sexy times come to an abrupt halt.

That is until they come up with a solution. Rules. Every game needs them. The question isn’t if they’ll break them, but when and how hard.

It’s a wickedly delicious game, one neither of them intends to lose.

Wow. Had Will pegged this perfectly or what? Stefan was determined not to hear her. What hurt Dani most was how his confidence had been shattered by a ten minute conversation in a silly rose garden.

She didn’t even remember that she’d just been crying and the wetness on her cheeks surprised her when she wiped a piece of hair from her face. “But you come back. And when you do, you bring the best laughs and joy with you. You bring yourself.”

“No, don’t do that. Don’t make me out to be some good guy, Dani. It’ll only hurt you in the end.” He paused and then stabbed her with a look sharper than steel. “You sucked my cock good last night, but that doesn’t mean you own me. I don’t owe you anything.”

Her face flamed with sheer anger. She nearly spit the word asshole right back in his face but remembered Will’s warning. She could be just as stubborn. “Try again. I did suck your cock good and no, you don’t owe me anything. But you will hear me out. You know who else leaves their loved ones behind? How about soldiers?”

“That’s different and you know it.”

“How so? They stay gone for months. Thom gets one two-week break half-way through his year-long tour. He comes home one time, Stefan. In an entire year. How is that different than what you do?”

Stefan looked like she’d shot him. He held his hands over his midsection and hunched over before he righted himself again.

“I don’t know. It just is. I’m not laying my life on the line for anyone.”

“But you’re putting it on hold so you can make all those people who love your music happy.” She wouldn’t stop now. “I bet if you were with someone, you’d find a way to see that person, no matter how far away you were. And I bet that person would be thankful, and…” Her eyes welled up with tears again. “So very happy for each moment, no matter how short or how much time passed between visits. Or how big of a mean jerk you could be sometimes.”

The amount of time he stayed with his head bowed down killed Dani. Losing him in a couple days hadn’t hurt before because she realized she’d held out hope that things would work out between them. That her Superman would figure it out and fix it all. He’d invite his mom to Nashville and Dani too. All she needed was an invitation and his ability to wait two measly months for her to arrive.

“Stefan, look at me.”

She waited patiently.

“I’ll just hurt you, Dani. Don’t you get it? I fucking love you and I’d hurt you.”

Her breath tunneled around her lungs and her knees threatened to give out but she wouldn’t stop until she’d convinced him he would not do that. Not if he … not if he loved her. The way she loved him back.

“Why do you keep saying that? Leaving, when it’s your job, doesn’t hurt the one you love.”

Her mind was nearly useless after his use of the L word. Maybe he was trying to tell her he wouldn’t be faithful.

“You don’t understand me, Dani.”

“Then help me out here. Are you saying you’d sleep around on the road? Is that some inevitable part of you being Stefan Calderon, bass player?”

Crap. He wasn’t answering her.

“Fuck, I don’t know. Maybe. I’ve never been tested like that.”

“What the hell do you mean?”

Again he went silent. And this time he got up out of his stool and walked to the sink. As if they hadn’t just been in an industrial sized conversation, he reached up and pulled a glass from a cupboard and filled it with water. He guzzled the entire thing down then filled it up and walked back over to her. He set the glass down in front of her, nudging her hand which she realized was in a tight fist.

“Fighting can’t be good for the baby. Dinner’s getting cold. Let’s eat. Then maybe we’ll talk more.”

Maybe we’ll talk more? Who did he think he was? Ending their discussion like that. But her chest had tightened and she knew he was right when she took in a deep breath and felt the built up tension leave and her body relax back to normal.

She hated that he was right. But if he thought she wouldn’t fight for him, he was dead wrong. She took the glass of water, emptying it then handed it back to him.

“What did you get?”

She could play nice while they ate. He loved her.

Stefan brought their plates over. He sat down across from her and stabbed a peapod and a chunk of pink salmon, shaking his head as he bit the food from the fork and chewed. He stabbed another and another bite.

Whoever had made this man, had gotten so many things so very right. No matter that all those things combined made her absolutely crazy.

He loved her. He’d said so.

She chewed, and tried not to cry smile.
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About Carlene:

Carlene Love Flores is a big fan of the stars (especially Orion), honest music (especially Depeche Mode), and her traveling family (no favorites there-she loves them all). These things have always inspired her to think up edgy, intimate love stories and continue to do so. If she could touch someone's heart with her writing the way others have done for her, she'd say truly there never lived a luckier girl.


04 September 2014
Being an author can drive you crazy.

See Exhibit A.

                                                                         Exhibit A

And it can be stressful.

See Exhibit B.

                                                                  Exhibit B

And sometimes you want to give up.

See Exhibit C

                                                                    Exhibit C

So why do we continue to torment ourselves to write even more stories?  Because it's a beautiful crazy, it's a wonderful stress, and the voices in our heads won't let us give up.  I love being able to create stories even if I struggle all the time with plots, characters, and even my own insecurities.  I always think I can write better, have better stories, be better at, well, everything. 

Writing is an organic career.  Every book I try to get better.  I'm learning all the time.  I wish I was a faster learner, but c'est la vie.  Thursday Tasters is there to put our work out there, to keep us writers motivated, and my first one up is from my WIP titled "One More Time".  It's a time travel story about a girl, Henrietta, who comes to 2015 from 1794.  She's found by Micah John, a man who is able to count cards and uses his ability in an effort to fleece casinos.  Currently, he's gotten into trouble with a casino boss and now has to make restitution.  Henrietta's appearance is unexpected, unwanted, and yet he can't deny there's something about her he finds fascinating.  

Lightening zapped overhead, charging the atmosphere.  It made him jump and with one more deep drag, tossed the cigarette away.  The hair on his arms stood up and for a moment, everything felt like it stood still.  The air became thin, but not like it had felt suffocating in Beaumont’s grip.  No, this time everything pulled and stretched and flattened, all at the same time.  His lungs compressed, his nostrils flattened, and a buzz roared in his brain.  He cried out from the sharp pain and slammed his hands over his ears, trying to block out the weird distortion that was turning his insides to mush. He looked up and realized he was under an electricity pylon and the hum from the volts grew louder and louder, making him wonder if his eardrums had busted.  A second later, lightening hit it, causing the thing to explode with a tremendous boom which had him flying back to land in an ungraceful heap.  Thousands of sparks cascaded down upon him, and he flinched at the small brush burns. 
And then all was still. 
The hum was gone, but then so were all the lights.  Quiet descended and he pushed himself up to glance around.  No traffic lights, no street lights, nothing.  He stood, not sure what to do, because something was different.  Everything was…off.
A whimper had him twirling around, searching through the darkness of the alley, but he couldn’t make anything out.  So he walked over to his car, opened the door, clicked on the battery, and turned on the lights. 
A girl.
She hovered against the wall, eyes wider than they should be.  Blue maybe, or green.  It was obvious she was terrified.  He didn’t blame her one bit.  The damn exploding transformer had scared the shit out of him too.
“It’s okay,” he called out.  “It was just lightening.”
She didn’t say a word, just stared at him like he was some sort of monster.  He gave a self deprecating snort.  Maybe he was.


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03 September 2014

Hello Tamsin!  Welcome back to Written Butterfly! 

Q) I must say, your cover is amazing!  Can you tell us a little of character dynamics of your historical ménage vampire story?

Absolutely Beth! This was the first ménage I ever wrote and it didn’t even start as a ménage. I wrote it as a M/F female Domme, vampire, historical, since I loved all of those sub genres and thought ‘why not throw them all together?’
But one third of the way into the book, another writer friend dared me to make it a ménage. So I did.
Benedict is the human, a London ton gentleman. He is a classic hero for me except for his restlessness within his community.
Enter Lina. She is a vampire and a brothel owner. She takes Benedict to her bed and finds out he is her blood mate- or love match.
Lina is dominant, beautiful and both excited and terrified to find the one human made for her.
Antony is the tortured hero that gets thrown into the mix. He is bi sexual and thought that his male lover that died many years ago was his blood mate, but he wasn’t. You only get one, and its Benedict.
So you have two very possessive vampires and one stubborn human having lots of hot sex and blood drinking, while battling to settle into an unconventional loving relationship.

Q) Do you like writing one genre over another?

I write on my mood. I do LOVE writing M/M, but I get bored easily, so tend to write whatever I want to.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I have my first MFM shifter novel coming out in September. My first MFM ménage and my first erotic romance over 40K words!
I’m half way through the sequel to that and have a series of M/F Fantasy novels mapped out!

First Bite
MMF Regency Novella by Tamsin Baker

Can two possessive and passionate vampire's make a relationship work with the one human they are both destined to love?

Benedict’s boring existence as a London gentleman is called into question the night he meets Lina, the madame of a local brothel. Under her dominance he finds pleasure so sweet he is hungry for more, but he is not the only one with an appetite to fill.

Lina entices the beautiful Benedict into her dungeon only to discover that he is her blood mate. Fear fills her as she enters the unknown, yet the lure of perfect bliss is too much.

Antony, Lina’s long time friend and lover finds Lina and Benedict and cannot help joining in the sexual bliss. Disaster strikes for the tortured hero when he too learns he is Benedict’s blood mate. He must face a past that still devastates him and find a way to make their ménage work.

Lina opened her door and gestured for them to enter. Benedict stepped through the opening first, his breath hitching as he descended all fifty-seven steps. He counted this time.
He began to undress, unwilling to look at what the other two were doing and letting the fear get the better of him. Despite knowing they would smell it on him, it wasn’t controllable.
Once he was completely naked, he faced them to find them still watching him. His body was shaking despite the heat of the room but he refused to run. Not that he’d get anywhere. Instead, he bit his lip and stood in front of them, his cock erect and ready for their attention.
Lina pointed to a wooden cross that stood in one corner of the room.
“Up on the cross, my pet. Antony, help him.”
Before he could move, the big male vampire picked Benedict up around the waist, his hands cool and smooth. Benedict had to stifle the groan that rose when the vampire deliberately rubbed against his aching erection while placing him on the cross, his back against the wood. The beautiful vampire smiled as he tied Benedict’s wrists and feet in fast, sure motions.
Benedict’s heart was galloping in his chest. He was tied once again, completely helpless. With Antony so close, he could appreciate the thickness of his lips, the smoothness of his skin. He ached for Antony to touch him again, to have the big vampire kiss him. But the fear of the unknown stopped him from saying his desire out loud.
Lina appeared in front of him, smiling with lust clear in her blue eyes.
“You want his mouth, my pet?”
How had she known exactly what he had been thinking?
He swallowed hard, still unable to admit to such a thing out loud. “Lina, you’re in charge down here.”
As soon as the words were out, he regretted them. Benedict heard how two men fucked and he couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t make him, would she?
“Strip, Antony.”
The big vampire was naked by the time Benedict finished blinking.
His huge, muscled body was incredible to see, the color of burnished copper and bulging with muscle. His cock was much bigger than Benedict’s, curving upward too.
Benedict gasped. He couldn’t handle something that big. What would he even do with it?
Lina chuckled and spoke directly into his ear.
“Do not fear, my lover, he will not hurt you. I promise.”
Benedict exhaled, relief swamping him. He should have known Lina would protect him. There was no need to fear.
His Lina picked up her crop and pointed at the male vampire with it.
“Suck on him until he comes, Antony.”
Benedict gasped loudly, pulling on his restraints. He couldn’t have that. His secret desires were not meant to be fulfilled.
“No, Lina. Don’t make him. I don’t want it.”
She smiled, the evil Domme returning.
“You wanted his mouth, my pet, now feel him.”
As Antony sunk to his knees, Benedict turned his head away, closing his eyes so he couldn’t see what was about to happen.

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Tamsin Baker is an Aussie girl who just discovered erotic romance ten months ago. Before that, she would read sexy romance, skipping the plot and looking for the all the naughty bits. Since then, she has written erotic romance and erotica novels of varying length and has had thirty published (so far!). She absolutely loves reading and writing! She has two other jobs, including kids and a hubby too – but writing is a passion that she has to indulge for fear of insanity. M/M is a passion of hers so even when she writes ménage, there is always an M/M story. She particularly enjoys writing female dommes, but she loves experimenting in all genres. Tamsin is learning to write and read more one step at a time. Soon, she’ll have stories published in every sub-genre of erotic romance – well that’s her aim anyway!

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29 August 2014

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

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

I love shifter stories and paranormal in general.  I've read so many werewolf stories and I wanted to create my own spin on the genre.  The Syfy tv show "Bitten" was my inspiration of Tony and his family, and what that culture needs to do in order to maintain it's secrecy.  Aaron is a little too independent, a take matters into his own hands sort of guy, and exactly what Tony needs. 

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

I listen to soothing music.  I once read that music helps calm the mind to get it focused, and I really think that's true.  When I put in my ear buds, I'm immediately ready to write.

Q) Can you tell us a little about your series? 

I love paranormal stories and even though most of the books of written are contemporary, I had stories in me dying to come out.  I came up with the titles, My Werewolf Boyfriend, and though how easy it would be to switch out the name.  So I came up with "My Boyfriend Is..." series.  So far I have this one, My Vampire Boyfriend, and My Alien Boyfriend.  I've started on My Ghostly Boyfriend.


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 hand and follows 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.


“I want you naked,” he said, almost ordering Aaron to take his clothes off. His lover backed away and began a strip tease, taking way too long to remove his t-shirt. Tony hurried things along by letting his claws extend to rip Aaron’s pants and boxers off.
“Jesus!” Aaron cried, his eyes wide.
“Don’t be scared. I’d never hurt you.”
“I wasn’t scared. I was thinking that comes in handy, eh?” An eyebrow went up. “I suppose I’ll get those.”
“Shh,” Tony said and placed a normal finger on his lover’s lips. “Not now. Tomorrow we’ll revisit this supernatural madness.”
“Yes,” Aaron agreed. He lifted his head. “Kiss me, Tony. Fuck me.”
Tony groaned at the invitation and cupped Aaron’s head, tilting it slightly to fuse their mouths together. Right now he couldn’t take things nice and slow. He was beyond slow. Seeing his mate in danger tonight had fired his wolf up and what he needed now was to claim Aaron.
The werewolf way.
Their sex life had consisted of ordinary human sex. And yes, it was fucking hot, but his wolf wanted Aaron’s submission because he’d almost lost him. Tony broke the kiss and looked into Aaron’s passion filled eyes.
“Get on the bed, hands and knees, and bow your head down,” Tony ordered.


26 August 2014

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

24 August 2014

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

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

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

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

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

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

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

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


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

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

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22 August 2014

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Isn't it great?

By boyfriend did this cover in Photoshop. 

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

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

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

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

Sex, Love & Aliens releases in October 2014!

The world belongs to the Invaders.

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

Instead, she helps him.

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

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13 August 2014

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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