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25 January 2015

Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today. 
Thanks for inviting me here, Beth!

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
Sienna, the main character in my Art of Love romance series is a young artist trying to find her way. I spent a lot of time as a professional artist too, so I really love to write about that world. It is full of sexy, clever, outrageous characters and high stakes ambition, which brings out the best and worst in people. In Model Position Sienna is torn between falling for Erik the live drawing model (yes, very naked), and Dave a hooked up classmate, whose aunt owns a gallery. In Private Internship Sienna interns for Caz a hot bad boy sculptor with a dark secret.

Q) How much real life do you put into your books?
I inject themes and character aspects that fascinate me, and are connected to my real life. The Art of Love series was inspired by my earlier art career. Witch of the Cards was inspired by a trip to a very burned out, spooky Asbury Park where the only boardwalk store was a Saltwater taffy place with an ancient counter lady that looked like a witch.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I’m working on a paranormal historical romance sent in 1932 on the Jersey Shore called Witch of the Cards. Fiera has no idea she’s a powerful witch, at least at first. I can’t say much more yet. But you can get big hints by taking a peek at my Beach Witch Pinterest board here:
I’ll also be working on the third in the Art of Love series this year.

The Blurb for Private Internship by Kitsy Clare:

Sugar’s not so sweet and secrets can be deadly … especially with matters of the heart

Sienna’s bestie, Harper warned her not to intern for famous bad boy artist, Casper Mason. After all, he just fired Harper who helped Sienna get the interview. But the moment Sienna sees Casper—or Caz—sweaty and practically shirtless and swinging from chains while he works on his sculpture, she’s hooked. He’s the richest, hottest artist in New York, and he lives in the fabulous Williamsburg Sugar Factory. But he’s also an incorrigible game-player, who seems to relish testing Sienna’s loyalty with a string of unsettling tests.

She knows she should get away fast. But by the time Sienna sneaks into his locked storage room and begins to unearth his dark and terrifying secret, she’s fallen way too hard for the handsome, charismatic Caz.

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For Sienna, love and art are perilous games. Is she ready to take that gamble?
Sienna is a beautiful, talented artist poised on the precipice of soaring into the glamorous, yet cutthroat Manhattan art scene.
Dave Hightower is a hooked-up, handsome heir to the hippest gallery in NYC, Gallery Hightower. Erik is the live drawing model with his sizzling green eyes fixed only on Sienna.
Three’s a crowd, so Sienna must make a choice: date Dave and ride the fast track to landing a show at Gallery Hightower and hobnobbing with the art glitterati, or follow her heart and take a chance with Erik, the stunning male model who’s stealing her heart. But Erik has some worrisome secrets, and who in their right mind would make live modeling their career? Dare Sienna throw away her chances of hitting it big to follow her heart?
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22 January 2015

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

First of all, I’d like to thank you for having me on your blog. It means a lot to me. I would like to share with you and your readers my main inspirations of this story.

One day, my dear friend Louis Stevens posted a video of a singer Gavin DeGraw on his Facebook account. It was lovely and I loved the singer’s song. Well, one of my favorite singers is Ed Sheeran and I told Louis it would be a dream come true if Ed sings together with Gavin. A moment later, voila! Louis posted a video of them both singing together! Long story short, How Long Will I Love You was born. The title of this story was from a song but it was another story altogether and it wasn’t sung by any of the men.

By the way, here is the video of Gavin and Ed performing together on stage. I totally fell in love with them. I got completely inspired. My story isn’t in any way a real story about them, though. Heh. I wish!

Now if you watch the video until the end, it was their hug that completely melted my heart. *sighs* And here are the real life Ed and Gavin.

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

Yes, I certainly have the habit of only being able to write into my cell phone. I can write on my laptop, of course, but it’s not as smoothly. :-)

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

Hee. As this story, How Long Will I Love You, was inspired by two real life musicians, I’d say I put a bit of real life into it, like their occupations. But other than that, it’s completely fictitious. :)

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

I’m a bit intimidated when it comes to talking with other authors about writing but I wouldn’t mind brainstorming with Susan Mac Nicol though it might end in me listening in awe to her ideas.

Thank you again for the time and space, Beth!

by Iyana Jenna
Published by Evernight Publishing
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Length: 26,950 Words
Heat Rating: 3
It might look weird for a musician to *fangirl* another musician, but Ed Finley didn’t give a damn. He adored and had a crush on singer and pianist, Gavin O’Malley—to the point of sticking O’Malley’s pin-ups all over the walls of his room. Ed thought his dream had come true when he was scheduled to perform together with his idol on stage.

Gavin O’Malley thought Ed was okay when they ended up being together that night. The night meant everything to Ed, while it was only another one-night stand for Gavin.

Ed decides to stay away while Gavin, after rejecting Ed, couldn’t stop thinking about the other man. Will Gavin get a chance to tell Ed his true feelings?

As soon as he got to L.A., Ed realized the mistake he’d made. Everything reminded him of Gavin, especially the invites to small jam sessions and dinners with fellow artists. He’d tried to avoid them all, but Nina, his assistant, kept reminding him not to miss those occasions.

“Don’t you see that I’m a human being, too? I’m tired, okay?”

Instead of answering, Nina squinted at him before she thrust an envelope at him.

“What’s that?” Suspicion crept into his heart.

“A live awards ceremony. Music awards. Next week.”

“Oh.” He took the invitation and looked at the card. It was a national show and it was going to be aired live on a major channel. It was a big deal. He glanced back at Nina. “Am I a nominee or something?” That was impossible. He’d have found out right away if he was nominated in a category. “Or am I going to present an award? How did you get this invitation?” Nina knew very well this wasn’t his type of thing.

She chuckled softly. The traitor.

“Relax. I didn’t have to kiss someone’s ass or get down on my knees for this. You’re an online phenomenon, Ed. They knew they’d get more publicity if they had you at their show.”

Ed wasn’t particularly afraid of what Nina would do if she wanted something, though he did worry about her sometimes. She’d do anything to get the things she wanted. But this was going to be a huge event with hundreds of celebrities. It was harmless. Safe. Even if Ed saw him there, he could easily slip away and hide. He sighed.

“All right. I’ll go.”

“Yay. I’ll RSVP.”

Ed rolled his eyes as he turned his back on a delighted Nina, who was already on the phone.

The invitation ruined the plan he’d made. Without Nina’s knowledge, he’d made a reservation to rent a cabin on a vineyard resort he often went to in Northern California. He needed fresh air and a place to clear his head. He’d thought being in L.A. would help, but the feeling that he could run into Gavin in any corner of the city kept haunting him. The shame—Ed could not get rid of it. He was lucky Gavin hadn’t talked to a tabloid about how Ed Finley literally threw himself at him and thought he had a chance to be Gavin O’Malley’s boyfriend.

A week or so on the vineyard would do him good. Too bad Ed had to postpone it now. He took a shuddering breath and cooked up another plan. The minute he left the award show, he would be on his way to escape to Moonshine Valley.
Nina walked ahead of Ed on the red carpet. He smiled inwardly at the sight of her—a diminutive figure, yet looking confident and ready to take any action Ed needed her to. Tonight she was lit up in her small, bright red dress with her golden hair tied up into a small chignon. She was pretty, Ed would give her that. He wouldn’t mind having her as his girlfriend if he liked girls. As it was, Ed didn’t mind taking her as his date tonight, though she might have minded if he’d insisted on going in his shirt and jeans.


Ed jerked his head up. “Yeah?” He had been unaware of zoning out for a second there.

Nina gestured at him impatiently, so he headed toward her. She was standing near the velvet railing with a man on the other side of it who had a microphone in his hand.

“Hi,” greeted Ed. “How’re you doing?”

“Can you believe it? Louis Montague from the blog Louis’ Notes, himself! He wants to talk to you, Ed.”

Nina sounded too chirpy for his liking, and his eyes narrowed in suspicion because the girl knew him well. He turned back to the man and offered his hand. Louis accepted and shook it hard.

“Ed Finley. It’s so great to finally see you.”

“Hi, Louis. Glad to see you too. I hope you like my songs.”

“Like your songs? I love them. They’re brilliant, man.”

“Come on.” Ed felt positively embarrassed. After all this time, he still couldn’t believe people actually listened to his work. He looked around and cursed silently when he found that Nina had disappeared.

“I’m serious. They’re emotional and fans really relate to them. I can’t stop listening to them. What’s coming up next from you?”

“Um.” Ed scratched his head, then promptly removed his wandering fingers. He’d spent more time than was necessary trying to tame his red curls, and he knew Nina would scold him for ruining them. “I write songs every night or between shows. I can’t stop the ideas from coming into my head. They keep bugging me until I write them down.”

“Sounds so easy for you.”

“Oh no, not at all. They’re raw ideas and thoughts. Mostly I still have to find the right tune for them, not to mention the lyrics and the music arrangements. Half of the raw ideas I have had have ended up in the garbage bin. Only half became full songs and just one or two of them get to be produced.” Ed thought he heard Louis mutter something. “Excuse me?”

Louis shook his head. “Nah. Just—if I tried to write songs, they would all get dumped.”

Ed snickered. “You don’t know that. You should try writing someday if you get an interesting idea.”

“I’d rather listen to yours, thanks.” Louis smiled widely. “So are you going to present an award tonight?”

“No. I’ll just sit tight and sweet in the audience. My pretty Nina did a good job finding me a place in there. She—” Ed waved sideways and stopped short. He gaped and his breathing became erratic. He hadn’t expected anyone to be standing next to him, to be so close to him, like…like…

“Hi, Ed.”

Like Gavin.

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Iyana writes M/M short stories and novellas. Her works have been published by Evernight Publishing, JMS Books, Books to Go Now, Torquere Press, Bitten Press, Leap of Faith Publishing, Breathless Press, and Alfie Dog Fiction.

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has three of them. Their names are Cil, Horus, and Betsy, and one kitten. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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20 January 2015

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

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

The funny thing with these character’s, they arrived almost fully formed. I had a long dry period – writing wise so no writing was happening. During Autumn 2014 I had a desire to write a paranormal lesbian/FF story. As I started thinking about it the character’s emerged. Amari was a witch but not one who practiced the Craft whereas Raya was a shifter. Both were suspicious of each other as the two communities do not get on. Once I got that far it was a matter of head down and type until those tow fabulous words – The End!

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

Yes it is part of a series. It’s called Moon Maidens. Moon Dance is book 1 and book 2 is called Moon Bound. I am delighted to say that Evernight Publishing said YES to book 2 so that should be on its way as well.

The series will feature lesbian couples as the central characters. As I love paranormal stories, they will belong to different supernatural/paranormal communities who live in the same locality. The moon will feature somewhere along the way.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I should be writing book 3 of Moon Maidens series but I am not inspired as yet. I have a desire to do something with the WIPs I have started and put aside. There is part of me that does not like unfinished pieces so I might try and get some completed. My problem is that the EDJ (Every Day Job) really gets in the way so time is limited to write.

Hey ho…we shall prevail though!


A quick pick up and a night of sex was just what Raya was looking for. Only meeting Amari set her insides on fire and she had to have more of this Indian beauty. Witches and shifters aren’t meant to bond only Raya and Amari can’t ignore the chemistry flowing between them. 

Trouble strikes the lovers when a past trauma hits Raya and Amari’s mother could be to blame. Finally Raya has a chance to get even with the old witch, who destroyed her life. When that revenge reveals that Raya’s  past holds secrets she wasn’t aware of, it throws into question everything she believes in. Can the lovers unite to help Raya find her true self or is it all too late?


"Good morning Amari. Sorry I couldn't wait," Raya said. She pulled off her sneakers one by one, followed by her sports socks.
Amari held out her hand, inviting her across. Raya's eyes lit up and she began to walk across the shallow water. Suddenly she stopped and looked down at her feet, confusion written across her face. Raya backed away, out of the water.
"You okay?"
"Err…yeah. Why don't you come across here?" Raya suggested.
Amari did not hesitate, pulling up her dress to skip across the cool water, leaving her sandals behind. Once across, Raya grabbed her hand and pulled her into her. Both girls looked at each other. Raya’s deep green eyes shone back at Amari.
"You're beautiful…" began Raya, but she was silenced by Amari who pulled Raya's head down in a rough kiss. Instantly there was a connection, sparks of energy flew around them and Amari's body began to heat up. Lips meshed and tongues played, dancing and teasing. Their hands explored and grabbed each other's bodies to get closer, wanting no space between them.
Ray moaned into Amari's mouth. Amari pulled away.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?"
"Are you kidding me?" Raya said, pulling her back into a kissing that almost hurt with the fierce passion that was behind it. Amari's mouth sizzled against Raya's; never had she experienced something this strong straight away. She pulled at Raya's T-shirt, wanting nothing between them; skin on skin was her desire. Raya helped her out by holding her arms up and Amari pulled the T-shirt off. Underneath she wore a simple cotton bra that cradled her breasts. Amari slid  off one strap and kissed the soft skin of her neck, then shoulder. She felt Raya's hand massage the back of her head, keeping her in that position. So she likes to be kissed there. With a new lover, it was always a learning experience; what they liked and didn’t like was stored in your memory. She was enjoying learning about Raya. She pulled down one cup to reveal a perfect breast with an erect pink nipple. Raya wasted no time: she sucked it straight away and then used her teeth to bite gently. This released another moan from Raya's lips. Amari smiled, looking up at Raya.
"You like a little pain?" Amari carried on sucking Raya's breasts with gentle bites. She moved her hand down Raya’s front and edged it into her joggers and down to her panties, which to Amari's delight were a little moist. She rubbed Raya's mound, letting the tips of her fingers slide down further. Raya spread her legs a little; that meant Amari could reach further. Massaging that pussy was not enough, she wanted to taste. Amari grabbed Raya's joggers, pulled them all the way down and then knelt at her feet.
Raya's legs were long and toned, probably with all that jogging. Amari stroked them up and down, dragging her nails closer and closer to her bare pussy that glistened, inviting her to taste. Amari stepped back to look at Raya. She was amazing with flawless skin, breasts that fitted into Amari's hands and topped off with her red hair that looked like it was fire when the sun caught it.
"Lie down, Raya."
"No, I want you naked too," Raya replied.
Amari hesitated for a moment, her hands shaking, because not everyone appreciated her fuller figure.
"Go on, let me see you."
Amari took a deep breath and pulled her dress off. Raya's mouth opened and her eyes deepened in color. Amari could feel heat emanating from Raya's body; it was one of those gifts her mother said she possessed, reading people's feelings. Sometimes that was through the colors that surrounded them or the energy in the air, this time it was through the warmth of Raya's body that drifted to her and pulled her in.
"You are perfect, Amari." Raya stepped towards her and stroked her shoulder. More warmth filled Amari as she felt Raya's hands stroke her breasts, down her waist to her needy pussy.



Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!
She has teenage children who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.

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18 January 2015

Hello Melissa!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today to talk about Sunshine and Grimm! 

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

I came up with the idea of Grimm and Lacy because I was in the mood to write something humorous. I was listening to the Katy Perry song ‘Waking Up In Vegas’ and I thought it would be funny for a vampire to get so drunk he loses his memory and ends up married to a human woman who is the exact opposite of himself. The relationship between Grimm and Lacy is so zany and ridiculous. I had so much fun writing this book. It’s got violence and action, sex and humor. It’s got all the ingredients for a hilarious calamity.

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

I have a five year old son, Marshall, so finding spare time to write can be tricky. My writing time comes while my son is in pre-school. My habit is to drop him off, pull around the side of the school to the far back of the parking lot, and write on my laptop in silence. I don’t get much quiet time, so I want no distractions when I finally get a chance to write. No music, no other people, not television. It’s actually quite peaceful.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’m working on a few projects. There’s the third installment of my Lucky Bet series. It’s about an uppity (yet very sexy) chef who loses a bet and has to hire a woman to work in his restaurant who knows nothing about fine cuisine. It’s one of those love/hate dynamics. She keeps causing havoc, but he just can’t resist her. I’m also working on the fourth installment of my young adult series – The Dating Tutor. The next book will center on Sasha. There will be more focus on her soccer games, her relationship with her cousin Alec, and her rough and tough hockey thug boyfriend, Matt.

Waking up in Vegas with a hangover and a blushing bride you don’t even remember meeting is a nightmare for any man, but Alex Grimm’s situation is a bit more tricky than most. Try being a vampire with a few hundred years’ worth of secrets to keep safe who finds himself suddenly outfitted with a bubbly, blonde ex-cheerleader. 

Sunshine and Grimm follows vampire detective Alex Grimm through his struggles to track down the head of a murderous organization while playing the unfamiliar role of newlywed. He has to balance torture and mayhem with gambling and requests to see the newest tearjerker flick, things his new wife would prefer to do.

He’d simply disappear into the darkness never to be seen by her again if it wasn’t for the tricky stipulation that he’s now linked to Lacy by law. The fact that she is wearing his dead mother’s wedding band is another reason for him to stick close to her side until he can figure out the easiest way to get rid of her for good.

Lacy complicates his life like no other woman ever has. She’s energetic. She’s wild. She’s the exact opposite of him and has a very misguided impression of his personality in general. She thinks his nature is close to hers. She couldn’t be more wrong.

Alex is reserved, quiet, and brooding. He doesn’t know the first thing about keeping a woman like Lacy entertained.

She’s also making his work life hell. Between sending him to interrogate a hairstylist and tagging along to brawls involving creatures she’s not even sure she believes in, Lacy makes Alex’s job worlds harder. How can he be expected to torture evil vampires for information while his unwanted wife is bouncing around behind him with animated energy? 

Despite their differences and the fact that they drive each other insane, if the two of them can put their heads together, they just might make a good team. They’ll kick a little vampire ass or die trying. And along the way, they may just realize their feelings for one another reach beyond mere lust. For two people so set in their ways, falling in love might be just as difficult as catching a killer.


In less than ten minutes time at the Nocturnal Lady, Alex was involved in a brutal fight to the death. Upon entering the club, he had guided Lacy to the bar so he could scope out the building.

She’d ordered two vodkas, sliding one to him along the short distance of bar that separated them. “Brings back memories, huh?” She rolled her eyes with a chuckle. “Or maybe in your case, it doesn’t.” She shrugged in amusement as she swirled the contents around in her glass. “Drink up,” she said with a wink. “I doubt it can result in anything weirder than last time.”

“I sure hope not,” Alex grunted with a voice low and gravely.

They’d both downed their drinks together and slammed the empty glasses back down to the bar simultaneously. He’d felt the liquid burn its way down his throat. It was like drinking liquid sunlight. “I hate vodka,” he’d complained with a grimace.

With her face flushed from the alcohol, Lacy agreed. After that, they decided to stay away from the vodka. It made them do crazy things.

Lacy had turned to him and asked him to take her out on the dance floor.

Before he could even begin to protest, he’d been grabbed from behind and thrown with inhuman strength toward the dance floor.

That is where he was now, staring up at the ceiling of the Nocturnal Lady and wincing at the pain shooting up his spine from hitting the unforgiving tile. With a groan, he hefted himself off the ground to face his attacker. He saw Lacy’s blue eyes widen in surprise, but didn’t have time to reassure her that he was perfectly fine before a boot was kicked into his gut. He stumbled backwards onto the dance floor, but finally managed to get a good look at his attacker.

The fangs protruding from the man’s mouth were a dead giveaway that he was a vampire. His shirt was a ghastly orange and brown swirl of a mess that reminded Alex of vomit. His pants were brown corduroy with belled bottoms. “A vampire trapped in the seventies,” Alex observed dryly. “Not cool.”

Lacy, who had raced to the edge of the dance floor during his attack, giggled at this, seemingly recovered from her initial shock.

He frowned in response. He’d been spending too much time with this little vixen. When had he ever even noticed an enemy’s outfit before, let alone commented on it? He didn’t do witty banter. He fought. He killed. He went about his day. While he was distracted by these thoughts, the vampire in 70s apparel aimed a kick at his ribs.

Alex jumped to the side. He avoided the majority of the blow, the vampire’s heeled boot grazing his midsection. Lacy watched with interest as he ducked a punch aimed at his jaw. “You need help, baby?”

Alex yanked a stake from his back pocket, flipping it so the thick end rested in his palm. When the other man charged him, Alex took him by surprise by jamming the stake deep into the vampire’s chest. He watched the vampire turn to dust with grim satisfaction, then spun to Lacy. “No. I don’t need help. Like you would know what to do with a vampire.”

Lacy shrugged, unconcerned.

Alex sighed, but couldn’t stop his lip from twitching in amusement as it threatened a smile. “Thank you anyway.” He glanced around them. Seeing at least two more vampires approaching, he quickly returned his gaze to her. “I’ve gotten their attention. Things are probably about to get very violent,” he hollered to her over the still pumping music. “You should get somewhere safe.”

Lacy nodded. “I absolutely agree. Somewhere safe.”

To his amazement, she took five steps away from him and struck a sexy pose. Her foot started tapping, and then her head started bobbing. A moment later, her hips started swaying.

His jaw dropped in disbelief as she started dancing, her body gyrating to the music that pounded through the speakers that surrounded the room. “Lacy,” he chastised, “I said somewhere safe!”

She gave him a playful wink and turned her back on him. Her hands lifted above her head, her fists pumping the air in time to the beat of a song he’d never heard before.

“I cannot believe—” Alex’s complaints were cut short by a fist colliding with his nose. He grunted in pain, his hand moving to cover his bleeding face as he reeled backwards. “Damn it,” he growled. “That wasn’t fair.” A stupid comment, he knew. Criminals never played fair, and vampires were even worse than humans.

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15 January 2015

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

Thanks for hosting me!

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

My hero in Desire Disguised, Security Chief Ben Zashi, appeared in the first book of my Love Under a New Star series and in his quiet way let me know he’d like to find his true love, so I had to oblige. I decided to make things difficult for him by introducing him to a heroine who is even more private and withdrawn than he was, so he had his work cut out for him. Cara Belasco, my heroine, has good reason to keep to herself since she’s been on the run with her little brother since she was eight. When she arrives on his planet, he’s very suspicious of her cover story and initially approaches her as a law enforcement officer who needs to know if she poses a threat to the community he’s sworn to protect. As he gets to know her, a more personal interest takes hold. For her part, Cara has to learn to trust a new person which is very out of character for her. Both Cara and Ben have to really grow as people in order to overcome all the barriers between them.

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

I’m in the mood to write whenever the house is quiet! I’m a stay at home mom to a very precocious seven year old so I live with constant noise and interruption. Every peaceful moment sees me at the computer typing as fast as I can. If I have the luxury of a couple of hours to myself, I like to make a pot of tea to keep me refreshed as I write. I don’t really listen to much music or snack when I write, nor do I like to venture out to coffee shops or gathering places.

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

Bilbo Baggins, of course! I’d love to visit the Shire and stop by Bag End for tea, biscuits, and cheese and listen to all of Bilbo’s stories. I admire the way he wrote The Hobbit and the chance to get some great anecdotes about dwarves, elves, wizards, and dreadful orcs and goblins would certainly inspire a couple of fantasy books for me. Bilbo would likely be very red-faced if he read any of my steamier scenes, so I doubt I’d ask if he’d like to be a critique partner.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have another small town contemporary coming out with Liquid Silver hopefully by the end of March. It’s the story of a school bus driver and a movie star and how they meet and fall and love. I’m also working on completing a couple of sci-fi erotic romances under my other pen name, J. J. Lore and I will hopefully self-publish a title in 2015 too. I’m also working on writing a short naughty fairy tale and it’s been great fun so far. That’s all I have planned for the first quarter of the year, after that, who knows what I’ll come up with?

Desire Disguised
Love Under a New Star Book 2
By Lynn Rae
Liquid Silver Books
5 January 2015

Cara Belasco has been on the run from assassins since childhood. Living in the shadows with her younger brother and one elderly guardian, her luck nearly runs out when the smuggler’s ship carrying them crashes into a soggy jungle planet.
Ben Zashi, the stalwart head of security who rescued her from the wreckage, is very curious about her cover story, and Cara has to fend off his inquires as well as her escalating attraction for him. Will the secrets she’s been hiding come between them, or can Cara allow herself to find passion with the one man who longs to protect her?

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Cara followed at a jog, or tried to for a few paces until a broad chest appeared in her line of sight, blocking her view of the doorway. Ben Zashi. She’d forgotten about him for a few minutes, which was a first during her time on Gamaliel. He held up both hands and tilted his head, his eyebrow quirked in an inquiring fashion.
“What? Move, I need to go—”
“Actually it would be better if you waited.” He directed her to stand by his door and she did, too shocked by his interference to protest. He walked into their suite of rooms, and she heard his low voice, too indistinct to make out any words. Mat replied a few times and Ben returned, closing the door behind him.
“What are you doing? I need to get in there and—”
“No, you need to get in here unless you want everyone in the building to hear this,” Ben commanded, and a flicker of something close to fear wrapped in a thrill fluttered in her chest.
He jerked his chin at the door behind her, and she turned and entered his rooms. She’d never been inside. The layout seemed to mirror their suite, but she was too unsettled to take notice of more than a piano and a blue sofa. Whirling around as soon as she heard the door close, she found she was face to face with an unsmiling man.
“Give yourself a minute, Cara.”
She shook her head. “No, let me out of here. I need to talk with him.” She’d just found Mat, and this man was going to keep her from him. Unacceptable.
She tried to dodge around him, but he was too quick, flinging out an arm to block one side of the hall, and then the other when she tried it again. Her frustration built up in her chest, and she found it hard to take a deep breath. Ben’s dark eyes never left hers as he talked.
“Listen. You’re upset. He’s upset. Take a breather before you see him. He’s safe in there, and he’s not going anywhere tonight.”
“How do you know that? He just disappeared—”
“No, he went to a new friend’s house and thought he’d have time to get back here before you returned. The school routine is new for him, and he just forgot to check his datpad. Cara, listen, he’s just being a kid, don’t be so hard on him—”
The anger popped in her head in a burst of red light, and all the years of fear, the stress that never let up fueled her rage as she lifted her hands fully intending to shove at Ben’s broad chest with all her might. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I have to be hard on him or he’ll—we’ll die.”
Her strength failed her as soon as she touched him, and her arms gave out before she could actually push. Ben pulled her in as she fell against him. “Nobody died.”
“But we will,” Cara muttered into his chest as his arms wrapped tightly around her. She wasn’t going to be able to do this on her own. Two men had already died protecting them, and Soren was nearly dead. That left her, a naïve woman with no experience or skills.
“Not on my watch.”
“I can’t do this.” Cara shivered into the comfortable warmth of Ben and tried to talk herself into some courage. She had to do it, there was no one else. But she’d already lost Mat once in the few days she’d been responsible.
Something moving against her hair distracted her. Ben’s grip on her loosened, and with an unexpected ache, she realized he was going to let her go. She didn’t want that, not yet, so she slid her hands around his arms and held on. He said something low she couldn’t make out, and he touched her hair again. The soft and mysterious strokes were mesmerizing. She could hear his heart beating and the steady thump made her feel sleepy, a strange reaction after so much heightened emotion.
Ben moved one of his hands to her cheek and tilted her head to peer at her. She stared into his eyes and wanted to fall into unconsciousness, to just let all of it go for the rest of the day. A respite from her tattered life was all she wanted.
Ben frowned, looked at her mouth, and said, “Blast it.” Then, he kissed her.

Author Bio:
Lynn Rae makes her home in land-locked central Ohio after time spent in the former Great Black Swamp, beside the Ohio River, and along the Miami and Erie Canal.  With professional experience in fields ranging from contract archaeology to librarianship along with making donuts and teaching museum studies, Lynn enjoys incorporating her quirky sense of humor and real-life adventures into her writing (except the naughty bits).  She writes sci-fi, contemporary, and historical romances. You can find her posting frequently on Facebook at or at her webpage

13 January 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 
Thank you for inviting me!

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

I have two boys, 5 & 7, and a daytime job, so my writing time is anywhere between 4am and when the kids wake up! I don’t use an alarm, the storyline does that for me. I love that time of day though, the silence is more complete.

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

Yes, this is the first novel of the Desperate series. I am working on the second book in the series, Desperate; The price of freedom at the moment. It is Tristan (Eric’s brother) and Grace’s story.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

In addition to the Desperate series, I have just finished the draft copy of the first in a new series, Sage. It’s also a romantic suspense, but this one has a touch of the paranormal woven in. I thoroughly enjoyed writing Sage, and can’t wait to see what my readers think. Although the writing style is slightly different (it’s written in the third person), it still has a strong suspense element, as well as the hot and steamy romance that I can’t resist including.


How do you start over while your past still stalks you?

Meticulous planning gets Ivy half way across the world, with a new identity. But Blake is no ordinary ex-husband, he is a corrupt private investigator with links to London’s underworld.

Eric Prescott, a handsome and successful property developer knows Ivy is hiding something, and from someone. At first Eric only wants to help, but soon finds himself falling for this beautiful woman with the haunting eyes. In one night of explosive passion, Ivy finally gives in. And discovers love, the way it’s meant to be.

Ivy finally dares to believe she is free, but soon faces losing all that she has come to love the day her ex-husband is released from jail. She knows it is only a matter of time before he will return to serve the full force of his deadly vengeance.
Be Warned: bondage

At precisely seven o’clock, the intercom sounds, and I press the button allowing access to the inner building. I cross the room to unlock the latches on the front door, leaving it slightly ajar.

Dashing back into my bedroom, I grab my clutch, phone and lip gloss. Quickly, I apply a light spray of my favorite perfume. When I return to the lounge, the front door is closed but the room is empty.

The picture on the wall is now hanging straight.

My heart gallops irregularly in my chest as I realize I didn’t check that it was Eric before I pressed the button.

Could Blake be here?

Breathe. In … out … in … out. I order myself to calm. The horror of my marriage with Blake returns in a single, sickening rush. What will he do when he finds me?

“Hello?” I call out, but my voice is raspy, barely a whisper.

I desperately hope for Eric’s easygoing greeting to ring out, but there is nothing but silence. My blood runs cold, and I can’t breathe.

My mobile slips from my shaking fingers. The thud as it hits the floor startles me out of shock, and I bend down to retrieve my phone. My lifeline.

Gripping my bag tightly, I estimate there are ten steps to the door. Silently I take the first few steps. On my fifth step, a shadow moves to my left, and I bolt the last distance and fling the door open with enough force that it bounces off the wall. I run to the elevator instead of the stairs, hoping it will be faster.

I jab frantically at the button. The screen indicates it has just left the ground floor.


It’s not going to arrive in time. I bounce up and down on the spot. Do I have time to take the stairs?

I’ll have to run past my front door to get there. Can I even run down the stairs in these shoes? I won’t have time to take them off; they have tiny buckles. Irrational thoughts flood through my mind, and I imagine myself stumbling and falling down the stairwell,only to land in a crumpled heap at the bottom.

Hurry up, damn it. The elevator has reached the second floor. There are six more to go.

Perhaps I should take the stairs?

“Ivy.” The voice permeates the fog of panic in my mind. It doesn’t sound like a sword being drawn out of a scabbard, sending cold shivers down my spine. It sounds soothing, like a cup of warm chocolate. The voice is calling for Ivy, not Sarah.

My mind blanks, and slowly, I turn towards the voice. The elevator rings, signaling its arrival. I can escape now. I look at Eric’s concerned face and realize there is no need to run. He puts a bottle of wine and a glass down on the ground just inside my apartment door and stands in front of me, grasping my shoulders.

“Ivy, are you okay? What is it?”

I realize how I must appear, like a wild animal that has just been through the throes of a chase from a predator. Eric pulls me to him in a powerful crush.

“Jesus, you are shaking like a leaf.” He runs a hand up and down my back, and I can hear his heartbeat, strong, calm, and reassuring through his chest.

Relief that Eric is here and not Blake, hits me with a powerful rush. Pulling away, I try to stand, but my knees wobble then buckle beneath me. When I hit the cold floor, I start to cry from the reminder that this is still far from over.

I still live with extreme fear that Blake will find me. And of what will happen when he does.

Strong arms lift me and through my sobs, and I hear the door shut. Finally, I begin to quiet enough to hear his soft, soothing words murmuring against my hair.

As my strength begins to return, I wriggle out of his arms. “Did you straighten that picture?” I demand.

Eric shrugs. “It was crooked.”

“Well, don’t … just don’t touch my things, all right?”

“Okay.” His face falls, and I immediately feel bad. He can’t possibly know that every day for years I lived with Blake’s obsessive compulsion to have things absolutely straight, and ordered the way he wanted it, right down to the cutlery in the drawer and the type of food we kept in the fridge.

I glance uneasily over to the vertical strip on the kitchen blind, and a shiver rolls down my spine. I still think I would have noticed it at some point before tonight. I have been living here for months now.

I can’t shake an instinctual feeling that he has been here, and it’s what caused my apparent overreaction tonight. No matter how hard I try I can’t dislodge the thick and heavy sense of foreboding that has settled over me.

“Can you tell me what put that look of terror on your face and caused you to run for your life just now?”

My eyes take in the bottle of wine and empty glass on the floor. I realize Eric probably went straight to the kitchen when he arrived, casually straightening the picture on his way past. I cringe at how I must appear to him.

“You thought it was him. You thought he found you.” It wasn’t a question, but I nod anyway, not trusting myself to speak past the constriction in my throat.

“And the picture, straightening it is something he would do.”

Once again, I nod yes, and tears roll silently and unchecked down my cheeks.

“Oh Eric, I am so sorry.” A huge sob escapes, resounding loudly in the small room. I look away as embarrassment heats my cheeks.

“Sweet Jesus, what has that bastard done to you?”


Siren Bookstrand:


Athena Daniels is the pseudonym of a wife, mother and business partner who takes any opportunity she can get to disappear into the world of fantasy.  When not reading she writes romantic suspense.  Hot, steamy romance where complicated and damaged characters are thrown together in suspenseful drama. 
One day, she hopes to fulfil her dream to write full time.  In the meantime, she hopes you enjoy her debut novel, Desperate.  If you follow the scent of coffee and chocolate, you will find her busy working on the sequel. Desperate: The Price of Freedom. 
The first novel of a new series, Sagewill be coming in 2015.  It’s a steamy romantic suspense with a paranormal twist.

11 January 2015
Massey, TX 7
Rebuilding her life was never in Elizabeth Davidson’s plans, but things rarely go according to plan. At least she had Massey, TX to call home when she needed a place to tuck herself away from one mistake after another. What she hadn’t planned on was becoming embroiled in the middle of a multi-agency case. Or becoming one of the victims.

Frank Carver, Jr. loves Massey, TX. It’s the place of his birth, and will always be the place he considers home. Because of the nature of his job, and the people he’s come across during the years, he’s always been careful to never lead that danger back home. But when danger finds its way into the very heart of his town, he has no other choice but to return. Especially when Elizabeth, the only woman he could ever love ends up with a target on her back.


“I’m sure that there is a woman out there that would take you, that wants you.” She did. God help Eli, but she wanted him desperately. She wanted him to be in her life, she wanted to have him, but was too afraid to tell him. “One day, she’s going to walk into your life and you will put the job behind you and stay around. I just know it.”

His gaze clashed with hers, and held. For long moments, it felt like he was peeling away the layers, seeing farther than anyone ever should. “Oh, of that I’m quite sure,” he said. “But she’ll have to wait a little longer. I have one, maybe two more very important things I need to attend to before she’ll have my full attention. If she’s even ready for it, of course.”

Eli felt her heart fall, but she nodded, plastered on a fake smile, and pulled her hand back from him. So he already knew who it was that he wanted. Of course he did. He was an amazing man and would of course already know who he wanted to be with. “I’m sure that she would be ready. She will wait for you. You are worth it, Frank.” She would wait forever for him, and that was just plain sad. Right, so since he knew who he wanted, that meant she really did need to get on with her life. “Finish eating,” she said simply, and picked up her chicken leg.

He didn’t look away, though, his gaze steady on her long enough to start to unnerve her. Then, shockingly, his lips curled into the smallest of grins. “She doesn’t even have the faintest clue, but she will,” he said. “Eventually, she’ll clue into the fact that I know exactly how she feels and will get with the program, I’m sure.” He finally looked away from her, and returned his attention to his plate.

Whoever it was, well, she was a very lucky woman indeed. She turned her focus back to her food and took her time eating. She had to admit, the food really was very good. It was better than she had anticipated, so that was good at least.

“You’re awfully quiet,” he said a time later. His plate was cleaned of everything but the chicken bones. “Something on your mind, Eli?” Frank was leaning back in his seat, his legs stretched out under the table, his entire posture extremely relaxed.

“Just trying to think of who this woman is that you have a thing for,” she blurted out, blushing as she realized that she really had said that aloud. “So, apple pie. You want some and ice cream? I have plain vanilla to go with the pie. Works better that way, I think.”

One of his eyebrows went up, and if she wasn’t completely mistaken, he appeared to be fighting a grin. “Never liked ice cream on my pie, dilutes the flavors, to my way of thinking. So I’ll just have a piece straight up, if you don’t mind. Any thoughts on who this mystery woman might be?”

“Not the first clue,” she admitted, and stood. “Will you clear the plates? I will get the pie if you will do that, please.” She would box up the leftovers and ensure that Frank was able to take that out to the guys. “So just plain apple pie, I can do that.”

His heat was the first thing she felt along her spine. He put his hands on the counter on either side of her, effectively trapping her. “Think on it for a while, Eli. I’m sure you can figure it out. You’re a wonderfully brilliant woman, after all. I’ll even give you a clue if you think it will help.”

“I think I might need it.” She turned so she could look up at him. She had no idea who it was that he might have a thing for. Her hand braced on Frank’s chest and she bit her lower lip. “Tell me?” She wanted to know who it was that he was talking about. She wanted to be able to hate that woman.

“All right,” he said. Tipping his head slightly, he appeared to think for a moment. “She’s amazing, fierce in her own way, and pretty much thinks she’s the last person on the planet who would garner attention from me. And as a bonus clue…” He looked her dead in the eye again. “She’s the only person who I’d climb over my family to get to.” Tapping the end of her nose, he turned and went to the table to begin gathering up the dishes and food.

She just looked at him. She couldn’t stop staring. She was missing something and felt incredibly stupid at that moment. “Me?” She gasped finally, realizing exactly who he was talking about. “Frank.” She moved and reached out to grab his arm. “Are you talking about me?”

07 January 2015

Hells Vipers MC: You Belong To Me
by Ices Sheer

 BUY HERE FROM  Amazon  

With the market being flooded with motorcycle club romances, it’s hard to find one voice that stands out.  I was sent a copy of You Belong To Me for an honest opinion for my blog and I must say, I have a new author to look out for!   

Ices Sheer, or Jordan Abbott, has written a very entertaining book.  It had action, sex, a plot…It was well written, fast paced, and I really liked Nuke and Jasmine as a couple.  The fact that she is black and he’s white was a nice touch to the MC 1% world.   

There were only two things that I struggled with, one being the beginning.  I, at first, was confused who the book was about because we get this incredible amount of backstory for another couple, Cindy and Kevin.  And when Jasmine was introduced, it felt as if she was almost an afterthought. 

The second thing I thought could’ve used expanding was the progression of Nuke finding out that Jasmine liked kink.  The first time they’re together she has all these misgivings about herself, her body, and the fact that he’s a biker, then a few weeks go by, and BAM! Nuke tells his friends she like figging.  I would’ve LOVED to read that scene.

However, these two incidence in no way distracts from how much I enjoyed this book, because as soon as Nuke and Jasmine begin to get it on, the story takes off like a bullet.  There’s a rat in the HVMC and that rat is putting people in danger.  The way the tension increases made this a page turner for me and I had to read it all in one sitting.  I believe this is supposed to be the beginning of a series, and the way it abruptly ends (while VERY satisfying) does leave it open for another book to sneak in.  Maybe Kevin’s story????  (hint hint)

 I love crazy characters and Nuke definitely fits that bill.  He's awesome, and different for an alpha type hero.  Be warned: there's some hard core punishment in this book that might make feminists slap their e-reader down in anger.

While I don’t like giving reviews because I’m always afraid of what to say if I DON'T like the book, I’m happy to say that wasn’t the case for You Belong To Me.  I really, really liked this book and hope that more comes from the Hell’s Viper vault.

 The Hells Vipers have a rat. Someone is giving out personal information to a rival club, and the rivalry has now turned deadly. Not only are club members being targeted; their families are in the cross-hairs as well.

Nuke, the Road Captain for the Hells Vipers, has a reputation for being a little crazy and a force to be reckoned with. At 6'3" he's a blonde, tatooed, muscular fighting machine that does what he wants when he wants, and he only wants two things: to find the snitch and possess Jasmine's heart, body and soul.

Jasmine Simmons is a nurse who gets caught up in the chaotic world of the Hells Vipers after doing a friend a favor. She's never met anyone like Nuke before, and she starts to find him irresistible.

She soon realizes, however, that she might be in way over her head when the threats against the club take aim at her.

Jordan Abbot is an author of many talents. She has written paranormal romances, fantasy erotica under several different pen names. Along with several other short stories which she posted online.

Hells Vipers; You Belong to Me is the first in a series of gritty MC Romance novels.

She loves to write about bad boys and motorcycles. You will not find a billionaire in her novels but you will find the loveable bad boy that will probably steal the billionaires’ money and take his woman.

In the rare times that she isn’t writing from her home in Indiana. She likes listening to classic rock, watching movies and British Television.

05 January 2015

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

Thanks for having me on!

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
Brainstorming with a close friend of mine who is also a writer; listening to music; finding a quiet place to reflect.

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

Breeding Seth is the second book in my “The Agency” series. Originally this series was supposed to be a bunch of different stories following different peoples’ dealings with paranormal and supernatural activities. But that seems to have changed with the writing of this story. I don’t want to give too much away here, but if you read the book, you’ll see the angle the series will be taking. ;)

Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I am currently in edits on my second story, Charmed, in my series, “The Glorious Guild of Lady Windsurfer” so that book should be out sometime in January or the beginning of February. I’m also working on the third book in that series. Then there’s the beginning of the third story for “The Agency” series that I’ve started. In addition, I have a new series underway that’s following the empire of a motorcycle club. Lots of great stuff is coming up soon!


Publisher: Evernight Publishing ( Twitter ID: @evernightpub )
Genre: Romance on the Go, Science Fiction, Contemporary, Gay, Erotic, May/December
Heat Level: 3
Word Count: 11,000

Blurb for Breeding Seth

Evan Zenas and Seth Trivos had a tumultuous start to their relationship which has finally mellowed out. But now, something is wrong with Seth. Concerned for his health, Evan convinces his boyfriend, Seth, to see the doctor, and the prognosis is alarming.
    Seth is pregnant.
    The mystery is how.
    Not only is their relationship at stake due to the life altering news so is Seth's life.
Be warned: m/m sex, anal sex, male pregnancy

Adult Excerpt for Breeding Seth

He removed Evan’s cock from the confines of the clothes and then rubbed their dicks together.
Evan leaned his forehead on his. “God, Seth, I love how that feels.”
“I do too, but what I’d really like is to feel your hot, moist mouth wrap around my cock.”
Reaching out, Evan grabbed the top of Seth’s shorts, sweeping his fingers between the material and his skin. A devilish grin graced Evan’s face as he yanked and pulled down Seth’s shorts.
Not only did Evan rouse his libido in all sorts of sexy ways by just being him, Seth felt free, as light as the few fluffy white clouds in the sky. He stepped out of the clothing at his feet, delighting in the way Evan’s gaze roamed over his body.
As if knowing it was being viewed, Seth’s cock bobbed. Evan pushed his legs apart, knelt down on the red sand and situated himself in front of Seth. Lightly grasping Seth’s penis, Evan bent forward and kissed it, then licked under its rim, circling the hard length a few times. Blissful tingles raced along Seth’s cock then swept out along all his nerves. He sucked in a stream of air. “Zen, quit being a tease and suck it already.”
“You got it.” Evan slid Seth’s cock into his mouth and drew on it.
Seth clasped the back of Evan’s bald head and held him in place. As Evan sucked on him, he tilted his head back and gazed up at the radiant blue sky. A breeze blew through the canyon, whipping around them and the rocks. The air had a bit of chill to it, but the warmth of the sun and the heat of Evan’s mouth suckling on his cock immediately counteracted the nip he’d felt.
So far, the tryst was living up to his fantasy. The sun toasting his skin. The air teasing his body. Completely naked in public with the chance of getting caught. And all with the man he’d had a crush on in his youth, the man of his dreams.
Evan slurped off his dick and licked the length of his cock, rimming the lip of its head. Seth looked down at him.
“I love how you give head, Zen.”
“I love how you taste.” Evan winked and went back to engulfing Seth’s cock.
Taking in a deep breath, Seth bent his head back again. His gaze fell upon a pair of eyes staring down at them from atop another wall of rocks.

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Author Bio
Jacey Holbrand believes love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share those kinds of stories with readers.
Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world.
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31 December 2014

Happy New Year from Evernight!

Now that the Christmas cookies are gone, gifts unwrapped, and your holiday visitors have left, you’ve earned some well-deserved TLC. Evernight authors not only have the cure for your holiday hangover, they have fantastic new books for your 2015 reading list, too!

Be sure to visit every stop on the hop and answer each question. The more you blogs you hop, the more chances to win the GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini sponsored by Evernight Publishing (one entry per blog). Plus, hop each blog for a host of other fabulous prizes.

So sink into your favorite chair and enjoy your holiday hangover!
Once upon a time I used to go out and party on New Year’s Eve.  Back when Pluto was still a planet.  This year I plan to toast 2015 with a shot of whiskey from the comfort of my couch as I watch people freeze their yahoo’s off in Times Square.  I’ve heard it’s something to be experienced…no doubt.  But I like staying warm.

No hangover for me.  I have a little boy so I’ve no time to wallow in post party bliss.  Or should I say headache from hell?

2014 was a great year for me because I switched publishers.  Evernight has been an amazing place for my work to flourish.  I’ve grown as a writer and have made some wonderful friends.  I have to give a lot of thanks to C.R. Moss for giving me a lot of coffee and talk time!  I was able to meet Sandra Bunino at Hot Mojave Knights this year in Las Vegas, along with some other fabulous Evernight Authors.

I’ve a few new works in the making for Evernight.  First up, I’m writing a new motorcycle club series, titled The Overlords…and what makes this slightly different is that it’s set in a future dystopian world.  I’m paying homage to Mad Max, albeit a more erotic and romantic one.  I’m also writing a time travel story in which the heroine, Henrietta, comes from 1794 to our time.  Plus, at some point, I will finish a BBW story that’s very personal for me, about a woman dealing with endometriosis.     

To stay up to date on my new releases, please friend me on Facebook, Tsu, or follow me on Twitter!  I wish everyone a safe and wonderful New Year!  


Enter for a chance to win Evernight’s GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini and my blog prize by answering this question (be sure to include your email address to be eligible to win).

Along with being included with Evernights grand prize, I will pick one winner for a Starbucks Gift Card and an E-book of any of my Evernight Titles (winners choice) :

 A whole year has passed since the last one. You’re a year older. Are you a year wiser?

Your Holiday Hangover continues here:

25 December 2014

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

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

            I was mowing the lawn! It was a hot and humid day, and then my neighbor came home on his Harley, and suddenly the story was there in my head! I liked the idea of my hero being a bit unconventional. While a good guy at the core, he’s a biker and a bit rough around the edges.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

I’ve noticed that in most of my heroes there is some part of my husband, be it mannerisms or other little quirks. In one story my hero is total freak about a specific car, which is all my husband. There’s a bit of myself in Sarah, and a big part of the start of the relationship between my husband and I in Sarah and Jason’s. I too fell in love with my best friend after leaving an abusive ex. My husband is very much responsible for the sense of self-worth and self-esteem that I now have today. He put me back together emotionally, just as Jason did for Sarah.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

            I have a paranormal series of full-length novels that I’m working on, a fantasy of undetermined size that I currently view as my Dark Tower (by Stephen King) – I don’t think it will ever be done, but I keep plugging away at it in bits and pieces here and there, and the story currently screaming the loudest in my head is a contemporary ménage, likely novella length, that I hope to finish soon.


She fell in love—in self-defense…
            The last thing that Sarah wants in her life is a relationship. Her track record was horrendous, and the last guy she’d dated had beaten her mentally and physically, landing her in the hospital. Almost a year later she’s back on her feet, thanks in no small part to her best friend Jason. Trouble is, lately she wants more than a friendship with Jason, and it scares the hell out of her. And then he kisses her…
His offense may hit a brick wall…
Jason has been in love with Sarah for longer than he’ll willingly admit to. Since bringing her home from the hospital, she’s grown into a strong, secure, confident woman. After seeing how perfect his best friend really is, he can’t get her off his mind. He’s convinced her feelings match his, and decides to go for it, only to scare her away.

Can best friends become something more? Or will she stay hidden behind her defensive wall?


“Why are you carrying me fifty feet?” Sarah asked.
“Because I can. Because I’d be a jerk to make you stumble around on those shoes when you could fall and get hurt. But mostly because it’s my fault they’re broken in the first place.”
“Jason, I’m the one who gave Alex a roundhouse kick to the head in these things.”
“And you have no idea how proud I am of you for that. Doesn’t change the fact that I wasn’t there to protect you when he showed up, and I should have been.”
She sighed, settling her head on his shoulder. “It’s okay,” she whispered. If he could beat the shit out of himself, he would. It had been eating away at him from the moment she’d thrown herself at him and wouldn’t let go.
He wanted to kick the ass of every one of their friends, too. Most of them didn’t know who Alex was. But that knowledge didn’t stop him from wanting to knock their heads off for letting Sarah fight him. Hell, it was a good thing for Alex that Jason had been in the bathroom when it all went down. Otherwise, the police would have pulled him off Alex’s bloody, beaten corpse. He owed that asshole. Not just for the beating that had landed Sarah in the hospital, but also for the months it took to put her back together, physically and emotionally.
“What’s the code for the alarm, Sarah?” He’d never asked her what it was after showing her how to change it. He wanted her to feel completely safe from everyone when she was in the house, including him.
“Sarah?” He tilted his head back to look down at her. In the dark, he couldn’t see her blush, but assumed she had when she turned and buried her face into his chest before mumbling a reply. “I didn’t hear you, baby. Tell me again.”
She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. “I said, it’s your birthday.”
Christ, could he feel more like a dick? If he needed another clue about her feelings, he was a moron. It was a bit ironic, though.
“Wanna know a secret? My alarm is set to yourbirthday. Kinda funny, huh?” He set her down to dig her keys out of his pocket. “You gonna let all the cold air out, or are you coming inside?” She stood where he’d left her on the porch. Shaking herself, she followed him into the house and he reset the alarm for occupancy, locking the door behind them. “You go ahead and shower. I’ll make popcorn, grab us some beers, and see what I can find to watch.”
“Sure. Can you help me with the boots? My hands still feel all shaky.”
“Yeah, of course. Here.” He fell to the floor in front of her, sitting on his heels and dying a little more inside. This was so not how he’d pictured the night going just a couple of hours ago. He wanted to be peeling these off because she wanted him to, not because she needed him to.
She rested her hands on his shoulders and placed one foot on his thigh. He ran his hands along the supple leather, up and over her calf. He swallowed hard, tamping down his baser emotions. She didn’t need that kind of bullshit from him right now.
Slowly, he pulled the zipper down and slid the boot from her. Lips parted slightly, her breathing grew shallow and rapid. Unable to stop himself, he massaged her foot for a moment before he gently lowered it to the floor. Eyes locked, he pulled her other leg forward and repeated the procedure. Her lids fluttered, a soft moan escaping her when he gently worked his hands up her legs, kneading both calves at the same time.
“Jason…” she whispered, her hands sliding to the back of his neck.
He rose to his knees, conscience be damned. There was no denying the hunger in her eyes, or the tension filling the room. She leaned into him, his hands continuing to massage their way up the backs of her legs until they held her ass firmly. Both breathing hard, they froze, a hair’s breadth separating their lips, hesitating to cross the final line that would end their friendship and start something new. 


The story opens to Sarah mowing the lawn on a hot, humid day. And that’s exactly what I was doing when the idea first took root in my brain. My neighbor across the street arrived home on his Harley, and BAM! The whole opening scene was there in my head. I couldn’t type fast enough. There is a large part of my relationship in this story. Jason has some of my husband’s mentality, mostly in how he treats Sarah. I often tell my husband that I don’t deserve him, he is way better to me than I am to him! As for Sarah, I too fell in love with my best friend after leaving an abusive relationship. Thankfully, mine never reached the level of physical abuse, but the signs were all there, and it was only a matter of time. As in the story though, I was quite afraid of my feelings for my husband, because of how close our friendship was and I was terrified to ruin it.


As a child, Loralynne was always the student getting in trouble for talking in class and at home for making things up. Combining her ability to go on and on and her flair for storytelling, she naturally grew up to be a writer. Originally planning to write fantasy, her muse had other plans. Once she opened herself up to the whims of her muse, she couldn’t type her first sex scene fast enough and now writes romance. Loralynne lives in Upstate New York with her husband, cats, and growing family. You can friend her on facebook or follow her on twitter under LL_Summers


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21 December 2014

Another year is on our doorstep.  Out goes 2014 and in comes the promise of something new, something better.  New Year’s Eve builds our hope that the coming year will be different.  That we’ll be different.  Some will vow to finally lose weight.  Some will vow to quit smoking, work harder, be a better person or spend more time with the kids.  Resolutions are a tradition and yet breaking them is also a tradition.  Some of us even make bets on when they’ll be broken.

2014 was a great year for me on many levels, personal and professional.  My family and I moved into our house, I made some great new friends.  I exceeded my writing aspect and I feel I’ve become a better story teller. 

 I have decided against making a New Year Resolution.  Yes, I could vow to lose the extra 30 pounds I’ve been holding onto since my son was born.  But I already know I have to eat right and start exercising.  No, what inspires me now is, of course, my writing.  I have an amazing Motorcycle Club series coming out in 2015 through Totally Bound.  It’s Sons of Anarchy meets Longmire, and the first book is Along Came Merrie (available Jan. 2nd!)  I have so many ideas and plans for what I want to write and I’m only limited by how fast I can or cannot type. 

Happy New Year, the birth of 2015.  I raise my glass and toast to the promise of a new beginning.  Happy writing.  Happy reading.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amy is one strong, feisty heroine!

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

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

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14 December 2014

Hello Elodie!  Thank you for visiting Written Butterfly! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

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

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

About the book, A Fairy Tale Romance

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

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

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Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
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11 December 2014

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

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

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

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

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


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

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10 December 2014

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

Thanks so much for letting me visit today!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s quite a journey in every book.

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

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


I’m the beast, haven’t you heard….

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

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

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


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

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

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A failed relationship and long hours at her flourishing practice have Dr. Brooke Allaire running on empty. When Brooke accepts a girlfriend’s gift of some holiday pampering at New York City’s posh Satin Rose Experience, she assumes she’s in for a weekend of facials and massages. Brooke soon realizes there’s more to SRE than meets the eye.
Ty Venice is a team player. He’s used to sharing submissives with fellow Dom Jackson Reid. However, if there was ever a game changer, Dr. Brooke Allaire was it. That is, until he gets a glimpse at her ultimate fantasy, to be possessed by two men at once.
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Sandra Bunino is a romance author of several novellas including The Satin Rose Experience series. Her first full-length novel, Colors of Us from the McAvery Brothers series, released in August. She makes her parents proud by putting her MBA degree to good use dreaming up heroes who resemble David Gandy whenever possible. When not staying up past her bedtime torturing her oh-so-sexy heroes, she can be found shopping for shoes or saving turtles.
As a social media junkie in need of a ten-step program, you can also follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and her new addiction, Pinterest. Sandra loves to read and chat with other readers, so she formed the Bunino’s Bookalicious Babes group on Facebook where they currently share their love of Jamie Fraser from Outlanders…and David Gandy, of course.
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08 December 2014

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

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

Thanks so much for having me!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Q) What are your upcoming projects?

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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05 December 2014
December 5th thru 8th, 2014

SONS OF ANARCHY lanyard Give-a-Way!

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

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


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

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

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

And he wants her silent. 

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Coming to print soon.

Nothing is as it seems….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

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


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


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

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About Jessica:

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

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

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

Twitter: @JessicaJayne13

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

Here are my books that are nominated:

Best in Category: Anthologies

 My story is "Suddenly"...

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

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

 Best in Category: Erotic

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

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

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

 Best in Category: Menage

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

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

 Best Book in the Planet Alpha Series

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

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

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

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26 November 2014

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excerpt (Adult)

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Raritan Manor Ranch, 2

There is magic on the ranch...

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

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

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

C.R. Moss Bio

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

C.R. Moss Social Media Links
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23 November 2014

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Nikka Michaels and Eileen Griffin

Genre: M/M, BDSM

Length: 22,000 Words

Series: Cooper Mountain

Release Date: November 14, 2014

Publisher: Evernight Publishing


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

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

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

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



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


Nikka Michaels lives in the rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking up romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs with heat. A voracious reader, novice knitter and music lover she’s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She loves to read and write M/M romance but believes everyone deserves a love story. She currently has several releases out including, Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Eileen Griffin, Christmas with Caden, a M/F romance novella from Cobblestone Press, “Waking up Wolf”, a M/M shifter romance in Evernight Publishing’s Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Editionanthology, and the MM series which includes, Mile High Service, Room Service and Lip Service from Cobblestone Press’ Blue line. She also has a short story, “His Assistant” in Evernight Publishing’s best-selling Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition anthology.



21 November 2014

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

Hello, Mateen and welcome to Earth.

Thank you. I’m pleased to be here.

What do you think of our planet so far?

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

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

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

You mentioned bondmate. What is that?

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

Sounds like a strong friendship.

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

So there’s room for one more?

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

Sounds exciting. What’s your type?

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

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

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

Ahh…I see. What about what she wants?

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

Yes, but do you do windows?

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

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

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

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

Luck is not a factor.


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

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

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



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