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29 May 2016
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Thank you for having me!

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

Yes, this is book two in my Wild Blood MC series. Book one was Tanner's War ( In that, I introduced my gang of bikers and the conflicts and loyalties that shape their lives. In Wolf's Hunt, I've hopefully given a deeper insight into the guys, as well as set up some future plots! I'm enjoying writing the books so much, and don't want to stop any time soon! The relationships (both between the men and their women, and between the MC members themselves) are really compelling to me, and hopefully will be to readers too.

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

Hmm, why not both? Interesting fact – Wolf's Hunt ended up being over twice as long as Tanner's War, which caught me off-guard! Fun fact – New Orleans, where the  bulk of the book is set, is my dream holiday destination. I would love to visit there one day, and it was very cool researching it for the book.

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

I'm a total pantser. I have a rough idea of how the characters and stories will develop, but I'm always surprised by something along the way! There are two side characters in particular in Wolf's Hunt who are now crying out for their own stories, and that was definitely not the plan!

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have plans for several more books in the Wild Blood series, and hope to start book 3 soon. I've also got a couple of short stories in the works unrelated to this series (one paranormal, one NA/contemporary). I also write urban fantasy under another name, so I always have a couple of projects on the go! The hard part is usually deciding which one to work on next...


~Editor's Pick~ 

He's trying to make things right.

Three years ago Wolf fled New Orleans, leaving heartache and violence in his wake. Now he's got one chance to win back the woman he left behind, Clea Allary. There's just one thing standing in his way—the deadly President of the Voodoo Kin MC, a man who will stop at nothing to finish Wolf and claim Clea for himself. Whether she likes it or not.

She's trying to survive

Clea's been staying one step ahead of the Voodoo Kin ever since Wolf broke her heart and disappeared. But it's getting harder to cope and there's no way out that she can see. When Wolf crashes back into her life, he offers her a dangerously tempting escape route. But how can she ever trust him again?

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He didn't wait for her to change her mind. Lust and longing surged through him and he stood, pulling her up into his arms. She fell against him with a cry that ignited Wolf's fiercest feelings. He didn't just want to kiss her. He wanted her. Wanted to claim her, wanted to make it plain to everyone and anyone that Clea Allary was his, still, now, and always.
He took her mouth roughly, running his hands down her back to cup her ass and pull her in hard against him. She clutched at his t-shirt, grabbing handfuls of it as if it was the only thing holding her up, and she whimpered his name against his lips. It drove him wild. That little sound was like a jolt of adrenaline, and it traveled directly to his cock, hardening him almost to the point of pain.
Their kiss was hard, desperate, almost a battle of wills, as if Clea was eager to stamp her ownership on him too. She shoved her hands under his t-shirt, raked her nails down his back. Wolf hivered in pleasure and squeezed her ass in answer. She writhed against him, nibbling at his lips. The feel of her hands on his bare skin was too much for Wolf. He tried to push his hands down the back of her jeans, but they were skin-tight and he broke away from the kiss with a curse. Clea laughed at him.
"Giving up already?" Her eyes sparkled with amusement and desire.
Wolf brushed her hair back from her face, drinking in that look. His heart swelled and his entire body ached with need for her. He'd never thought he'd get that look from her again. "Never again. Not when it comes to you." He reinforced his words with another kiss, then gave her a gentle push, forcing her to sit back down on the bed.
Once again he knelt before her, hands gliding up and down her thighs as he studied her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips invitingly swollen from his kisses. Her breasts heaved under the t-shirt he'd given as she caught her breath. He didn't plan to let her recover so soon, but he wanted to be sure before he did anything else that she knew there was no turning back now.
"Tell me you want this," he said. "I can't walk out of here, do what I have to do, without taking a piece of you with me."
She licked her lips, a nervous gesture, and he wondered if she'd still do it if she knew it made him want to jump on her. For a second he thought she'd turn him away – and he would have gone, but damn, it would have been agony to do it. Then she smiled coyly...

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Amber is the secret identity of a writer who normally pens urban fantasy, but feels like stretching her wings. Amber loves darker romance, anti-heroes, good red wine, and expensive chocolate (sometimes all at once). She's based in the UK and lives in an adorable cottage with her dream man and an adorable cat.

24 May 2016

Ever wonder about bread pudding?  Yeah, neither have I.  And this blog post won't be sharing any secrets, except for maybe those who live in Vermont.  In any case, enjoy!


Beth: Bleh on casseroles.

Bryce: Bread pudding is a type of casserole.

Beth: I disagree.  Casseroles must have a vegetable in them.  Bread pudding -if made correctly and without raisins...BLEH on raisins- has nothing but gooey sugary fat goodness in it.

Bryce: Au contraire! Clarence Bloomington Casserole III, inventor of the casserole said, "Casserole may be veg or meat, savory or sweet. Chief among it's possibilities, it must be bland to eat."

Beth: Well, that disqualifies bread pudding. It's not bland to eat. Unless made by a person with no taste buds.

Bryce: Oh, it's the blandest. That's why they dump a minimum of a gallon of Bourbon over each one. After a couple of bites, you forget how fucking bland it is. I can't believe how you've danced past the best and most obvious fact to support your argument.

Beth: Mmmm....Bourbon. Uh...what else did you say?

Bryce: What's the best argument that bread pudding isn't a casserole?

Beth: That it's pudding?

Bryce: Right there in the title!

Beth: See? I ain't dumb.

Bryce: Good game, you played well, you came with spirit but I'm afraid we cannot award you any points for that round.

Beth: Why the hell not?

Bryce: You could have gained some style points if you'd actually named a specific Bourbon. Your position on raisins was vague, at best.

Beth: I'll specifically plant my foot in your ass. Bleh on raisins, I say again!

Bryce: And you completely ignored the existence of cauliflower bread pudding so popular in Vermont and Sri Lanka. Arguing with the judges isn't helping your case much, either.

Beth: Ick. That's worse than raisins. But I highly doubt the Vermontians and Sri Lankans are that tasetebudless

Bryce: You dismissed the primary source material, typically considered the best evidence in any argument in an historical discussion.

Beth: Your imagination?

Bryce: No. If you scroll up you can see it typed out. In words. On the Internet. Therefore it's a totally true fact of truthness!

Beth: So if I type you're an idiot that makes it true?

Bryce: ...and hurtful. Why you gotta be that way? Would it help if I made you a bread casserole?

Beth: Yes, with Bourbon.

24 May 2016

Hey folks! Today I'm happy to announce that I finally have another story in my The Agency series out! It's called Mason's Mijos. But first a little about me...
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Jacey Holbrand believes life and love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share her stories with readers. Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world.
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~ * ~ ABOUT THE BOOK ~ * ~

This story is the fourth and last book in The Agency series that deals with the conspiracy theory.

Like two of the other books in the series, Mason's Mijos deals with male pregnancy, and it also has a couple of surprises that I hope readers will enjoy. ;)

In addition, Mason's Mijos has a menage element, has some food play and sexy, sexy men! :)

Be Warned: MPREG, m/m sex, menage sex (MMM), food play, rimming, double penetration, voyeurism

... He’ll do anything for love.

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Mason Diaz is shocked when he sees his two ex-boyfriends, Flynn Grayson and Ryker Gemmings, together and at an alien encounters support group. Old feelings for them resurface when they tell Mason they want a threesome relationship. Eager to rekindle the connections, Mason goes up to Flynn’s house in the mountains for the weekend of a lifetime with the two men.

Abductions. Food play. Secrets and confessions about alien origins and shifting.

It’s not exactly what Mason had expected.

Especially the pregnancies.

Can he continue to love each of them while trying to survive the life changing events and all the revelations the weekend has in store?

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“Why did you want to come back?”

Flynn put down his drink and took Mason’s hands in his. “Haven’t I made that clear? I returned for you. I fought to come back because I love you.”

Mason kissed Flynn’s knuckles on one hand then the other. “And I love you. That’s what I decided. Who you are on the inside is what matters. Not where you come from or what you can do. I. Love. You. What can I do to help you with your mission? Find a woman for you to knock up? I’m sure my sister has some friends who’d be interested in you.”

“No.” Flynn shook his head. “I don’t want any females. I just want you.”

“But if you don’t do what you need to, you’ll be sent home. Right?” Mason couldn’t imagine being without Flynn, never hearing his laugh or seeing his smile. He had to be able to do something to keep the love of his life on Earth.

“I know, and the thought of leaving you again just kills me.” Flynn appeared to think for a moment. “You know, I could transform my genitals long enough for you to impregnate me.”

Mason chuckled. A man, changing his boyish bits into girly parts so he could carry a baby? Given to him by his male lover? That’s one for the tabloids. “I gotta hand it to you. It’s an interesting idea, Flynn, but a gestation period will be much longer than a few minutes.”

“I realize that. I have a medication to speed up the process, so it’ll only take a few days to a week or so. I believe I can keep the small transformation of my reproductive system going until I deliver.”

“I don’t know, Flynn. As much as I always wanted a child with you, I don’t want to put you in danger. And what if it doesn’t work?”

“Trust me. I’ll do my best to keep myself safe and make it happen. If I have your child, I’ll have done my duty and given you the best gift in the world. If for some reason it doesn’t work, then I’ll have to bite the bullet and find an Earth woman to procreate with.” He squeezed Mason’s hands. “Please, Mason, say we can do this. Let me have your baby.”

If anyone ever had said he’d be having such a conversation in his life, he would have called them daft. Yet here he was. Talking with his partner about having a baby. Together. Without the medical intervention of surrogacy. Just him, Flynn, and nature taking its bizarre, in this case, course.

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Thank you for having me on your blog, and readers, thank you for stopping by today!
Love & blessings to all! <3 span="">Jacey
10 April 2016
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Title: Go Long
Author: Joanna Blake
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 9, 2016

There's a cardinal rule in football that you never break. You don't mess around with another player's girl and you don't touch the coach's daughter. Well, I've never been good at following the rules.
Belinda Carmichael is uptight, prissy and the hottest girl I've ever seen. She's also the head coach's precious baby girl. And she's entirely off limits.
The trouble is, I didn't know who she was when I met her. And she had no idea I was her daddy's newest star player. It was her job to show me around campus, and I showed her a lot more than that. But we fumbled the ball – she never told a soul who got her pregnant.
Not even me, the baby daddy.
As the quarterback I'm not supposed to date the coach's daughter. I'm definitely not supposed to knock her up. Well, too bad. I don't just want to date her. I don't just want her in my bed. I want to score the ultimate, game-winning touchdown.
Her heart.
*Go Long has a guaranteed HEA and no cheating! This edition contains bonus materials at the back for a limited time only *


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


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Slay Me (ROCK GODS):
Dare Me (ROCK GODS):
Cover Me (ROCK GODS):
Wanted By The Devil (DEVIL'S RIDERS):
Still Waters (DEVIL'S RIDERS):
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07 April 2016
Today Bryce and I got into a discussion about a certain idiom.  See how I won the argument.

Bryce: Beth!

Beth: Bryce!

Bryce: How the fuck are you?!  I've been called to the carpet.

Beth: What does that mean?

Bryce: That's the phrase, right? answering to the big boss?  I have to write up some reports and email them out.

Beth: I've never heard that phrase.  I don't think it means what you think it means

Bryce: "called ON the carpet."

Beth: Nope. Still haven't heard that phrase.

Bryce: That's the right one.

Beth: I think you're making it up

Bryce:  Everyone else has shitty linoleum floors in their offices. The big boss has the nice office with carpeting. When you're called on the carpet, you have to stand there and answer his questions. Totally real. Stick in your Google and see what happens! Anyway, you're dodging the original question.

Beth: What was the original question?

Bryce: How the fuck are you?! Remember? I said, "Beth!"

Beth: Oh. Right

Bryce:  And you said, "Bryce!" And I said, "How the fuck are you?!"

Beth: Right. It's all coming back to me now.

Bryce: See? Right? So, are you the fuck how or not?

Beth: I Googled getting called on the carpet. Means being scolded.  I don't think you were scolded so you can't use it.  So therefore, you were wrong

Bryce: Alt definitions

Beth: Hmmmm....

Bryce:  Actually, I'm not that certain with it. Idioms are hard to nail down.  Shit, now I have to look up "nailed down."
30 March 2016
Welcome to guest blogger Mike Woody!  He's a wonderful writer and a good friend, and has a very humorous take on marriage!


Marriage has taught me a lot, as apparently I’d been doing a lot of things wrong prior to taking the plunge. For example, I shouldn’t have based my tips on the amount of cleavage the waitress shows (The Hooters girls always got more than 20%) or only did dishes when the cupboards were bare. However, my worst mistakes were seemingly due to my lack of any fashion sense. I’m left to wonder how I ever dressed myself, as I failed with even the most basic of necessities. I’ll spare you the debriefing on underwear choices and instead focus on socks.

I really never knew how important socks were to an ensemble, as long as no hole was visible, all was good. So I thought. I was able to mask my deficiency of sock knowledge through the colder months, but once it became warm enough to wear shorts then my inadequacies were fully exposed. As if my ghostly white legs weren’t bad enough, my tube socks made it worse. Yes, much like my letter man coat from high school, I was forced to part with my collection of tube socks. While I miss my grandmothers daily, it’s a blessing they are departed because I’d never be able to explain why they could no longer get me tube socks for Christmas.

Apparently the truth is size does matter. The good news is, the smaller the better. You know what they say about men with big feet…small socks. Yes, socks so small, they are called ‘No Shows’ are the must haves for men to be fashionably acceptable, especially when wearing shorts. Is that a surprise to anyone but me?

In my defense, I’m not totally clueless in the field of socks. I know not to wear any size of black sock while wearing shorts. Also, it’s suggested that the tube socks not be pulled up all the way to the knee. Take my word for it, trust me, you will be laughed at. Mid-calf is also widely believed to be too high, as is even mid-ankle.

My legs aren’t very long, I’ve never been told, ‘You must be a basketball player,’ and I’ve also been advised against wearing short shorts. (That was an awkward conversation) A person need not be a fashion designer to know that if your shorts reaches your knees, then your socks are kept below knee-level. I typically kept my socks rolled down to an inch or two above the ankle, low enough that I wouldn’t look silly…Wrong! I even made sure the top stripe matched my shirt. I never want my colors to clash!

The first really warm day of the year, I broke out my shorts and rolled down my socks…red shirt, green striped socks (in the spirit of Christmas) and the wife was instantly ready to go shopping for socks. Before she’d go out to dinner with me that night, there was a quick trip to the store. I then received my first pair of ‘no show’ socks, with the warning to still not wear them with sandals or boat/deck/loafer shoes. My reaction to wearing them is similar to my feelings on G-Strings, why even bother? It’s all hanging out to see anyway.

It has been an adjustment, I feel so exposed, and my ankles have been freezing. The ankles must be the thermostat for the entire body. I suppose it’s just part of what it takes to be in style, or at least from below the ankle. 

***Thanks so much, Mike, for visiting with me! 

Mike Woody is a life long resident of Dayton, and has a passion for writing, which is good because he doesn't excel at much of anything else, except eating.

Woody has written for small-town newspapers since 2006 and has a degree in Creative Writing from Wright State University. (Perhaps something in the medical field would have been a better choice, but he passes out at the sight of blood)

To check out more of Mike's work visit his blog Woody's World at or follow him on Twitter  @mikewoody1

19 March 2016
Today we're talking about the history of salsa....

Bryce: Salsa Flinger is my Native American name.

Beth: I don't think salsa is a Native American delicacy.

Bryce: Not as it's currently made. The word is actually a Spanish derivation of a Choctaw word meaning fish stew. The cultures met in Eastern Texas in the early 1800s.

Beth: Fish stew...Really? (said dryly with an eyebrow raised skeptically)

Bryce: It wasn't just fish. Alligator hocks were really the key to the recipe.

Beth: I don't think Choctaws were in Florida, where the alligators are.

Bryce: There are alligators in the fresh water all around the Gulf.The gristle in the hock thickened the stew.When the African slaves arrived with okra, that went in the stew making the hard to harvest alligator hocks unnecessary. The French Canadians, completely did away with the Chotaw word and started calling the stew gumbo. Salsa was a noun without an object for centuries.

Beth: OK. Granted the Choctaw were around MS & LA, but I still think you're pulling this out of your butt.

Bryce: It was the Alamo that changed everything.

Beth: The Alamo is not at the Gulf.

Bryce:The units that fought for Spain had been stationed for several months in east Texas.

Beth: Which is not near the Gulf.

Bryce: Southeast Texas is on the Gulf.

Beth: Not San Antonio, which is where the Alamo is. I've been there. Corpus Christie is on the Gulf.

Bryce: Right. They were stationed near the Gulf but when the shit started going down, they were deployed there.

Beth: Who? The Texans?

Bryce: No, the Spanish troops.

Beth: Mexicans fought at the Alamo. Texas was part of Mexico.

Bryce: Right and Meixco had a treaty with Spain part of which was military support for the troubles in Texas and central and north California.The Spanish wanted control of the salmon trade out of California.

Beth: What does this have to do with salsa?

Bryce: It was small but valuable.So, the Spanish troops picked up the word from the Choctaw.

Beth: CA doesn't have salmon.

Bryce: Not now. It did.They were fished clean. Any more questions?

Beth: I don't think you have your facts straight.

Bryce: Every one is verifiable.

Beth: I think you're verifiable...cray cray.

Bryce: I'm just trying to help. I hate to see my friends live with a lie. Google California history salmon.

Beth: I would like to see your proof on salmon being in CA during the Spanish occupation.

Bryce: Mexican

Beth: They had a treaty, remember?

Bryce: But not an occupation.

Beth: Ownership.

Bryce: It was just fishing rights.

Beth: You're saying Mexico only had fishing rights to CA? What history book did you read?

Bryce: No. Mexico owned California. Spain traded with Mexico for, among other things, fishing rights.

Beth: The only salmon that's ever come out of CA is farmed, and I won't eat farmed salmon. Not healthy.

Bryce: Does salsa smell like alligator to you?

Beth: Ew.

Bryce: The ironic twist to this whole story is that alligators cannot eat modern salsa! Kills 'em in 30 minutes. One thing. What kind of seeds to you plant for a salmon farm? I can't find a fish section in my catalog.

***And that, my friends, is the totally true history of salsa you should totally believe, for reals. By Beth and Professor of Ergonomic Fictionalized History, Bryce Eddings.

14 March 2016
         The heart of this story lies in the theory that even though you might find Mr. or Miss Right, it may not be a mutual discovery.  Tom (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) works as a greeting card writer, who falls instantly in love with his boss’s new assistant Summer (Zooey Deschanel).  And from the very beginning we are told that although this is a romance story, it is not a love story.  I disagree…it does teach us about love, only a different version of it.
Throughout the film, the timeline of where Tom and Summer are in their relationship flashes up to propel us along their journey.  Tom is one of those romantic, wear-your-heart-on the-sleeve kind of guys and Gordon-Levitt has played him so well and convincingly that-in my mind-he is now propelled into Hottie status.  Summer is a little harder to figure out.  She is a woman looking for her own true love even though she tries to deny it by saying she doesn’t want to put labels on what she and Tom share.
But this story is really about Tom.  In the 500 days that they have together, he runs the gamut of every facet that Love can be.  Joy, hope, passion, despair, reconciliation, anger, and finally, acceptance.
Every shot and frame of this film is artistic.  The director, Marc Webb, has done a fantastic
job bringing each segment of this film to emotional life.  It is one reason I like Indie films, because I always get done watching them with the moral or tale replaying through my head. 

I won’t give anything away, but the ending, though not the happy ending one might expect, is satisfying.  Tom does find his closure.  And in turn leaves us realizing that the heart truly is big enough to hold all types of loves and loss.

26 February 2016
Now Available!
Chasing after Him, Risso Family #5
Chasing after Him
Risso Family #5
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release Date: February 23, 2016
Warning: Contains bondage
Charlene Tucker is driven to achieve her goal of becoming a pediatrician, but her rigorous schedule is beating her down. She needs a break from academia, and perhaps pursuing a one-night stand with her hot Italian neighbor will help her relax and re-focus.
Theo Risso enjoys being in control. Tying women up and having them at his mercy is his ultimate obsession. Flirting with Charlene stimulates and challenges his carefree attitude, but his determination to be a good neighbor subjugates his need to dominate her.
A blizzard tamps out the electricity, but not their desire, and being snowed in together provides the perfect setting for Charlene's plan…chase Theo until he succumbs to his own need to take control, to bind her body, and free her mind. Passions run high and tempers will clash as Charlene's pursuit challenges Theo's willpower to resist. But will her need for control threaten her ability to surrender herself to him?
Theo obviously liked how I looked. He’d enjoyed an eyeful of my bra-less chest and he’d also taken a sudden interest in my lips. I licked the lingering droplet of wine off the upper while lowering my glass. Time to get things moving. “So.”
He lifted his gaze, brow quirked. “So.”
“Why’d you agree to come over tonight?”
Theo’s sexy smirk sent flutters through my stomach. “I enjoy making you laugh. Helping you remember there’s life outside of your life’s goal.”
“Is that all?”
He nodded and tipped up his glass, not taking the time to savor the dry, oaken flavor.
My entire body tingled with the thought success was in reach. “Why didn’t you sit over here with me?”
Theo peered at me with his dark eyes. Fathomless and unreadable. “Because you’re on a mission.”
For the second time since he’d arrived, laughter bubbled from me. “I am.”
“And according to you, you always succeed.”
“I do.”
He studied the wine while swirling it in the glass. “I sat over here to thwart your plans.”
I narrowed my eyes as I studied his face. “Why?”
“You don’t need any distractions right now.”
Spine stiffening, I lifted my chin. “Or perhaps that’s exactly what I need right now.”
“Not my kind of distraction.”
His gaze latched onto me, and finally—finally—heat I’d dreamed of simmered in his stare. I fought the strange desire to lower my eyes. “I never back down. Ever.”
His coy smirk sent a rush of moisture straight south to slick my panties. “You should.”
“Oh?” I allowed my smile to grow and rubbed a fingertip along my shirt’s drooping neckline. His attention swung downward. “And why’s that?”
“You’re messing with fire.” He lifted his gaze and scorched me with the lust in his black eyes.
Fire? Oh yeah. My body ignited, and burning need swelled between my thighs and settled into my clit. I got up and set my wine glass on the coffee table while moving around it—all without breaking eye contact. Focused on his face, I peered down at him from between his legs. “I can handle a little heat.”  
For more information on the Risso Family, click on the image above.
About Lynn Burke:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Her current work, the Risso Familly Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.
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14 February 2016
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Thank you for inviting me to your blog today to celebrate my new release with Hot Ink Press, erotic paranormal romance, 'Deep Dream.'

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

Ethan Ross, my hero in Deep Dream was so immediately real to me as I had the story idea that the dynamics between him and my heroine Anna Prideaux just fell into place.
He’s as immediately drawn to her as she is to him, but he’s fighting the attraction as hard as he can. That’s what leads to how he misbehaves and how Anna gives up on him and falls for Remy Dubois’s charms.

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

I originally thought I’d write more StarZ club stories, but then in Deep Dream I gave characters happy endings and I think, if there’s another story, it will move away from StarZ, the rock club.

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

When I originally designed the cover, I had a base scene in mind of a New Orleans street. However when I came to buy the graphic the photograph had been categorized as editorial, meaning I couldn’t use it for commercial purposes. So, I bought another street scene and other graphics to make the base of the cover look almost the same as the one I’d wanted and then hunted down my couple to smoke into the scene, giving a dreamy effect. I hope. (Smiles)

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

I’m always getting inspiration from just odd things. Ethan my vampire character inspired the whole story when I saw a 1920’s flapper dress covered in fringes and so pretty, I associated it with his turning point in life and the lover who’d abandoned him all those years ago.

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

None at all. I’m always desperate to write. I never have enough time for everything because I work such weird ‘day job’ hours and so after a few days when I haven’t had time to write I start being depressed.

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

I don’t actually … my characters are suddenly just with me as is most of the story. I’ll see something, a road sign (Swoop on Love), a decorative door (The Black Lion), a building (A Dom for Patti), a paddock full of horses (Night of the Horse) and bam I have a story. I once had a story fall into my mind from a strange misty white patch that showed up on the outside of my patio doors. It inspired, Forever Blue. Stories are just there and then its hell for me until I write them because they nag me. (Laughs)

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

Sex scenes have some real life stuff in them. Scenery, places and emotions , they’re ofetn composite of what I’ve seen in real life.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’ve recently submitted two erotic romance anthology stories, and I’m waiting on hearing back from them.

I’m writing another anthology story right now that’s dark and dirty (grins)

I‘m writing Tom Venn’s story, The Venn Pack in Love 4 for Siren and that has to take precedence soon.

I have a Sci-Fi/fantasy romance that I’m desperate to finish and a couple of other projects sitting in folders on my computer with a couple of chapters written and no time yet to write them. 

This story concept was originally formed for a proposed series. Now it has been completed revised, lengthened, and re-edited for Hot Ink Press.

Essentially a vampire erotic romance, it also has threads of magic, and taking place in New Orleans, it's set in a music club/rock club, the mysterious StarZ.

Ethan Ross, the vampire hero, has been in New Orleans since his girlfriend and sire, dumped him in 1922. He's used to the weird undercurrents of the city and now works in StarZ that caters to the supernatural folks. His band, Deep Dream, play there. He's tasked with taking care of the 'ordinary humans' that arrive in the club and he does this happily ...

With a broken heart to heal Ethan swore off love long ago ... that is until starry eyed Anna Prideaux wanders into his life. 
Then sparks start to fly ...

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 She watched him disappear into the gloom. Anna stood and scooped her phone from the counter. She glanced around to check who might be watching her. When it looked like no one was, she quickly followed Marcus. She quickened her pace as she lost sight of him in the swirling mist at the back of the club’s main room. Marcus disappeared.

When she reached where she’d last seen him a shiver spiked up her back. The mist was freezing cold, the air thick with potent. Anna turned away as a weird fear gripped her. She practically ran back to the bar, weaving through the groups of patrons, and muttering, “Sorry,” as she knocked into one, splashed the drink from the glass of another, until she stood in front of Ethan.

His gaze mesmerized her. She wasn’t even sure she actually heard his voice, but somehow he soothed her.

“Anna, it’s time you went home now. You want to go home. You have work to do transcribing the interview with the band. Everything’s fine.”

She smiled at him. “I’m off now. Thank you for answering my questions. Thank Marcus for me. He left.” She gestured toward where she’d run from. A flutter of fear rose in her stomach and then Ethan was leaning forward, his blue eyes capturing her so that she dreamily froze to soak up his low voiced words.

“Goodnight, Anna.”
She left the club happily, a faraway feeling carrying her along ...
©Elodie Parkes Hot Ink Press 2016

About Elodie
I’m a writer who is in love with happy endings. Currently based in the UK but thinking about joining the next flock of birds I see heading south for the winter.
I love: music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean...
I work with antiques by day and words by night.
Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my current home, and I write.
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31 January 2016

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

Thank you so much for inviting me, Beth! Excited to be here.

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

An interesting fact about this story is that it has had several different tellings and titles.
Considering it is not that old of an idea, this story has gone in many different directions.
The first title I dubbed this one was, Say My Name, since our sexy hero Roger, often says that to his new personal assistant Lexi, during some very intimate moments. The next incarnation of this story was entitled, The Moment of Truth, but I tried something a little different and it was not well received, it just didn’t work out. Live and learn. So back to the drawing board, I reworked the original Say My Name manuscript, but I no longer felt like that was the right title for the new and improved story. I finally decided on The NØFrat Clause, because it is the crux of our hero and heroine’s conflict.

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

The idea for this story actually spawned from an image prompt in one of the weekly blog hops I participate in, Masturbation Monday. The explicit picture was of a man fully dressed in a business suit, sitting on a cream leather couch, playing with a naked woman. It immediately took me to an office setting and I wrote a short erotic flash fiction to go along with it. A couple of weeks later, with Lexi and Roger still on my mind and a second erotic image prompt for M-Monday, another part of their story materialized. By then I realized Lex and Rog had a story to tell.

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

Coffee, coffee and more coffee, along with my Chihuahua by my side.

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

They absolutely develop for me on the fly. I might have a vague direction when I start, but the characters show me the way and often it isn’t where I expect to end up. They’re a pushy lot.

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

When I first started writing a lot of real life went into my stories but sooner or later you run out of things to share or that you can relate to. Often the day to day, is not that interesting. LOL. Not to say I don’t throw some of my own experiences or of those around me into it, I do, but  some of my more recent projects, I have zero experience in, so we’ll see how that goes. J I’ve been known to use snippets of conversation I’ve overheard, while I’m out and about, between absolute strangers, into my stories. So word to the wise, be careful what you share in public. You never know who might be sitting within earshot at the coffee shop, at the grocery store or on a plane. Author fodder is everywhere.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have several manuscripts on the go but nothing complete at the moment. So stay tuned.

Temptation... It's all around us... the flesh is weak.

Haven't we all been tempted, at one time or another? Sometimes it's just too hard to be good.

Whether it's that rich chocolaty slab of cake alongside a cold glass of white milk while you're on a diet, or that drool-worthy muscle bound guy at the gym who you can't seem to keep your greedy gaze from, or the gorgeous young intern, new to the firm, who just needs some good training.

Temptation doesn't obey the rules and though they try their best to fight it, Roger and Lexi, don't either, The NØ Frat Clause.


Fresh out of college, Lexi Wideman lands an entry level job at a lucrative recruiting firm. Only six months into her tenure, she’s offered a major promotion—executive assistant to Roger Kent, the company’s coveted corporate headhunter. Older, irresistible, and ruggedly handsome, Roger Kent turns her into a liquid pool of need with just one smoldering glance. But the opportunity is just too good to pass up this early in her career. Lexi must find a way to remain professional while panting after her boss.

Roger Kent is thrown off guard when the company execs all of a sudden decide he needs an assistant. Perhaps he does, but Lexi Wideman is not the girl for him. She's smart, young, and gorgeous. It's hard enough trying to keep his eyes off her. Working in such close proximity, day after day, it would only be a matter of time before his hands followed.

So much for the No Frat Policy.

I hope you enjoy this naughty tease. A little Love in an Elevator...
(sorry, I just got that song stuck in your head for the rest of the day).


All of a sudden the lights flickered once again, and the lift jerked.

Lexi grabbed my thigh in panic. “Oh God!”

Oh God was right. Any higher and she was going to get a rock-hard handful.

I wound my arms around her, and we held on as the elevator came to shuddering halt. The lights went out entirely, plunging us into complete darkness. The hydraulic hum of the mechanics powering down droned. Then there was silence except for the clicking of the cables.

“Ohhh …” Lexi said in alarm.

“It’s okay. Take it easy,” I reassured her. “The auxiliary lights should come on in a second when the generators kick in.” But seconds ticked by and nothing happened.

“What’s happening?” she asked, her voice warbling.

“Power outage from the storm I’d say. Guess you were right, we should have taken the stairs.”

“Oh boy.” I felt her take a deep shuddering breath. She shifted, centering her back to my chest, and relaxed into me. I tried to maintain some distance, but there was no help for it, with her perfect little ass snugged right up against my upper thighs. There was no way she missed the massive bulge in my pants. She tensed, but she didn’t pull away either.

I inhaled her familiar scent. Another bad idea. It was just as arousing as the rest of her. She smelled fanfuckingtastic.

Her breathing became erratic. I was afraid she was about to panic.

“We’re okay. Relax.” I ran my hands up and down her arms.

She melted into me.

“Do you have your cell phone?” I asked in a tight voice. “We could use it for light. And-or call for help. At least let someone know we’re in here.”

“No, I left mine at the office. You?”

“I think I tossed mine in the briefcase. It's down here by our feet somewhere.”

A ringing noise made us both jump.

I released her and groped in the dark until I found the little door containing the emergency phone. “Hello?” I answered in a clipped tone.

“What's your name, and how many are with you?” a gruff voice barked.

“Roger Kent. There are two of us. Myself and my assistant.”

“We're working on getting you down. Try not to panic.”

“All right, but can you do something about the auxiliary lighting?”

“The generators should engage anytime now. Sit tight.”

“Okay, we’ll sit tight. As if we have a choice,” I said as I hung up.

From the awkward way I'd been leaning, I straightened up slightly, rearranging my hips back into the corner. “We’re gonna be a while,” I said and reached for Lexi. It was pitch black. I couldn’t make out a goddamn thing. “Where'd ya go? Christ, it’s dark.”

“I'm searching for the cell.” Just then my palm made contact with a nicely rounded hip. Oh fuck, she was bent over in front of me. I followed the soft plump curve as she rooted through the briefcase. I closed my eyes and took long, slow inventory of her shapely backside. I stifled a groan, but it escaped as more of a grunt.

Slowly, she straightened and turned in my direction. The low light from my cell screen glowed, illuminating the space between us.

The tension between us was palpable. She stared at me. Her lips parted. I don’t know what she saw in my expression. One of us made a growling sound. I suspect it was me.

Simultaneously, she dropped the phone and reached for me as I grabbed for her. I sought her lips hungrily as the darkness enveloped us once more. She moaned something incoherent into my mouth.

In a wild frenzy, we nipped and sucked at each other’s mouths, our hands roamed free and greedily. My cock lengthened to painful proportions.

Lexi arched into me, her ample breasts pressing against my upper chest. She squirmed as I tried to gather her sweet backside in my greedy hands. Lifting her, I thrust my hips at her, leaving no doubt as to what I wanted.

In answer, she pressed her pelvis against me. The pressure felt amazing, but I wanted more.

“Yeah,” she cried softly. “Yeah …”

Fuck yeah!

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11 January 2016
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Thanks for having me! :D

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

I'm a classic pantser – planning ahead when it comes to writing is just not in my nature. But I know with short stories that every word counts, and I didn't want to waste words introducing a new couple and have them fall in love in an extremely short time-frame. So I went with a reunited lovers theme instead – Lara and Zane broke up a year ago. In WAKING THE LIONESS, chance throws them back together. They already know each other and have a deep, complex history. Adding Tate to the mix (who has his own established relationship with Zane) gives Lara and Zane's relationship a new twist...which was lots of fun to write!

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

It will hopefully be the first in a series of shorts set in and around the fictional town of Malkin Ridge, focusing on shapeshifters and their love lives! I have a vague idea for a sequel to Lara/Zane/Tate's story.

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

I make up playlists for the majority of my projects – songs that remind me of characters or scenes, and I listen to those when I can't write, to keep me in the right mood for when I can write!

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

As well as the sequel to WAKING THE LIONESS, I'm working on an MC romance called Wolf's Hunt, the second in my Wild Blood MC series. I've also got a couple more short stories in the works, both paranormal romances, but very different in tone. I'm hoping to finish Wolf's Huntbefore anything else – the end is so very close!

Convinced she could never give her fiance what he truly wanted, cat-shifter Lara Carey walked away from her home and her engagement, and started fresh in New Orleans. One year on, she's never stopped missing Zane Walker...but it's too late to do anything about it, isn't it?

Zane Walker hasn't come to New Orleans to find Lara, but when chance throws them together, his passion for her is reignited. There's just one problem. Zane's new lover is missing somewhere in New Orleans, and even if Zane and Lara find him, can Lara accept him and Zane?

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Amber is the secret identity of a writer who normally pens urban fantasy, but feels like stretching her wings. Amber loves darker romance, anti-heroes, good red wine, and expensive chocolate (sometimes all at once). She's based in the UK and lives in an adorable cottage with her dream man and two stupid snakes.

07 January 2016

Kicked off his home world after losing his mate, Reyvor has made a place for himself on Earth, spending his afternoons drinking and his nights cruising the streets on his Harley. But all of that is about to change. A commotion outside of his motel room just may turn out to be his saving grace.

Hazel has lost everything, but she'd do it all again if it meant escaping the abusive boyfriend who liked to beat on her three girls and herself. Dumpster diving has never been her favorite thing to do, but she doesn't have a penny to her name and her girls are starving. But when she's caught, something miraculous happens.

Reyvor knows right away that the petite woman with the large blue eyes needs him. When he hears that this little ragtag family hasn't eaten in days, he convinces Hazel to accept a warm meal and a place to stay for the night. The girls warm his heart and remind him of what he once wanted out of life. Is it too late to start over?

Hazel is hesitant to trust anyone again with her heart, but Reyvor is determined to make her his. What's an alien to do when all he wants is a loving family to call his own? He'll break down her defenses one by one, until she melts against him and begs for his kiss. But can he claim the feisty Hazel without completely losing his heart to her?

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Nikki, you’re the big sister. I would imagine you feel protective when it comes to your siblings. Did you have any reservations about Reyvor when you met?

No. I could tell by looking in his eyes that he was kind. Not many men would offer to let a woman and her three kids stay in his hotel suite, feed them, and clothe them. He didn’t hesitate when he saw we needed help; he just stepped in and gave us whatever we needed.

So you were okay with your mom dating him?

Reyvor is wonderful. I only wish Mom had found him sooner. Maybe if she’d had a chance to meet someone like Reyvor, she never would have stayed with Dad, and we wouldn’t have ended up on the streets.

What’s it like living on the streets?

Scary. You never know where your next meal will come from, or if there will even be one. Unless you have money to spend at a truck stop, there’s not really a chance for a hot shower, and you can forget about clean clothes because money is too scarce to spend it at a laundromat. I think the scariest thing was the night Abby was almost abducted from the homeless shelter while we slept. If she hadn’t managed to scream, I doubt we would have ever seen her again.

You’re a very brave little girl to go through all that.

I’m not little. And you have to be strong to make it on the streets. There isn’t really a choice if you want to survive.

But things are good now, right? You’re happy?

Very! Reyvor bought us this amazing house where we all have our own room. And I’m kind of hope for another sister or maybe a brother before too long. Mom told Reyvor she would be okay with having more children and I think it would be great to have a bigger family.

Well, thank you for visiting with me, Nikki. I’m glad you got your happy ending.

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Hazel looked at her children and wondered what she was going to do next. It had been weeks since they’d had a bath, even longer since they’d had clean clothes. All of their belongings had been stolen at a shelter downtown, and poor Abby had almost been abducted. Hazel had steered clear of the place since then, deciding it was safer on the streets. They’d slept in the park on nights when it was nice, and huddled in shop doorways on rainy ones. It had been so long since they’d felt the comfort of a bed or had the luxury of a roof. But living on the streets was better than the alternative.
“Momma,” Winnie said. “Are we going to sleep here with the nice purple man?”
“He’s a Terran, honey, and no. We’ll stay long enough to eat and then we should move along. It was nice of him to offer food for us, but we mustn’t take advantage of him.” Even though she had to admit staying with him wouldn’t be a hardship. When she’d crashed into him, she’d felt the strength in his arms and her gaze had clashed with his dark pansy colored one. She’d felt her heart race in her chest and had hoped he couldn’t feel it too.
Abby curled into the corner of the sofa. “But it’s nice here. I don’t want to leave.”
“I’m sorry, sweet angel. I know you miss things like TV…”
“And hot water,” Nikki mumbled.
“But we just can’t afford a place right now,” Hazel continued as if her eldest daughter hadn’t just smarted off.
“Since you don’t work, we’re never going to afford a place,” Nikki said. “Are we going to live on the streets forever? Because right now, I’d rather be home with Dad.”
Hazel sucked in a sharp breath. “You don’t mean that! Your father is the reason we’re living the way we do. Did you really want to stay and see if he became angry enough to kill one of us? Or all of us? Weren’t you tired of the beatings and screaming?”
“Daddy’s a mean man,” Winnie said. “But the purple man seems nice. Maybe he wants a family.”
“Honey, you can’t just pick a man and decide to live with him.” Well, technically you could, but she didn’t want to get into that with her middle child. At seven, Winnie was too smart for her own good. And Hazel wouldn’t lie to herself… she kind of liked the idea of staying with the Terran. Their meeting had been brief, but she’d seen kindness in his eyes and there was a gentleness to his touch. Two things that had been missing from her life for a long time.
“Why did you stay with Dad so long if he’s so horrible?” Nikki asked.
“Your father was nice when we first met, and he treated me right. It wasn’t until Winnie was born that he began to change. Something twisted in his mind and suddenly everyone was out to get him and nothing was ever good enough. $Weweren’t good enough. I’d rather live on the streets than take a chance on your father harming one of you again.”
The sound of a motorcycle alerted Hazel to the alien’s return. She shushed the girls and hoped they wouldn’t say anything embarrassing in front of him. He really did seem like a nice man, but they would accept their meal and be on their way. If they hurried, they might still get a good spot at the park to sleep for the night. Not that Hazel did much sleeping. She dozed off here and there, but she tried hard to stay awake and watch over the children. Her body was exhausted and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept through the night.
Unbidden, an image of her wrapped in Reyvor’s arms rippled through her mind. What would it be like to be held all night by someone like him? She doubted she would ever find out.

About the Author
What happens when you get two artistic romantics together? An impulsive marriage proposal - and a woman who says yes (on the first date)! While Jessica's husband may not have intended for the words "marry me" to pop out on their first date, she surprised him even more by saying yes! That was in 2000 and they're hoping for many more years together.

Jessica Coulter Smith began writing at an early age, but it wasn't until 2008 that someone convinced her to have one of her stories published. When she received her acceptance letter in August 2008, it set her on an incredible journey, one she hopes will never end. In 2010, she decided to stay home with the kids and write full-time. It's a decision she hasn't regretted, and one that will hopefully result in many more stories to come.
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28 December 2015
WELCOME JACEY HOLBRAND & ELIZABETH MONVEY! I'm extremely thrilled to have both of these Evernight authors on my blog today, who write a very unique twist in M/M erotica sci-fi romance. Their stories are of male pregnancy, or Mpreg, which is a hot trend right now that not many authors are delving into.  First up is Elizabeth, who was kind enough to answer some questions, and then Jacey talks about how she and Elizabeth collaborated on ideas.

 Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of writing Mpreg?

Actually, the senior editor at Evernight suggested it me, and then one day at coffee, I brought it up with Jacey, who had similar ideas about the concept.  From there, my first Mpreg story, My Pregnant Boyfriend, grew.

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

Yes!  My Pregnant Boyfriend was part of the My Boyfriend Is…series, and the current books I’m writing now are called the Divergent Species series.  The first book, The Bear’s True Mate, leads us into a world were genetic manipulation between shifters are possible. 

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

I’ve had to plan out the Divergent Species books because the last book ties into my short story, Outlaw Wolf, in the Bad Alpha: Manlove anthology edition.    

Q) What drew you to this unusual genre?

I like that it’s a subject that hasn’t really been explored yet.  There aren’t that many authors writing it, so it was a challange.  For me, though, I have to make it believable so I had to come up with a logical, scientific explanation on how a man might become pregnant.  With the first book, I simply used the “nature finds a way” method.  With The Bear’s True Mate and Declawed, I wanted to explore how in nature, some males can give birth, or some genders can switch when needed.  The research was fascinating.

Jacey and I might write the same genre, but we use completely different concepts on how to achieve the male pregnancy.  If you’ve not read The Agency books, I highly suggest you do so.  They are spooky, and scary, and whisk you into that place where the boogeyman hides.  I LOVE her books! 


Hi everyone! Big thanks to Beth D. Carter for having me on her blog today to talk about my male pregnancy stories and how they came about. :)
In the fall of 2014, my friend, Elizabeth Monvey, and I had been talking about the stories we planned on writing and trying to figure out what the “next big thing” would be and what readers would find different and interesting to read. As the conversation ensued, the subject of male pregnancy came up. We both thought the topic had possibilities, but how would we make men get pregnant in our stories?

I’d already started a series called The Agency with the male-male, sci-fi story, ‘The Encounter’.
I’d planned on doing a mix of paranormal and science fiction stories for this particular series, but after talking with Elizabeth, I decided The Agency would lean more toward sci-fi. My muse came up with the idea of alien scientific experimentation in which the aliens make men pregnant.
With each story, I’m trying to create different ways the aliens impregnate the men to keep things interesting. Also, in changing up how the series would be, another alien race came into the picture along with a conspiracy theory one of the characters is trying to solve. So far the books are as follows: ‘The Encounter’ where readers are introduced to the alien race through Evan’s abduction; ‘Breeding Seth’ where we discover how Seth is taken and impregnated; and ‘Cooper’s Condition’ in which Cooper is snatched and winds up pregnant. I’ve had a rough year writing wise with a lot of personal stuff that’d cropped up, but I’ve been pecking away at the fourth story in The Agency when I can. Hopefully I’ll be wrapping up ‘Mason’s Mijos’ and submitting it soon. It’s a male ménage with a few paranormal aspects on top of the science fiction stuff. ‘Mason’s Mijos’ will reveal the other alien race and delve more into the conspiracy aspect as well as have some more mpreg goodness. Then it’ll be onto the last book in The Agency where everything will be wrapped up. After that, I’m thinking of doing a spin-off series involving the alien races and the earth/star children, but we’ll see how time tells. ;)
And, to think, all this came about from having a cup of coffee with a good friend. Thanks, Elizabeth! :)
Big thanks to you too, dear readers, for taking time to read our stories and wanting more.
Love & blessings to all, Jacey


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03 December 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

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

Zane had made appearances in earlier Risso Family novellas, and Raquel was born out of knowing what he needed to be tamed. A Dom and an innocent with a secretive kinky mind = fireworks galore.

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

This is book four in my Risso Family series which follows four siblings from the Boston area. I’ve branched out with a cousin who we meet in Tempered by Her, Theo. I just signed a contract with Evernight for his story, Chasing after Him.

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

I grew up in an uber conservative family, and even at a young age, my mind tended toward the ‘bad’ if you know what I mean. Took me awhile to find the guts to explore that part of my mind and the characters screaming for attention.

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

The entire series actually began as a short story for an anthology call. Susceptible to Him morphed into a story beyond that call when Lia’s brothers began whispering in my brain telling me they wanted their own stories as well.

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

No habits, but I’ve been known to jot down notes on anything handy as they come to mind. A lot of my plot lines come into focus as I’m cleaning. Go figure!

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

I’m a major planner, and I’ve been known to fill out a few personality tests in order to solidify a character, their thoughts, ticks, and favorite sayings in my brain.

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

A little from not just my own life, but friends, families, & even people I see in passing. The news is always loaded with good stuff to glean from, as is my Facebook stream.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

My 5th Risso Family novella will be releasing within the next 2 months, and the second in my Found by Fate series, Finding Freedom releases Feb 1st with Roane Publishing.

An author I admire BIG TIME contacted me a few days ago about co-writing a novel with her. We’re in planning stages, but I am STOKED to say the least!

Tempered by Her
Risso Family #4
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release Date: November 17, 2015


Zane Risso, a Dominant unyielding in his desires, is haunted by the one woman he wants and can’t have, vanilla goodie-two-shoes Raquel Hawkins. He knows the only way to flush her from his system is to seduce her and move on, because surrendering the kink club addiction he enjoys is not a demand he'll accept. From any woman.
Raquel Hawkins has never known temptation like the blue-eyed Italian god who seems fond of whispering naughty things in her ear during office hours. He’s bad news—sin personified—and although she continues to deny him, her body’s responses to his sensual words just might buy her a one-way ticket to hell.
From their first kiss, Zane’s determination to overcome her Pollyanna principles threatens his lifestyle. For Raquel, giving into temptation would doubtless leave her heart a shredded mess—and unlock sordid secrets best left in the dark.


I found Raquel kneeling in the center of my bed, hands on her lap, head bowed, her high heels placed side by side on the floor at the bed’s foot. She hadn’t obeyed my first command, but fuck me, I didn’t give a shit.

I’d planned on taking her over my knee and reddening every inch of her ass and thighs, but seeing her in such a submissive pose in the middle of my bed had me drooling for a taste. “Take off your blouse.”

She started at my voice, but lifted shaking hands to do as told. With each button slipped free, my arousal returned, and the blue silk sliding off her bare shoulders and revealing a see-through white lace bra and puckered rosy nipples brought a groan to my lips.
“Lay back.” I strode forward as she straightened her legs and complied, the sounds of her quickened breaths heating my blood.

Fuckin’ Raquel Hawkins, sweet innocent, was on my bed, the darkness beneath her knee-length skirt sending my saliva glands into hyper-drive. I slipped leather ties around her wrists and tied her tight to my headboard. She chewed on her lower lip, chest rising and falling enough to make me think she might call out her safe word, but she kept silent.

I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto the bed, pushing up her pencil skirt with agonizing slowness over nylon-clad legs while settling on my haunches between them.

Thigh highs. I swallowed. Fuckin’A.

A sweep of my thumbs from inner to outer thighs, and she lifted her ass, allowing me to push the skirt to her waist. So much for my assumption about granny panties. White lace matching her bra and a scrap of silk hid her virgin curls from me. I leaned down, breathing in the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. “I’m going to taste you, Raquel.”

She gasped, her hands flexing in their restraints.

“You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to.”


I reached up and pinched her nipple, earning another gasp, a groan of pleasure on its heels as she writhed on the bed. “The proper response would be, yes, Sir.”

She licked her lips again and whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir, what?”

“I won’t come until you tell me to.”

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About Lynn Burke:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Her current work, the Risso Familly Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.
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22 November 2015
Thank you so much, Sara, for visiting Written Butterfly! 

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

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

Q) Is this book part of a series?   


If so, can you tell us about it?  

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

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

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

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book? 

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

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

Brainstorming with others will get me writing.

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

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

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

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

Q) What are your upcoming projects?  

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

Wild Mountain Shifters

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked at her expectantly.

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

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

© 2015 Blushing Books® and Louise Taylor

Author Bio

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

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

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

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

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


Also by the author

The Victorian Vices Series

Spanking The Governess
Spanking Miss Sophia
Spanking The Heiress

The Ruttingdon Club Series

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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01 November 2015

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Read an excerpt: Dominic sees Michelle for the first time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Pagans had just walked in. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They call themselves the Weathermen…

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

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

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

“What will you give me in return?”

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

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

“A naked woman tied up in your bed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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30 September 2015

Evernight Celebrates 5 Years of Publishing!

Thanks to readers like you, Evernight Publishing has grown by leaps and bounds in five years so they’re pulling out all the stops and throwing an extreme BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION BLOG HOP in your honor!
That’s right! It’s Evernight’s birthday but YOU get the presents…
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Plus, each author on the hop will offer his/her own special prize!

I’m honored to celebrate this momentous occasion with Evernight!  Evernight is a Family, and I'm so honored and proud to be in the company the amazing Evernight authors.  Happy 5th birthday!!  I raise my glass and toast to another five, ten, fifteen (and more!) amazing years!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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