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30 August 2015


Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my newest release, Claimed by her Bears.

Based loosely on Goldilocks and the three bears, which happens to be one of my favourite Fairytales, and originally published as Goldie and her Bears, this story is really quite special to me. It started my love affair with bear shifters, and it was my first ménage.

I wrote the original version in a mad typing frenzy over one weekend, when those bears just wouldn’t let me rest, and you know, every bear shifter I have written since, has been the same. There is something about bears. They tend to be my raunchiest, most demanding heroes, and these three, are something else entirely. If you’ve read the original story, you know these bears are very, very naughty, but you know, they are even naughtier in this version. I’ve learnt a lot about writing sex since those early days, and delving into everyone’s point of view in this new and extended version has added another level of hotness. An extra 30K of hotness to be precise.

*winks*

I had great fun writing these bears, so get ready for some yummy bear shifting kinky shenanigans. J





Blurb:

Take one very human girl. Add three bear shifters and one BDSM club. Shake well…

When Goldie Lockwood tumbles into the arms of the new CEO, she falls head over heels in lust with the enigmatic Dom. Interested in the lifestyle she might be, but Jason Stanhope seems way out of her league.

Jason’s bear wants nothing more than to bend Goldie over his desk and claim her right there, but that wouldn’t be appropriate. This bear shifter comes as a package deal—three for the prize of one. As the oldest of triplets, his mate will also have to submit to his brother and sister.

While Goldie responds beautifully to his training, will a weekend at the club be one step too far, or can she be the sweet sub the siblings need?

Revealing their bears might very well make Goldilocks live up to her name.


Excerpt:

He had originally planned to spank her insolent ass, and then fuck her over his desk, but when she hadn’t appeared, his mood had darkened. For one soul wrenchingly disappointing second he’d thought she’d run out on him, and then his bear had picked up the scent of aroused woman. He’d tracked her down to the ladies’, and just when he thought he’d have to break the door in, she had appeared, and a new plan had taken hold.

Her untutored responses to him had made the Dom in him roar, and his bear had positively strutted at them. Fucking her now was out of the question. His volatile animal was too close to the surface, and he would not be able to resist biting her. No, it was far safer for everyone involved to consummate their relationship at the safety of the club, where his bear would be easier to control in the company of Jacob and Cat.

Besides, they had to establish the ground rules, and his little Goldilocks had some homework to do, starting right now.

He spread his legs and raised an eyebrow at her when she just stood there, staring at him open mouthed.

“I’m waiting, girl. If you can’t follow a simple instruction then this ain't gonna work out between us.”

She gasped at that, and grinning he reached out and shut her mouth with his index finger under her chin. A shudder went through her when he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her kiss swollen lips, and she pouted when he withdrew again.

“Can’t you just spank me or something, and get that punishment over with, please, Sir?”

Jason threw his head back and laughed, and her pout deepened, but when he shook his head, she gave an exaggerated sigh, and slowly inched the hemline of her skirt up.

It was his turn to groan when her pretty pink pussy lips came into view. Delightfully bare, they glistened in her dew, and his bear huffed his need for a taste of the nectar between her legs.

Jason had to clear his throat to get his voice to work, and the little minx grinned at him.
“Spread your legs, girl. Give your Sir a good view.”

With a groan to match his, Goldie complied, and Jason had to rub his aching shaft through his trousers to gain some relief, as her outer lips opened to reveal the bounty therein. Her inner lips darkened in color the longer he stared at them, as the blood rushed to that area. Her engorged clit stood proudly out its hood, almost daring him to devour it with his teeth, and her pussy hole clenched and released, causing more of her juices to trickle out of it and down the inside of her thighs.

“Now, that is a pretty sight, my girl. I bet you want to come pretty badly right now, don’t you.”

“Ye-es.”

He smirked at her strangled answer, and taking his phone out of his pocket got to his knees to take some candid close up shots of his girl’s cunt. Both Jacob and Cat would sure appreciate those, not to mention he would, while he imagined himself balls deep inside that pretty flesh.

“What are you doing, Sir?” Her voice wobbled, but she didn’t close her legs either, and pride surged in him. Maybe this would work out after all. Not claiming her as his was already too painful to contemplate. All three of them would just have to work really hard to make her fall in love with them so that the small matter of them shifting into grizzlies wouldn’t freak her out too much.

He had a sudden vision of her running away screaming from the club when she found out about them like her namesake in the popular fairytale. He shook his head to free it of those disturbing thoughts, and getting back to his feet showed her the last picture he’d just taken.

“Just taking a picture of what’s mine, girl.”

Goldie glanced at the screen briefly and blushed crimson.

“No need to be ashamed, Goldilocks. You have the prettiest little cunt I've ever seen, and I can't wait to claim it.”

The hopeful look she threw his way made him laugh, and he shook his head.

“Not today though.” He pulled the hemline of her pencil skirt down and tapped her nose.

“You can close your legs now, but remember what I said. No making yourself come, and no panties. I’ll be checking to make sure you follow that rule, and if you don’t…” He grinned at her sharp intake of breath when he swatted her ass twice.

“You won't be able to sit that pretty behind of yours down for a week, got it?”

 “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, and he brushed his lips over hers, drinking in the scent of his woman.
“You have some homework to do first, and when I think you’re ready, we’ll be taking that step at the club.”

Her eyes widened anew at that proclamation.

“The club?” she asked. “Not the one all the staff is dying to find out about?”

Jason tapped her nose again and stepping away, pulled out the list of websites he’d printed off for her earlier out his trouser pocket.

“The very same, baby, only, you’re looking at the new owner. Well one of them. My sister and brother own a third each.”

“There’s more of you?” Her voice rose in her astonishment, and he knew now was the perfect time to test the waters.

“Yes, we’re triplets, and…” He let his words trail off waiting for her reaction, and she didn’t disappoint.

“Triplets? I guess that makes you really close, right?” she asked, and when he just shrugged his shoulders, she wrapped her arms around herself.

“Is there a reason you’re telling me this now?” she asked, and he nodded.

“Let’s just say, we like to share—everything.”

Available from Evernight Publishing and all other on-line retailers from September 1st.

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Author Bio

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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28 August 2015
ONE NAUGHTY FANTASY **This book features the same three characters that are in SNOWBOUND**
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Nina Santangeles has decided to give her lovers, Cameron Easton and Alex Gable, their ultimate fantasy. Dressed in a red plaid skirt, cotton blouse, bobby socks, and saddle shoes, she surprises them during a presentation they’re giving for architecture and design students at a university lecture hall, causing quite a stir.


When her men take her back to their hotel suite with the intention of punishing her for the naughty behavior as part of their role play fantasy, how far will she let them go?

ADULT EXCERPT 


They each held one of her hands in the hallway. Alex barely closed and locked the door to their hotel suite behind them before he lunged for her, covering her mouth in a hot kiss that surprised her. Her men were always on fire for her, but this was different. Their reaction was off the charts hot, and she had to assume it was the role playing.

She raked her hands over his back and tight ass, moaning into his open mouth. Pushing her hips against him, she wasn’t surprised to find his erection rock-hard. Behind her, Cameron reached under her skirt and grabbed her ass, groaning. Alex’s mouth released hers, and he nipped at her neck.

Nina started to unzip her skirt, but Cameron stopped her. “No. Leave it on, but take off the panties.”

Alex let go of her long enough to allow Nina to remove her panties and step out of them. Cameron took them from her, and she glanced over her shoulder to watch him bring them to his nose. It was so damn sexy she couldn’t stop the moan.

Nina turned her attention back to Alex and removed his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. She peeled it off to reveal broad shoulders and fine dark hairs dusting his muscled chest. She loved their bodies. Both men were so damn gorgeous she could never get enough of them. “You work out, Mr. Gable.”

“Yeah. I do.”

“We both do,” said Cameron.

She ran her teeth over Alex’s nipples as she reached for his pants, unfastening the button above the zipper.

Behind her, Cameron grabbed her ass again. “Oh Christ … Nina …”

“Tell me what you both want,” she said, lifting her gaze to Alex’s eyes.

Alex swallowed hard. “I want to fuck you. Fuck you fucking silly.”

Cameron reached around and grasped her breasts through the cotton top. “I want to fill each of your holes, baby, all night long.” He let go of her breasts and smacked her ass, hard. Nina moaned. “I want to spank you for being such a bad girl. You interrupted a very important presentation for us, you know.”

He smacked her ass cheeks again, and she nearly came. “I know I did.”

“Now we need to punish you for it, and we need to fuck you hard for it.”

She giggled, tossing her hair. “Oh, you can fuck me, but I’m not so sure about the spanking part.” She had to pretend to protest something, after all. That had been part of their fantasy, but it was very difficult to get into the role now that she was alone in a beautiful hotel suite with them.

Alex turned her around so fast she nearly fell. He enveloped her in a bear hug from behind that was more sweet than lustful. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Nina rubbed her ass against Alex’s erection, aching for his dick to fill her, as he nuzzled her neck. “I like you, too, Alex. I like both of you. Let’s get these clothes off you two and see what you have in your pants.”

“In a minute.” Alex nibbled at her neck and reached under her blouse to unhook her bra. Cameron helped him ease the straps off her shoulders under the fabric, and then Alex tossed the bra on the floor. He grasped her breasts, and Nina moaned loudly.

“Oh God, I love your tits.” Alex’s breath was warm in her ear, and the sensation of his hands on her breasts and his erection rubbing against her ass nearly brought her to orgasm.

Cameron shoved his hand under her skirt and rubbed her clit with his expert fingers, then pushed one inside her pussy. She was so damn wet they wouldn’t need lube. “I love wet pussies.”


Nina closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations of Alex kneading her breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples, while Cameron finger-fucked her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her climax was so close it was ridiculous.

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21 August 2015

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

Thank you so much for having me!  

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

 I thought it would be interesting to write about a Motorcycle club run by werewolves. It had been in the back of my mind for a while and when the Bad Alpha anthology came up I decided it was a good time to write out my vison.

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

I love tying my stories together, so this book will tie into the last book of my Divergent Species series.


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

Not much.  Listening to music mostly.  

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

Most of my stories are completely from imagination.   


Q) What are your upcoming projects?


I'm trying to finish up the Divergent Species series.  I'm writing Declawed right now, which I plan to be a Romance on the Go...so a shorter story.  Then it's Hungry Like a Wolf (tentative title).  This might be a little longer because I have some story threads to tie up.  I'll be revisiting The Bone Crushers again, from Outlaw Wolf.

Blurb

Dekker ran away from his pack in an order to protect his lover and Alpha, Grey, when he overheard two higher ranked wolves talk about killing him.  When Grey finds him six months later, Dekker tries to convince the man he loves to go away.  But Grey won’t take no and as the two talk it out, their mutual attraction overwhelms them.

In desperation, Dekker renounces Grey as his Alpha.

But when another force tries to punish Dekker by silencing him forever, Grey must choose which stand he’ll take…being the alpha for all his pack, or being the man Dekker needs, even if it means breaking the rules.

Excerpt

Awareness suddenly coursed through him, the same feeling just before lightning struck.  The anticipation of something momentous was just about to happen.  In slow motion, Dekker saw Grey stiffen.  Saw the biker raise his nose and sniff the air.  Like a deer caught in headlights, Dekker was unable to turn away as Grey scanned the room, and then their eyes met.  Locked.  The world disappeared around them.  He’d been a fool to think time and distance would’ve been enough to sever the bond that arched between them, in a mere instant the electrifying tangent that had always existed between them snapped tautly into place.
The second biker leaned into Grey, and Dekker dragged his gaze from Grey’s to glance at the other man.  Stones, the club’s enforcer, and the pack’s most vicious wolf.  He was older then them both by about twenty years, but Stones’ age had never been a liability.  He was the only person Dekker truly feared.
Grey shook his head sharply and walked away from Stones, heading directly toward him.  Dekker took a deep breath, unable to move or even look away.  Fury darkened Grey’s face, turning his golden eyes into cold flecks of amber.  The premature gray in his hair, responsible for his name, glowed in the dim lighting.  Dekker waited, gripping the broom handle tightly.  He couldn’t save himself.  There would be no turning and running away like last time. 
Grey came to a stop in front of him, glaring at him from his superior height.  They’d known each other their whole lives, having grown up in the club and pack, and Grey had always been taller.  Stronger.  Bigger.  Dekker hadn’t minded.  That had been some of the things that had drawn him to Grey.
“You’ve been here all this time?” Grey demanded.
Dekker shrugged, unable to form words past the lump in his throat. 
“No,” Grey said harshly.  “You don’t get to shrug this off.  We searched everywhere for you.  I wouldn’t give up even when they told me to.”
Dekker looked around, knowing that everyone was listening avidly.  The last thing he wanted was to air their past to gossip mongers, which was exactly what the small backwoods community was.  Small-town life seemed to thrive on swapping stories of what went on behind closed doors.
“Let’s not hash this out here, Grey,” Dekker said, leaning closer to keep his voice down.         
Grey folded his arms.  “I’m not leaving.”
“Fine. Could you at least wait until after my shift?  I only have half an hour left.”
Indecision warred through Grey’s eyes, but finally, he gave a stiff nod.  “Fine.  But I’m not leaving this bar without you."

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19 August 2015
Now available - the next installment of Lynn Burke's Risso Family novellas!
Complete with Her
A Risso Family Novella
Contemporary Romance
by Lynn Burke
August 10, 2015
Evernight Publishing
Bastian Risso breaks away from his loud, intrusive family and moves to Charleston, West Virginia. His new neighbor is a seemingly lonely soul, a kindred introvert who might be his perfect matchHer beauty calls to him like a siren, and determined not to be a chicken-shit, he steps out of his comfort zone to make her acquaintance. 

Eve Thompson is protective of her privacy. She relishes her solitude as it keeps people from staring at her deformed upper lip or making fun of her speech impediment. Her persistent neighbor, however, proves a temptation too great to resist. His sincere smiles and compliments threaten to crumble the brick wall she hides behind. And his affections evoke feelings she can't control. 

Bastian plans to show Eve the beauty of who she is inside and out. But will his efforts break down her barriers or shatter both their fragile hearts
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Excerpt:
Sprawling out on my borrowed sleeping bag beside the fire, I feasted my eyes on Eve as she moved with ease around our site. No fidgeting. No sidelong glances. “I can see why you love it out here.”
She tucked an escaped lock of hair behind an ear and bent over her task of wiping the blackened pot clean. “While it’s quiet at home, nothing compares to the peaceful outdoors.”
Temptation to tell her I knew of a thing or two that would compare in enjoyment rolled over me, but I refrained. Shadows lengthened across the small campground, and although we had neighbors a stone throw away, their murmuring barely reached my ears. Shrubs and trees blocked us from view, and leaning back, hands behind my head, I decided tonight, come hell or high water, I would hear Eve’s gasps, smother her moans with my lips as my hands explored her body.
Twilight hindered sight through the trees before she finished cleaning up. After hiding herself in the tent for a few minutes, she emerged with pants and clogs replacing her hiking gear. She settled onto the ground beside my knees.
I leaned up on my elbow and propped my head on my hand. “Eve.” I patted the sleeping bag I laid on. “Come up here.”
Her bottom lip sucked between her teeth as she peered at me in the growing darkness. “Why?”
“I want to kiss you.”
A gasp reached my ears, and I wished we’d brought a lantern so I could see her face. She scooted to my side, and I tugged her down to lay beside me.
Baby steps.
Inches separated our bodies, but I didn’t pull her close like I longed to do. Instead, I ran a fingertip down her cheek and neck, her pulse thrumming beneath my feather-light touch. She gazed up at me with widened eyes. Her lips parted and breathing hitched, and I held in my groan. As if my aching cock needed her encouragement.
Enjoying the tension sizzling between us, I leaned down and kissed her, and the second I swept my tongue along the seam of her lips, she moaned and shimmied closer.
Arousal rolled over me, and I clamped my arm around her waist, pressing her breasts and hips tight against me. My groan escaped into her mouth. No way in hell would I get any sleep.
About Lynn Burke
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Her current work, the Risso Familly Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.

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15 August 2015
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EYE CANDY. MANWHORE. HARDBODY. STUD. I'm just a piece of meat to the women I entertain. And I love it. That's until she walks into the club. Suddenly, I want more. I want her.

My name is Chandler but hardly anyone knows it. I go by Candy, and when I dance, I go all the way. Women scream my name and throw their panties at me. I take home any woman I want. Sometimes, I take two.

Carolina is the stuck up neighbor who drove me nuts with her prissy ways and her hot little body. Sure, it was high school the last time I saw her. But our families have been going to the same church for generations. And I always had my eye on her. She was the most beautiful girl in town, sure, but it was more than that. She was also the smartest. She knew it too.

We had one night. One kiss. I fell hard, and she moved away. Even back then, she knew I wasn't good enough for her. Now she's here, in my club for her bachelorette party. Her friends push her up on stage. And I decide the bride-to-be deserves a very, very private dance.

I'm not letting her get away twice. Especially when I find out the bastard she's planning to marry. Little Miss Perfect has no idea what's about to hit her. Or how far I will go to get what's mine.... Her.
GRIND is a stand-alone novel with a guaranteed HEA and no cheating!

Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26017553-grind   GRIND Ecover   excerpt   Carolina Murphy was kissing me back. The Prom Queen was letting me have my way with her. Well, more or less. I knew she'd barely even petted before. I could tell by the way she'd responded to me during her lap dance. The way she was responding now. Like a kitten testing its legs. I tested the waters, letting my hands slide up and over her chest. I was rewarded with a sexy mewling sound. I heaved a sigh of relief. She liked it. Caro was the hot little piece I'd always imagined she would be. Fiery. Responsive. Passionate. And I'd spent quite a lot of time over the years imagining just this moment. She might have signed a chastity vow, but frigid, she was not. I groaned again. The damn pledge. I knew I could make her doubt it. But I realized abruptly that I didn't want to make her break it. I did want to make her want to break it however... This night was not going to end with me inside her. But that didn't mean we couldn't have fun. Or that I couldn't make her feel as desperate as I was. I slid my hand up and under her robe. She squeaked and sat up, staring at me. Her hands clutched the hem of her bathrobe as if it was going to fly up and expose her. I stared at her, trying to show her my intentions were good. Well, mostly good.

"Caro..."

She shook her head wildly. "I'm not wearing anything. Underneath."

I laughed. I felt like I was going crazy. Maybe I was. "Five minutes Caro. Give me five minutes. Please. I won't do anything that you don't want."

"Chan... you know I can't."

My fingers brushed the inside of her knee. Just a few inches up and I would be touching thigh. A few inches more and... I groaned as my cock lurched in my jeans. "Just let me... play..."

She stared at me, her big eyes full of doubt. She was curious too. About what might happen. I could see it. "You promise not to do anything else?"

I could hear the hope in her voice. The desperation. Neither one of us wanted to stop. "I promise, Caro. Please don't make me stop. Not yet..." I smiled at her disarmingly, guiding her back onto the bed. "Remind me of these rules again... I can touch. Just not inside right?"

She nodded breathlessly. I grinned.

"I can work with that."

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13 August 2015

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

Thank you for having me here today! J


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

I’ve always been fascinated with the Mafia. It’s rumored my maternal grandfather was part of them, but I have no concrete proof of that. Still, I am Sicilian, so it’s possible they are part of my ancestry. THE PRICE OF SECRECY is set over 100 years in the future, but that doesn’t mean organized crime can’t still exist, or in this case have enjoyed a resurgence during the chaos before everyone was forced to move underground in order to survive. So I thought it would be interesting to have both my hero and heroine hiding from the same crime family, but for very different reasons. Neither one can let the other know about their secret, but of course it has to come out at some point.


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

This is a futuristic world in which both organized crime and WITSEC still exist.


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

Not really. I sneak in my writing when and where I can. I’d be writing all the time if I could.


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

Plenty of real life experiences make it into my books, at least in part. Sometimes I’m influenced by things I’ve seen on TV or in a movie, or have read in a book. Most of it I simply make up.


Q) What are your upcoming projects?

ONE NAUGHTY FANTASY is under contract with Evernight Publishing. This is part of their Romance On The Go Line and features the same three characters as in my book SNOWBOUND – Nina, Cameron, and Alex.

The Weathermen 4 – EXCLUSIVE ACCESS is also under contract.


I’ve submitted The Weathermen 5 – A SLOW-BURNING DANCE, and I’m writing a third book with Nina, Cameron, and Alex that I hope to submit to Evernight within a few days.

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The Weathermen 3

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BLURB

Angela Davidson lands her dream job with Greco Communications, but quickly learns her new boss, the enigmatic Dominic Greco, has a dark secret he works hard to conceal. Angela understands secrets because she’s been hiding one of her own for sixteen years and if it’s discovered, she will end up dead.

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

They call themselves the Weathermen…


ADULT EXCERPT

Angela moaned loudly into Dominic’s open mouth as his tongue parted her lips. Holy fuck this man can kiss! Her pussy was soaked, and every inch of her skin ached to touch him. She forgot where they were and pushed closer to his warm, hard body, going so far as to rub her abdomen across his erection. Holy shit. This was nothing like she’d imagined it would be, and she didn’t care if he was her brand new boss, or that they’d just had a two and a half hour lunch. She wanted to be horizontal with him in the worst fucking way.

She’d even take semi-upright. She’d bend over this table and lift her skirt if that’s what he wanted. Fuck it all. It had been way, way too long since she’d been kissed and held, and no man had ever moved his lips and tongue over hers like he was doing now. She wanted more. So much more.

When he released her mouth, she stared at him until he finally picked up her purse and handed it to her. Then he took her hand, and she simply walked, letting him lead the way. Her legs felt like jelly. His hand was so warm it made her entire body hot. She could only imagine what the rest of his skin would feel like next to hers.

They said nothing on the walk back, but she felt the lust and heat coming off him in waves. Inside the elevator, they were alone, and this was the same private elevator she’d taken before her interview. He keyed in a code, and then the floor she now worked on. It wouldn’t stop for anyone else. They had it all to themselves.

He turned toward her, and then he cupped her face and stared into her eyes with so much intensity she thought her heart would stop. “This is madness,” he whispered. “But I can’t stop.”
She didn’t have a chance to ask him what his cryptic comment about this being madness meant because he pushed her up against the wall of the car and kissed her like he might never do so again. She reached for his hair, and he caught her wrists, pinning her arms overhead. The gesture was so damn sexy and dominant that she nearly came. He moved closer to her, grinding his bulge against her body until she was so damn wet she knew she’d need to change her panties.


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11 August 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Thanks for inviting me over. I have cookies…gluten free, home made and tasty.

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

They shouted at me. I'm very much a pantster at the beginning and they tell me what to do and explain themselves to me. I have learned to ignore them at my peril. Sometimes, like in Lord Suitor they kindly give me a rough plot. Other times I wing it. Places I visit will sometimes give me an idea and it goes from there

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

The details about Devon are based on a village I love to visit for holidays. The whippet is based on my friend's whippet who visits and tries to push my lap top away and take its place. Also called Brodie.

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

Nope. I'm lucky that I can write anywhere at any time. I just open my laptop and block out what's going on. I swear one day I'm going to write a book called hotel bathroom floors I have sat on to write. I admit I travel quite a lot and they bathroom scenario is so I can write and not wake hubby up in the early hours.
  
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

I guess it depends on what you mean my real life. I do try to think how I, or people I know would rect in certain situations. I'm writing about 200 years ago  in my Regency ones so it's not real life as we know it. I do research extensively to make sure I get my facts as correct as I can.

In my present day ones there's quite a lot of my real life slips in. For instance there seems to be a lot of gluten intollerant or people who are coealiac in my present dy books, like myslef and another member of my family. Left handedness as well.

And in all my books, I often (okay most of the time) set my books in places I have either lived, live now, or visit a lot.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?


Where to start? I have another five books in this series, of which two more are written and three to be written. I have a Christmas contemporary short story to be published by Evernight, and have just had another Regency short accepted. My first of a two book series, The Scandalous Proposal of Lord Bennett is due out on September 9th, from Carina, and the second book as yet untitled in the New Year. Oh and I have two more books in my Diomhair series with Totally Bound to finish. Then there's the next in the Their Wives series and one more Dommissimma that's shouting loudly, both for Evernight, that I must write and the next challenge book for Siren. That doesn't include anything else that shouts at me and jumps the queue. And I really am slowing down. 



Thank you for inviting me onto your blog. I consider myself very lucky. I write what I love, Evernight publish it, and people buy it and (hopefully) read it. What more can I ask for?
I couldn't not write and I especially love to write Regency Romance. And oh yes, Evernight lets me. So we have the Cursed Treasure series.
A family whose fortune is cursed
A family whose fortune is almost gone, and have to manage very carefully.
A family whose grown up children decide to ignore the curse and make their fortune grow once more. They don't want to be a burden.
Strangely ( or not) this isn't a paranormal story. Only the treasure is said to be cursed. As the parchment with it says…
The heart of ye child be lifting the curse—dare ye risk it…


Lord Suitor is Tessa's story
A smuggler and an aristocrat. Who should Tessa chose?
Both professed their love for her, both intrigued her. How could she pick one over the other?
When Tessa was accosted by a smuggler her life took a turn for the better. Or so she thought. Until Nathaniel, Lord Fenniston indicated his interest in her. She had to marry to help her family, but her loyalties are torn. 
Either man could be the one, but how can she decide? Torn between them, Tessa must think hard and fast.
Luckily, fate has it’s own way of deciding, and Tessa had no option but to do as it dictates.

A wee tease…

Her one night of bliss, her initiation, as she thought of it, had given her a very definite opinion of what she wanted, expected, from any marriage. However, and there was the rub, how could she say to someone, I’ll only marry you if you satisfy me in the way my smuggler did? You need to make my skin tingle, my insides quiver, and my body react in a way I never thought possible, so I shout and scream my release and beg you for more? Oh and your body, when it gains its own satisfaction inside me, has to react in the same way? It was not something she could introduce into everyday conversation. It wasn't something most men would appreciate hearing. Men were such touchy creatures they wouldn't see it as a compliment on their prowess, just the opposite.
Tessa stirred uneasily in her chair. During those long hours of enforced darkness, her highwayman had taught her some very interesting ways to satisfy herself. After the first few fumbling—and embarrassed at her temerity—attempts, she was happy with how to touch and tease herself until she was panting and sated. However, it wasn't the same. It is not him.
Tonight though, she knew nothing she did would ease the ache deep inside her. The unexpected offer from Lord Fenniston had thrown her somewhat.
Why her? Oh, they were neighbors in Devon, but he had never shown any interest in her. In fact she hadn't noticed him singling her out in any way, exactly the opposite. One occasional country dance did not show a partiality for anyone. They'd never waltzed, he'd never asked for her hand into supper, and never solicited her company at a picnic or to the theater. No, if anything, she would have thought he preferred Lady Elizabeth Cantor or Frederica Stowe. Nor did Tessa think he chose to spend time with those ladies as a smokescreen for his desire to have her as a wife. They were both too much all woman for that, and she was well aware neither would put up with such cavalier behavior.
Nor would I.
Somehow, Tessa accepted, as she stirred the glowing coals back into flames, Nathaniel Fenniston was not the sort of man to dissemble in that way. It wouldn't be kind to either lady, and she didn't think he would ever be deliberately unkind. No, he was an honorable man, but did that mean he was the man for her? Somehow, she needed to find out. On that sobering and complicated thought, she put the fireguard in place and took herself to bed.
Yet again she dreamed of her smuggler. She felt his hands on her as he showed her how to please both him and herself. Heard his voice as he praised her efforts and moaned his appreciation. Recalled and recreated in her dreams how his body stiffened and he shouted out his completion as he spilled onto her skin. Shivered and writhed as his lips met her quim and sucked on the soft flesh there and then drew the hard nub into his mouth. She gasped as her juices gathered, ready to help her fall over the edge of sanity and reason.
Tessa woke with a gasp to see the thin light of dawn creep around her curtains, and to feel the warmth and dampness of her arousal slick her skin. Her body tingled with awareness. Should she?
A quick glance at the timepiece on the mantel told her she had time enough to assuage her needs.
Tessa stretched out to fumble in her nearby sewing basket, to retrieve something she had secreted there.
A few days after her encounter with the smuggler she'd found a package in her bedside cabinet. She had no idea where it had come from, or who had placed it where she would see it so readily. The outside wrapper merely had her name on, and the cryptic message "for your eyes only."
Puzzled she ripped the paper and unwrapped the fine lawn material that covered the contents. It was a smooth, wooden darning mushroom, with a note attached to it.
When she read the words, Tessa didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Inscribed in a very elegant hand it said: Close your eyes and run your fingers over this. Now imagine what it feels like and use it accordingly until we meet again.
Intrigued, Tessa had done as directed and discovered it was the perfect facsimile of a male staff. "Pego" her smuggler had called it as he taught her how to fondle and taste. At first she'd held it and stroked it, until her mind played games on her. A few nights later, her dreams included him, his pego, and his hands showing her how indeed a humble darning mushroom was the perfect substitute for a man. No, not perfect, she amended, adequate.

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(the prequel, Compromised, tells how Mijo escapes from France with the treasure, it's a free read.)








you can find me at www.ravenmcallan.com

Happy Reading

Love  R x
 
09 August 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Thank you for having me back to talk about Opportunity Knocks. This release means so much to me since, not only is it the first novel in my Laissez Faire series, it’s actually my FIRST full novel.

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

My characters are actually based on two people I encountered last summer. I was selling jewellery at a music & art fair and a young man came into my tent who simply sparkled with personality – he was an absolute charmer. His look and his demeanor very quickly became Tommy, my MC#1. The other young man, I only saw from a distance. But his look (and his security guard uniform) didn’t take long evolving into a full-fledged MC#2, Gill.

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

Fun Fact #1: the Laissez Faire is based on a real life event, The Northern Lights Festival Boréal in Northern Ontario.

Fun Fact #2: the Townehouse (where our gorgeous boys officially meet for the first time) is a real bar, where my husband’s band used to play, many moons ago.

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

Beyond complete and total caffeination, not really. I prefer to write in silence, which is supremely ironic if you ask anyone who knows me. And I tend to send a lot of emails (from my phone) to myself with snippets of dialogue of bits of story ideas. I also keep a notebook in my purse because I’m pretty bad at keeping my phone charged.

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

I people-watch like nobody’s business. So I’m always taking something from real life and adding it into my stories. Usually, it’s just a personality quirk, or a speech pattern, something small. I think Opportunity Knocks has quite a bit more, though, as the entire series sprang to life while I was actually at a music & art fair and had the chance to watch so many different types of people milling about all weekend long. From there, the people I saw, and the locale itself, easily became part of the narrative.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?


I have a short story, titled Destined, coming out August 22 in Evernight Publishing’s Bad Alpha Manlove anthology. And I’m currently working on Laissez Faire #2, which is as-of-yet untitled. I also have at least one (possibly two) more stories that need to be told in this series. So, hopefully, folks will love these characters as much as I do. J

Opportunity Knocks (Laissez Faire #1) by L.D. Blakeley

Available: August 5, 2015
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-77233-450-0


BLURB

Small-town security guard, Gill Martin, has lived in Mystique Pointe his entire life. His dating prospects are non-existent and he doesn't particularly like his job, but at least it's better than unemployment. Besides, he hasn't got any better ideas.

Big-city artist, Tommy Hearne, knows exactly what he wants out of life: a successful art career and a successful relationship. He also knows that living in Liberty City is his best chance for pursuing both. Unfortunately, for him, neither of these pursuits seem to be panning out quite to his liking.

When Tommy and his misfit band of friends roll into town for the Laissez Faire, Mystique Pointe's annual music & art festival, worlds definitely collide. A fiery tryst sparks more than just a lust connection, but what happens when the 
weekend is over?

EXCERPT

Tommy followed closely behind Gill as they made their way out to the parking lot. He did a quick head count and realized that there were only five of them and that lap-sitting wasn’t going to be on the menu after all. But when Kat took out her keys to trigger the unlock remote and Tommy saw the responding lights on a tiny Fiat 500, he almost cheered. There was barely room for two grown men in the back seat. Good thing he was willing to make the sacrifice and let the others ride in comfort.

“Amy, why don’t you sit up front?” Kat had opened the driver-side door and was about to climb in when she added, “You can pull the seat forward and let the two leggy boys have a bit more room. Sorry, Tommy—looks like you’re gonna have to squeeze in on top.”

Tommy had never been so happy to be the short man out. He waited to see which side of the car Alec chose, and made sure he was at the opposite door. And when Gill climbed in, his T-shirt rucked up slightly, giving Tommy the most delicious glimpse of skin above the most perfect denim-clad bubble butt he’d ever seen. Oh, thank goodness for well-lit parking lots.

“You getting in?” Gill had an expression on his face Tommy was unable to read. Although, if it they’d been working with a bit more than car lot lights, he was sure he’d be able to see another blush staining that handsome face.

Poking his head inside the car, he carefully leaned across Gill’s lap and braced himself on Alec’s leg before climbing in entirely and sitting carefully on top of Gill. There really wasn’t a lot of room in Kat’s car. Despite only being five-foot-eight, Tommy still had to keep his head ducked down to avoid bashing his skull against the roof. He also used it as more excuse to snuggle down closer to Gill. But, hey—not my fault the girl drives a Fiat!

“Sorry it’s such close quarters guys. The car was a graduation gift from my grandparents. I wouldn’t have picked it, but who says no to a free car, right?” Kat caught Tommy’s eye in the rearview mirror and winked. Yeah. Definitely not his girlfriend. Tommy didn’t get the feeling she was upset about his crawling all over Gill. Potential matchmaker, maybe? “Luckily the campground isn’t that far, so you won’t have to suffer long.”

“I don’t mind. Really.” Tommy wriggled slightly and rested his fingers at the back of Gill’s neck. It couldn’t be classed as a grope. He still wasn’t a hundred percent sure if that would even be welcomed. But it was a touch, and a delicate one at that. And it was enough for Tommy to feel the shiver that it elicited from Gill.

“Sorry, Gill. Hope I’m not crushing you.”

“Oh. No. You’re fine.” Gill’s voice was low and slightly hitched. His glasses had started to creep down his nose and Tommy reached up, without thinking, to adjust them.

“Don’t want to lose those.” They were so close that, had it been a colder night, Tommy’s breath would have fogged Gill’s lenses. And, fuck, didn’t that send indecent thoughts straight to his groin. Images of fogging up the car windows with Gill or, to be precise, images of what they might be doing in order to cause said situation, sent a message straight to Tommy’s dick. He fidgeted slightly, not wanting to reach down and adjust the hard-on he’d hoped he could keep at bay.

He was about to fidget again when the sound of Gill clearing his throat distracted him slightly from the problem at hand. And alerted him to another. Of course, describing the feeling of Gill’s answering erection under his ass as a problem couldn’t have been further from wrong. Gloriously, heroically magnificent, perhaps. But not a problem.

Tommy turned slightly to make eye contact with Gill but found the other man uncomfortably looking in the other direction. He twisted slightly, making sure his ass did a slow grind into Gill’s crotch as he did so. Yep. That got his attention.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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

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

Although she dreams of living some place isolated with an endless supply of wine and an infinite number of titles on her eReader, she currently lives in down-town Toronto with her husband and their rock star cat.
You can find her online pretty much everywhere: Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, Goodreads, her Amazon Author page, her blog, and her official website.

 
08 August 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

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

Well, I actually based Jake Griffin on Josh Groban. LOL I have been obsessed with that man forever and decided to put him in one of my stories. As for Emma, well I wanted to do something different in the paranormal world outside of vampires, witches, weres etc. So I went with old-world Gypsy magick and built it from there. Dragos kind of came out of nowhere and was the first shifter I ever wrote about.

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

Well this will be a spoiler. So AVERT THINE EYES if you don't want to be privy to info before you read it. But in the original version of ELUDING ILLUSIONS, I killed off Dragos completely. Only after my CP's gave me several lashings about it did I work him back into the story. So if you liked the Dragos character, thank my CP's, Jennifer and Sonia.

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

Music is my go-to muse. I try to use cultural based music for my diverse characters to help me channel the feel of the setting and people.


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

Well this one had a bit because of my love for Josh Groban. So a lot of Jake's nuances and comic relief are a result of Josh's funny personality.


Q) What are your upcoming projects?


Well I'm deep into the writing cave now, working on a couple different projects. I left my naughty fairy tales open for some follow up books, so I'll be tackling those soon!


Blurb

Emma Banciu dreams about her novels taking on a life of their own. Thanks to a centuries old Gypsy curse, they tend to do just that. Writing with pen and paper she brings things to life, and hell hath no fury like an antagonist scorned. Now she's on the run from Kyrin, an evil demon warlord who surfaced from one of her first manuscripts. And the only way to get rid of him is to destroy the manuscript.

Enter JG1988, her long-time online friend. He knows nothing of the curse nor the magick Emma possesses. His only wish is to finally meet her in person and take their relationship to the next level. He reveals a surprise of his own when he shows up at Emma's door as international recording artist 
Jake Griffin.

Destroying the manuscript will not only get rid of Kyrin, but also end her relationship with Jake. But keeping secrets from him may end up doing just that. In order to survive they'll resort to love, lies, and a little Gypsy magick.

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Excerpt
Jake lead herintotheadjoiningroomwhereababygrandpianosatinthecorner.
Turningthepianobenchsideways,he satbackand motioned for her to sit in front of him. His arms slid alongside her shoulders as he reachedoutfortheivorybars, and he tightened his legs against her outer thighs. The heat radiating off him surrounded Emma like a blanket of safety. Shesnuggledupagainsthischestashisfingerstickledthekeys.
Succumbingto the enchanting melody, her eyes fell closed.Hischestpressedagainstherback,risingandfallingashesangout the verses hewrotejustforher,simplytitled,Emma'sSong. The wordstookherbreathawayhowhespokesolovinglyofherthroughsong.Eachrefrainmorepassionfilledthantheonebefore,pouringhisheartoutwitheachnote.The emotions wellingupinsideconfusedher,assheletherselfbecomeentrancedbyhisbaritone voice.Fear and happiness pooled in her eyes, releasing in tears that slid over her cheeks.
Theymetforthefirsttimetonightinpersonyetitfeltliketheyhadknowneachotheralltheirlives.Theirelectronicrelationshipmanifestingintosomethingrealandtangibleexcitedher,butalsoscaredhertodeath.
The keysstoppeddancing,andtheroomheldasilencemarredonlybytheheavingofJake's breath.Reopeninghereyes,Emma turnedherheadtowardhim.Hisfingertipspressedagainstherjawline,guidingherheadas heleanedin.Theirlipsmetwithacautioustenderness.Sheswungherbodyaroundontheseat,raisingherhandstoencompasshisneck.Hepulledhercloser, partingherlipsasheswepthistongueoverhers.Aninnateachepulsedthroughher,takingoverherself-control.Hisverytouchtingledeverynervealongtheway.
She slippedherfingersthroughthebackofhiswavyhair,massaginghisheadinrhythmwiththeir exploratorykisses.Hisbreathinggrewheavier,ashecradledherinhisarms.A startlingmixtureofsharpchordsrangoutthroughtheairasherbacklandedagainstthekeys.
SoftlaughterdancedthroughtheirkissasJake pickedherupbythe hipsoffthebenchandplacedherontopofthebabygrand.Herchestheavedinsuccessionwiththethumpingofherheart.Hestaredatherwithsuchintentshe'dneverseen.Hisintense eyeshypnotizedher,holdinghergaze.
I'vepicturedthisathousandtimes,butnothingcomparestotheactualtasteofyourlips,hewhispered,ashelaidherback,brushingthe chestnut locksofhairfromherface.Lush lipscaressedherneck,kissingthedelicateskindowntheplungingnecklineofherdress.
Wordsmadenosense. Theycirculatedin herhead,jumbledbytheemotionscoursingthroughher.Herbodyachedforhimtotakehercompletelyashishandscaressedthelengthofherbody,exploringeveryinchofher,memorizingeverycurve.
She dreamed about this moment. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. Her head screamed no, she'd only hurt him. But her heart shouted louder as she let her fingers ride up the length of his forearms, pressing against the hard muscle.
“As breathtaking as you look sprawled across my piano, I have a better idea,” he whispered.
Pulling her to him, he slid her off the piano. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he carried her to the sofa, laying her beneath him. Carefully, he slid the silken dress above her hips, exposing her stomach where he decorated her skin with the warmth of his tongue and lips. A shiver climbed her spine releasing itself in a vocal aching of want and need.


Author Bio:

Wren Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But a cowboy swept her off her feet, and carried her away below the Mason-Dixon line where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow and cold. They decided they'd make beautiful babies together and they got it right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses to crave.

 
02 August 2015
Welcome Cait Jarrod!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly and showcasing "Girl Code"!

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
-They come to me from different avenues, like television personalities, the news, and people I come across. Any colorful character I come across or a good line I hear, I’m taking notes.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
-I have an interesting one. I went to the movies to see American Sniper with my husband at the planning stages of FAITH. Chris Kyle was such an inspiration that I added him as an inspiration to the hero’s brother’s saga. His sacrifice, along with all military men and woman and their families have my respect and gratitude. 

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
-Not really. Let me rephrase, right now, I don’t, but I do love writing early in the morning. Just give me a cup of coffee and the writing flows. 

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
-In some stories, I’ve referenced real-life a lot. Between places I’ve lived near or visited to family member’s occupations, I’ve managed to incorporate some part of my life into every book. My debut book, Kidnapped Hearts, my husband’s law enforcement experience came into play. The setting of the novel takes place near where I grew up. In Entangled Love, the advertising executive heroine derived from one of my daughter’s jobs. The location, Santa Monica California, came to life because of a family vacation.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?
-I’m working on a romantic series that takes place in Montana; the series aptly named Montana Dreams. Here is DIVINE’s, book one of the series, blurb:

A friends to lovers story.
When Matt Carson runs his thirteen-year-old grief-stricken heart to his favorite spot along the river to be alone and think, a fiery red head invades. From a life-saving feat to a first kiss, Trina Lovett turns his life upside down and he likes.

Fast-forward ten years, Matt is in the United States Marines station overseas and Trina is in college to become doctor. Until now, they’ve kept in constant contact. But when the communication cease and her mother insists Trina date a man more worthy, someone with status, loneliness gives into what every fiber in her body screams not to. She allows him to put a ring on her finger.

But Matt returns home…is his love and passion strong enough to survive? Is the power that ignited in Trina the day she met him so resilient she’ll move beyond misfortune and her parents’ smothering to find her way back to him?
All proceeds from sales are going to the Wounded Warriors Project. 
 

Introduction by Julie Ann Walker. 
 
 

Girl Code blurb:  
Four best friends struggle with decisions that affect their lives, their hearts, and their futures. As sisters, they embrace the Girl Code.   
HOPE  
Josephine "Joey" Lockhart escapes her past, herself and her home town of Pearl, Ohio to Florida after high school. Years later, she meets a man that refuses to let her hide behind her camera lens and encourages her out of her shell. Will he be the one to push her to feel for the first time?   
LIVE  
After seven years in drug hell, detoxing Juliette "Juls" Carrington returns to her hometown Pearl to attend her grandmother's burial. Once more rejected by her family, she has a swim in a pond nearby when a mysterious camper, an ex-drunk, coaxes her to come to his hut in the woods. Together they must fight their inner demons for a chance to love...and live.   
FAITH  
Selena Bodine escaped into the United States Air Force to leave behind a painful past and the one man who she refused to let herself love. Years later, an urgent call from her father brings her back to Pearl, Ohio and face to face with the man she still loves. But will the secret that Cullen is investigating her threaten their second chance?   
PERSISTENCE  
Laydi Michaels has been running away from her past and bad memories for years. Finding herself wasn’t an easy task, but she’s managed to finally get to a point to where she wants to be. Only to wake up married to her boss….who fired her the night before. Wrapped in a case that puts her life in danger, and dealing with a grave situation back home in Pearl, Laydi figures out she wasn’t close to finding herself, and now, she’s risked everything.  

5 star Goodreads review!  
It's not often you read an anthology and truly love every story in it but I really did. These four authors are amazing women who I'm sure will continue to give us well written, heart warming, action packed, and steamy love stories for years to come. 



Author bios and contacts:  
Cait Jarrod 
 "I write what I love to read - Romantic Suspense/Mystery- I love writing and creating the meet-cue (the point where the hero and heroine meet) to the blossoming of the romance. Add a suspenseful plot or a good mystery to the equation and the perfect book is born to curl up to and lose yourself in, taking you away from reality, troubles." 
 
As a child, I entertained myself for hours playing pretend, but not with dolls and such. I created stories and pictured them in my mind, sometimes even acted them out, my well preserved secret until now. I spent years after leaving school trying to figure out my niche. Not being a literary enthusiast, I never thought my childhood pastime would lead in this direction. 
 
In life, one door closes and another opens, so I'm told. This was true for me. I lost my mother, my best friend, to cancer. After a year without her, I picked up her favorite hobby...reading. After one book, a romantic suspense, I was hooked. In the past, I'd fall asleep after a few minutes of reading. Now, books rank up there with a good red wine. It didn't take long for my childhood muse to come back in adult version urging me to put the scenes in my head on paper. 
 
I hope I have provided you with the escape similar to the ones I conjured in childhood and rediscovered as an adult, and I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I have loved creating them. 
 
Cait's debut novel, Kidnapped Hearts won awards in the categories of Best Happily Ever After and Best Suspense. Cait lives in Virginia with her husband and three daughters.  
 
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D.C. Stone 
"I write romantic suspense because I can connect with it, and love the thrill of kicking ass and being sexy while you're at it." 
 
D.C. Stone is an e-book author and full-time fraud investigator when she isn’t diving into the world of Fiction. After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of Financial Crimes and became a lead investigator for many years. When she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter or her website and say hello! 
 
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Jessica Jayne 
"My writing interests vary much like my reading interests. Though I mainly write romance type novels with a spicy twist, I have lived what some might call a suspenseful life. As a survivor of stalking and sexual assault, I learned the ins and outs of the legal system pretty quickly. It helped to precipitate my interest in getting my law degree... that and the fact that I grew up around attorneys. So adding suspense to my writing is no big surprise to me or anyone that knows me." 
 
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. It is such a pleasure to be able to share all the stories in my head!  
 
In the journey of life, I got my law degree (and license) and also became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure.  
 
I love to read and write... obviously! I’m a huge sports fan, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes!  Go Steelers!  Go Rays! Go Lightning! 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. But I love nothing more than putting on my jean shorts, tank top, cowboy boots and hat and watching Tim McGraw or Eric Church belt it out!  I’m a sucker for a cowboy hat!  J 
 
Favorite quote:  “If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies.” 
 
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Lea Bronsen 
"I love how well-chosen words can make your heart beat a little faster." 
 
Lea Bronsen likes her reads fast, hot, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and erotic contemporary romance. 
 
She is signed with Evernight Publishing, Decadent Publishing, and Insatiable Press. 
 
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Email: leabronsen@yahoo.com 



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28 July 2015
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  Cover Reveal Title: LUKE (West Bend Saints, #3) Author: Sabrina Paige Genre: New Adult Release: August 2015 synopsis2   
  Luke Saint F**k being good. I won’t be tamed. There are three things in life I’m damn good at: f**king, jumping out of planes, and chasing forest fires. And definitely not with someone like Autumn Mayburn. She's uptight, smart-mouthed, and hell, she has a kid. Did I mention she’s ten years older than me? There are a million reasons I shouldn't touch her. F**k all of those reasons. The single mom with the smokin’ hot body and the sass to match is going to be mine.  

  Autumn Mayburn There’s nothing on this earth I despise more than a bad boy. Especially an infuriatingly cocky, womanizing, oozes-sex-from-every-pore bad boy. I’m a mom. A businesswoman. I have responsibilities. The last thing I need is to get laid and played by Luke Saint. He thinks that just because he saved my orchard from a fire, he can tell me how to run it. He thinks he knows what I need, what I crave. The problem is, I think he might be right.   LUKEcover       goodreadsx https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25518250-luke?from_search=true&search_version=service teasers2 LUKEteaser1
LUKEteaser2 LUKEteaser3   LUKEteaser4     excerpt Luke looks down at me, his blue eyes flashing. "You're damn uppity for someone who needs something from me." Someone who needs something from me. My mind flashes immediately to sex and I hate myself for it. "Uppity? I didn't ask you to come in here and cook. Or poke around my orchard." He leans in close to me. Too close. I can smell him, soap and aftershave, clean and masculine. "I wasn't poking around," he says, his voice low. "And if I did, you wouldn't be complaining." Heat rushes through me at the thought of Luke poking around anywhere, and I force the thought out of my head. "I don't need you. For the record." The way he looks at me makes me blush even harder. "We both know that's not true, Red," he says. "I don't," I say, unable to hide the irritation in my voice. "And this little charming flirting act of yours might work on girls your own age, but it doesn’t work on me." Luke grins. "So you admit it's charming, then?" "I said it was an act." "You said charming," he says, pulling coffee from his bag. "Now, can you make coffee, or is your coffee just as crap as your food?" I take the bag from his hand, groaning in frustration. "You don't have many friends, do you?" "I could ask the same thing of you, sweetheart," he says. "Why don't you make the coffee and then get out of my kitchen?" "It's my kitchen," I say as I fill the pot with water. "And you're working for me. Apparently. Which we haven't even discussed. Aren't you concerned it's slightly inappropriate, cooking your employer breakfast?" Luke walks up behind me, his hand on the side of the sink. His breath is warm on the back of my neck, and I swear that as soon as it hits my skin, I stop breathing. My heart thumps loudly in my chest, and the water overflows from the coffee pot, running down the sides of the glass and over my hands, but I don't move. Luke reaches around me with his other hand, shutting off the water. His arm grazes my shoulder and sends a jolt of electricity runs through my body. "This is nowhere near inappropriate, Red," he whispers, his voice barely audible against my ear. "Inappropriate would be if I cooked you breakfast in the morning, after you came on my tongue the night before." I swallow hard, my heart beating so fast I swear it's going to beat right out of my chest. Then he walks back to the counter, nonchalant like he didn't just talk about me coming on his tongue, and busies himself with preparing breakfast. I stand at the sink for a moment, my hand gripping the edge tightly, and when I glance over at him, he looks at me and winks. Damn it, I think. Hiring him is a very bad idea.   authorbio2
Sabrina Paige writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha males who love them. Outlaw bikers, cowboys, and military men make her swoon. She has found her own happily ever after with her active duty military husband and adorable toddler. If you sign up for my mailing list, I promise not to spam you! But I will send you advance notification before I launch my next book, so that you can get it at a discounted price! Use this link to subscribe: https://tinyletter.com/sabrinapaigeromance You can also find me at www.sabrinapaigeromance.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sabrina-Paige/1503278426560082 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8182909.Sabrina_Paige?from_search=true Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sabrina-Paige/e/B00JYH2V7K/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432437135&sr=8-1-spell Twitter: http://twitter.com/SabrinaPaigeRom   West Bend Series:   eliascover   silascover   jomppromotions
 
26 July 2015
Welcome back, Michelle! Thanks so much for coming back to Written Butterfly!

Hi there, everyone! I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to introduce my latest release, Slow Burn. This is the second in my Romance on the Go series, Diamond and Diamond Private Investigators. In this sexy installment you'll get to know Rick Diamond. He's the driving force behind Diamond and Diamond.

Rick is painstakingly dedicated to his job. When the CEO of Cynertex contacts him about a case of corporate espionage, he goes undercover in a science lab to find out who's selling company secrets. All hell breaks loose when he realizes that he's falling for his main suspect!


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

It happens in strange ways. Sometimes I'll be sitting in the car and things will just come to me. Other times, a conversation with hubs will shake something loose in my brain. Suddenly I'm typing away furiously in my cell phone. Hubs and I were caught in traffic behind a bus. In our area there are these ads for Diamond and Diamond.. but they're attorneys. We were just rambling and I said, “That sounds more like a couple of slick private eyes, ya know?” From there we started riffing. Thus, Rick Diamond was born. :)

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

I try to keep my books as close to real life as I can. There are paranormal elements obviously, but I wanted the characters to feel genuine and true to life. As for what bleeds over into my personal life, some of the characters are loosely based on people I know. In other words, don't make me mad or you may die in my books ;)


Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Right now I've got three open series that I'm working on. The Transfigured Ones, focuses on a world where vampires live out in the open with humans. The Darkness Calls is the first in the series. The follow up, Bite Me is my current work in progress. I hope to have that wrapped up by the end of the month. There will be six in total.

This series, Diamond and Diamond Private Investigators is a contemporary romantic mystery series about a team of detectives that are cold as ice undercover and sizzling hot between the sheets. The first two installments are out, and I've got a total of six planned so expect four more of these puppies!


The Forsaken Few is about a group of shapeshifters that live outside the bounds of normal shifter society. For whatever reason, they've either been ousted or left their families in search of something different. The first in this series will be out in August or early September. I've got quite a few of these mapped out.
Blurb:

While working undercover in the Cynertex development department, Private Investigator Rick Diamond finds himself taking a very personal interest in one of the lab technicians, Tessa. He's completely shocked, though, when he discovers that he's falling for his prime suspect.

Tessa Fitzsimmons finds herself immediately drawn to Rick Dante, the new intern at work. She's captivated by his charm and his nearly heart stopping grin. All it takes is one incredibly passionate night together and already she's beginning to see a future for them.

Rick knows he's taking a huge risk by dating a suspect but he can't seem to help himself. If she's guilty, it will absolutely tear him apart. And, if she's innocent?  She might not be able to forgive him when she finds out who he really is.

  

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Excerpt:

Tessa laughed as she pulled him toward the Twirling Teacups.
Rick groaned and asked, “You know they're gonna take away my man card, right? I just have to give it to the guy taking the tickets.”
C'mon,” she said, nudging him. “We can't come to Centreville and not ride the teacups!”
She tried not to laugh as he made a big production out of it. He counted the tickets, then looked at the ride. Then he looked back at her and asked, “I can drive, right?”
Deadpan, she said, “I thought I would drive.”
He raised his eyebrow but said nothing. The slight smirk on his face spoke volumes though. It clearly said, “There is no way I'm letting a chick drive me around in a teacup.”
Fine. You can drive.”
Rick grinned and handed the tickets to the ticket collector, who clearly overheard her complaint if the smirk on his face was any indication. He just pointed and said, “You folks can have the pink one on the right.”
Tessa laughed and said, “Oh good. My favorite color.”
Rick said nothing, though his look promised retribution. He merely slid into the tea cup and patted the bench next to him.
When she was seated next to him, her thigh brushed against his.
His tone conversational, he said, “So, this is the most emasculating first date I've ever had. This is a record.”
 “So, I guess that means no carousel?” Tessa teased, as the music started up and the ride began to slowly move.
In answer, he grinned and then spun the wheel so she swayed into his chest. She started to right herself, but Rick put a halt to that when he wrapped an arm around her. Most of her upper body was now pressed against his chest.
The look on Rick's face was a mixture of both amusement and desire.  As they continued to spin, neither of them manning the wheel, his smile faded. With a look of concentration, he slowly closed the distance between their mouths.
Tessa stretched up, pressing her lips against his. At the first brush of her lips against his, she felt a jolt of awareness run through her. When his hand came up to cradle her cheek, she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, twining with hers.
She couldn't stop the soft moan that rose from the back of her throat as his hands cruised lazily along her hips and back. Even through the layers of her sundress and the thin cotton sweater she wore, she could feel the heat of his hands on her body.
His hands moved to tangle in her hair as he gentled the kiss. But instead of backing away as she expected, Rick began to nibble at her jaw and then trace a path down the side of her throat with his tongue.
Tessa could do nothing but tilt her neck and enjoy the sensations as he swirled and nipped at her. Her arousal grew with every hot, open mouthed kiss he placed against her sensitive neck. It was clear he knew exactly what he was doing.



About Me:

Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels.


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24 July 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 


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

The concept for the main character, Ryan Wills, actually was inspired by a philosophy class I took.  John Locke’s, the civil savage.  From there a friend and I were going to enter a writing contest asking what the 11th commandment is.  THOU SHALT NOT HAVE SEX WITH ANDROIDS is what I came up with.  I am a huge fan of Star Trek, Star Wars and science fiction in general.  From these humble beginnings I wrote A Test of Wills.


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

A Test of Wills is the first in a series.  The next book will be more about some of the inner workings of the Meridian Project brought up in the first book.  Without giving too much away Ryan’s past comes back to haunt her, again.

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

Real life absolutely influences my writing.  For example, Ryan from A Test of Wills is basically me without a filter.  A few of the snarky things she has said have come out of my mouth.  Some of the more cutting remarks were not said by me but I did think them. 

Q)What are your upcoming projects?

I am currently working on an erotic romance trilogy.  I hope to finish the first book by the first of August.  If all goes well.


I am also working on the second book in the Wills series and I am tinkering with a novella.  

Blurb
When a witty computer genius purchases a sexy android, she gets the surprise of her life.
Thou shalt not have sex with androids. Yeah, right. Taylor, my sexy android, makes my body tingle and fills my head with illegal thoughts. To hell with the law; I might just have my wicked way with him.

But before I can pursue that train of thought, I'm distracted by the fact that something called Meridian Project just hacked my computer. What the hell?

Encountering a parade of hopeful but clueless ex-boyfriends and a shadowy corporation that is up to no good tests my patience and my self-restraint. I'm determined to get the answers I'm looking for…if I don't kill someone first.

To discover the company's secrets, I will have to reveal my own if I ever want to learn the truth.

Content Warning: contains sex, violence, and liberal use of curse words

Excerpt
"Why are you so quiet, Taylor?" I ask.

"I was thinking. Mike is interesting."

"Yes, he is."

"Do you love him?"

I pull onto the highway before answering. How do you explain love to an android? I would kill for Mike because I care for him, but he's my friend and that love is different than other types of love. I decide to keep it simple. "Yes, I do, but not romantically. We're just very good friends."

Taylor nods and turns to look out the window.

"I do have to apologize for him."

"Why?"

"Because he asked you if you were anatomically correct and fully functional. That's private." I would still love to know the answer, but that would set me up for some sleepless nights.

"That's okay…and I am."

I whip around to stare at Taylor, and he's looking out the window. "You're what?"

He looks at me with those liquid brown eyes. "I am anatomically correct and fully functional."

Time stops for me when I hear those words. I completely forget that I'm driving and lean closer to him. A car horn blares, and I jerk my attention back to the road. Why the hell did I have to bring that up again? I'm already having problems trying to get Taylor off my mind. Now I have to deal with a fully functioning Taylor. Once again, this is a mistake. It is against the law to have sex with an android.

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Biography
Deanne Parker, a voracious reader, is an avid science fiction and romance fan. She decided to meld her two loves and wrote her first novel. By day she is a culinary goddess, and at night she dreams up new ideas to write about. She lives in Colorado with her husband and dog. To contact Deanne, send all correspondence to: DeanneParkerWrites@yahoo.com
 
22 July 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 


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

With this book, the dynamics were clear once the female character—Mara—came to my mind and started talking. I knew exactly how these characters worked, what their motivations were. Normally, the world grows as I write it, and I learn new things as I dig deeper into the world, but with this shifter world was crystal clear.

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

Not really. The characters/ideas normally come to me and I start writing immediately because I don’t want to lose the voice or idea!


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

Yes! This is the first book in the Green Mountain Shifters trilogy. I’m currently finishing up the second book and hope to have it to the publisher by the middle of August.


Q) What are your upcoming projects?


Right now, this is the only book I have scheduled out this year. But I’m hoping book two will be out before the end of the year.

BLURB:
Shifter politics can be a real bitch. 

Mara Kane is a twenty-six year old woman who happens to have bear blood. She can’t shift…yet. But that doesn’t stop Lee Underhill, an exiled bruin, from taking his revenge out on her. After all, it was her father who played the largest role in him being exiled from the Clan and Northeast pack. Lee’s demands are clear—if she isn’t married and mated to a bruin in her clan in three days, she has to marry the bastard’s son. 

The hell with that. 

Ramsey McGregor is the son of her Clan’s alpha, and one day he’ll take his father’s place. When he finds out what Lee is forcing on Mara, he, as well as her father and his, decide to do the only thing they can to keep her with them—marry her to him. No territorial council would ever dispute the union. But can he soothe Mara’s nerves enough to bring on a true mating? Or will the Clan have to fight Lee and his people to keep her with them?


EXCERPT:

Once the two men were out of the room and the door was closed, Angus stepped in front of her, clasping her upper arms gently in his large hands. She had to crane her neck to look up at him, as he was six-foot-seven and she was only five-foot-six. Short for a bear shifter, but her human blood didn’t allow for the usual tallness.

“Not marrying him could mean a war, but we do have options.”

“What would those be, Angus?” she inquired, trying to swallow her anger. He knew it wasn’t directed at him, so she wasn’t worried about the bite in her tone. “I’m a twenty-six-year-old woman—this loophole in the treaty should’ve been taken care of decades ago.”

Regret pinched around his eyes. “I know, and we are working on it—all territories, but it’s a slow process. The alpha women of the Pack Councils have been pushing its importance for years. We just haven’t gotten to it yet.”

Much of the old treaty, which included the wolf and cat shifters, had been changed and updated for the times. But these things took time, especially when the treaties involved six territories, each with their own Pack Council.

Though, cat shifters were in prides, wolves in packs, and bears in clans, Pack Council was just easier to use. The US government preferred it as well—simpler when dealing with the ruling parties.

 “We could fight them, but that would endanger us from the Northwest clans. Or, and this is only if you agree, we marry you to one of our bruins. But, if for any reason you can’t go through with the mating, we’ll have to hold a territorial council meeting and try to force the change in law.”

But that could still lead to the war Lee Underhill knew they didn’t want. There was no choice here—it was marriage to someone she knew, or risk war, because she was not marrying Cole Underhill. Under anycircumstances.

She sighed, most of the anger leaving her on the exhale. Acceptance took its place. “Do I get to choose the bruin?”

Angus’s hands left her, and the kindness in his gaze told her the answer was no.

“It’s best that I choose. As the alpha of the clan, the Northwest Pack Council won’t argue with my choice, nor the choice of your father—my second-in-command and top enforcer.”

Her gaze flicked to her father, who gave a nod. His body language told her to listen to Angus.

“Who did you two choose for me to marry?”

“My son, your future alpha.”

That froze her in place. Ramsey McGregor was a good man, and a great bruin, but he was twenty years her senior and was known to not be interested in marrying. Not that she could blame him. Shifters lived a long time, around two hundred and fifty to three hundred years. He was only forty-six—young, but not unheard of to have a mate.

“But I’m… I’m not a full bear. I may never shift.” She hoped she would one day.

“True, but with what I smelled when you were looking at Cole, I would say it’s more than likely you will. Your bear is strong, Mara, and you are your father’s daughter.” He smiled briefly. “And you are fast becoming one of the top liaisons within the Northeast Pack.”

A liaison to the government, keeping them up to date on the changes in the pack as well as fielding the concerns the government had with the pack. She had a good relationship with the state government—Vermont accepted the shifters with more ease, since they’d been there before it was a state, and had helped form what it presently was. She was also on good terms with her Federal government contacts. She’d never thought that would be her place, but she found she liked navigating those waters.

“Have you talked to him about this?”

“Yes. He’s downstairs with Rayna.”

Angus’s wife, and one hell of a force in terms of being a bear. She’d seen the woman take down shifters twice her size in a matter of minutes.

Rayna had taught her how to stand her ground and fight when needed. She and the two men in the room with her.

“What does he say about this?”

Her father moved to stand beside Angus. “He’s not happy with the Underhills. He was around when we exiled Lee thirty years ago, and saw the upheaval that caused.”

She’d heard about it. Eleven bruins and three women chose to go with Lee, siding with him. They could have stayed, but the trust in them was in tatters and they felt it easier to start over.

She met her father’s blue gaze. “So, he’s okay with marrying me?”

He placed a hand on her cheek. “He feels it’s his place, as an alpha-to-be. But mostly because he agrees that it’s best you marry a bruin who has pull within the Council. A lesser bruin won’t survive a challenge from Lee or Emery, and no one will challenge the marriage of you and the son of an alpha.”

Made sense. She still didn’t like—still hated it—but the choices were limited. It was give Ramsey a chance or risk war. Not much of a choice, really. And she did trust him, wholly. That trust had been won when she was six years old and she’d first seen him shift—he was massive to her then, still was. She remembered fondly how he’d lowered his head to her and she nervously placed her palm against his soft-but-slightly-rough fur. That moment, between bruin and human, had shown her that she was protected by more than just her father in the big, wide world.

That she would always be protected by Ramsey—both the man and the bear.

Looking back to Angus, she asked, “It’s almost midnight now—when do we get married?”




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19 July 2015
Hi Michelle!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly!

Hi there, everyone! I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to introduce my latest release, The Darkness Calls [The Transfigured Ones]. This book is entirely new territory for me. Where most of my works have been ultra-realistic contemporary romance, I wanted to add in a touch of the paranormal here!

I was daydreaming one afternoon, as I'm prone to doing and I wondered what life would be like if we lived in a world where we actually knowingly co-existed with vampires. Not in an overtly us vs. them way like the Sookie Stackhouse series, but in a world where all the fuss had long since died down. What would that universe look like? How would humans and vampires interact? How would they feed? How would they work? Interesting questions, right?

In The Darkness Calls, you'll find answers!

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

It happens in strange ways. Sometimes I'll be sitting in the car and things will just come to me. Other times, a conversation with hubs will shake something loose in my brain. Suddenly I'm typing away furiously in my cell phone. The inspiration for the characters in THIS particular book came from a book I read. The heroine's reaction to the big “I'm a vampire” reveal seemed really off to me. So I started thinking about ways that it could have been plausible. That's how the entire The Transfigured Ones series came about.

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

I try to keep my books as close to real life as I can. There are paranormal elements obviously, but I wanted the characters to feel genuine and true to life. As for what bleeds over into my personal life, some of the characters are loosely based on people I know. In other words, don't make me mad or you may die in my books ;)

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Right now I've got three open series that I'm working on. This series, The Transfigured Ones, focuses on a world where vampires live out in the open with humans. The Darkness Calls is the first in the series. The follow up, Bite Me is my current work in progress. I hope to have that wrapped up by the end of the month.

Diamond and Diamond Private Investigators is a contemporary romantic mystery series about a team of   detectives that are cold as ice undercover and sizzling hot between the sheets. The first two installments are out, and I've got a total of six planned.

The Forsaken Few is about a group of shapeshifters that live outside the bounds of normal shifter society. For whatever reason, they've either been ousted or left their families in search of something different. The first in this series will be out in August or early September.

Blurb:

When Lilly Ferguson narrowly avoids being mugged after work, she's shocked to find that she's gotten the attention of Talan McKenna. He's the sinfully handsome owner of the Foxwood Casino and Spa where she works. There's only one problem, though... 

Talan is one of the Transfigured. Like half a million others across the globe, he possesses a very specific genetic mutation. It leaves him with the inability to age, an aversion to sunlight, and a thirst for human blood. When he learns of Lilly's tragic past, he worries that it's an obstacle he'll never be able to overcome.

Despite her heartbreaking history with the Transfigured, Lilly immediately senses that Talan is different. Where her fears once lay, there's only a sense of peace and comfort. Just as they begin to build a love made to last several lifetimes, a shadowy figure from her past emerges and threatens to destroy everything.



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Excerpt: 

Within ten minutes, she was surrounded by two security officers and a doctor. He gently prodded at the knot on the back of her head, while she held ice against her throbbing cheek. As he started to shine a small flashlight into her eyes, she heard a deep voice in the hallway murmur, 

"Where's the girl? Was she seriously hurt?" 

When he stepped through the door, she realized it was the owner of the casino. She had seen glimpses of him on occasion, but she'd never actually spoken to him. His eyes swept the room and landed on her. 

She blinked in surprise as he knelt down next to the doctor, so he was eye level. His eyes settled on the bag of ice she held against her face. He didn't speak. The small tic in his cheek was the only reason she could visibly tell that he was upset. Otherwise, his facial expression gave away nothing. His voice was devoid of any emotion when he spoke. "Miss..." he paused, prompting her for her name. 

"Lilly. Lilly Ferguson." 

He nodded and continued, "Miss Ferguson. You're okay?" 

She winced. "I hit my head. He hit me in the face. Otherwise, I'm fine." 

His eyes swept over her, as if he was trying to verify for himself. His eyes took in her bag. The strap had a tear, but for the most part it was still intact. 

Lilly followed his line of sight and took in the torn bag. "That was a casualty of war, too, I guess," she said with a smirk. 

A slight smile curved his lips as he said, "I'm sorry for your loss. I'm surprised you didn't just give it to him, though." 

"I'm not willing to part with what little I own, Mr. McKenna," she answered honestly. 

He nodded as if he understood. 

Lilly stared blankly at him. She had serious difficulty thinking he'd be able to relate to her in any way. He was one of the Transfigured. Rich as Croesus, he owned the casino, and was a huge power player among his kind. 

Her thoughts must have been written all over her face because he said, "I've had almost five hundred years to become who I am, Little One. I can still remember when I had nothing. When I was nothing. I admire your spirit." 

She swallowed, uncertain. 

"Will you be okay to drive home?" he asked. 

The doctor cut in from the other side of the security office. She hadn't even realized that he'd moved. He said, "I wouldn't recommend it, Mr. McKenna. She needs to rest in a dark, quiet room at the very least for the next eight hours. She's showing signs of a mild concussion." 

"Very well," he said, addressing the doctor. He turned to face her and said, "Someone from the hotel will ensure that you get home safely." 

"But," she asked. "What about my car?" 

"It can be delivered to you. When do you work next?" 

She blinked, trying to fight the fuzziness in her mind, and said, "Tomorrow afternoon." 

He shook his head and said, "We'll reassign your shifts for the next two days. Take the time off." 

"Thank you," Lilly said. She couldn't imagine doing much of anything except laying under her blankets, if her head persisted in feeling like this. 

"Keys," he prompted. 

She picked them up, then she winced as there was dried blood caked on the car key. She gingerly removed it from the ring and said, "Sorry. It may need a rinse. I managed to gouge him a couple of times." 

His eyes widened incredulously for a moment before he reached out and took the key from her. 

He didn't seem to have an aversion to the bloody key. It was, she supposed, his meal of choice. A slow smile, a genuine one, pulled across his face. He said, "Yes, Miss Ferguson, I do admire your spirit." 

About Michelle: 

Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she's not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she's probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book. 

In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels. 



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08 July 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

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

Loud music and rainy days!  I have a play list simply titled “writing” that has everything from Swedish death metal to One Direction that I play to get me into the mood to write.  I search Pinterest for pictures related to whatever piece I’m working on and pin them to an inspiration board.  For me, both visual and auditory prompts help me get in the mood to write.  And, in the end, a gloomy, rainy day is the perfect time to settle down and be creative!


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

Yes!  The Lazarus Society is going to be (at least) a trilogy following archeological digs/ghost encounters that Madison works.  They won’t be limited to the American Civil War, but will branch out into other areas and time periods.  I’m writing them as a series, but since they will be about vastly different areas, they would work as standalones as well.


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

Real life always influences my writing.  In With Me Now, I based a lot of Liam’s quirks and manner of speech on the guy who sat on the other side of my work cube wall.  The Lazarus Society series is about archeologists and, in reality, I’ve only spent about two days out of my life volunteering on an archeological dig.  Those two days, though, inspired my book!

I don’t think you should limit yourself to only “writing what you know” but I use what I know, what I’ve experienced, and even the way I talk, into my writing.  The rest I just research until my fingers go numb!


Q) What are your upcoming projects? 


I am working on the sequel for With Me Now and another paranormal/murder mystery.  My upcoming release is a historical fiction titled Anything You Ask of Me about the American Civil War.  It will be released on August 4, 2015 as a hardcover and an ebook.

More About Heather...

1.        Are you a pantser or a plotter?  I’m definitely a pantser.  I can probably count on one hand (with fingers left over) the amount of times I’ve plotted out my books.  I think it reminds me too much of forced outline writing in college!  I like to just sit down with music and write until I stop.  Or fall asleep (FYI: kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk does not count as novel writing, haha).
2.       What authors have inspired you to write?  I am inspired by the passion and commitment of JK Rowling and her ability to create entire worlds with their own laws, rules, games, and forces or good an evil.  Robert A. Heinlein inspires me with the foresight and creativity he showed science fiction in 1950s and 1960s.  And, of course, George R.R. Martin inspires me with this spunk, sass, and commitment to writing the way he wants to write.
3.       How important are names to you in your book?  For me, naming a character is like naming a child.  You’re going to be with this person for the entirety of your book/series.  Try going outside and yelling the character name over and over again.  If you don’t get sick of it, that’s the name you should go with.  This is also how my husband and I named our second child.
4.       Is there a certain type of scene that’s hard for you to write?  I’m bad with sex scenes.  For the sex scene in the first historical novel I wrote, I couldn’t even bring myself to look at the screen while I typed. 
5.       What is With Me Now about?  With Me Now is about Madison Monroe, a college student on her first archeological dig.  She’s working in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, and finds something buried on the battlefield she didn’t expect to find.
6.       How much research did you do?  I’ve been Civil War reenacting since 2001 and met my husband at Gettysburg, so I’m very familiar with every nook and cranny of the battlefield.  In 2004, my husband and I were volunteers at Harpers Ferry National Historical Park in the living history department.  For approximately two days, I worked on an archeological dig and, from that, this novel was born.  Most of the research I did was archeological terminology and techniques of speaking/interacting with ghosts.
7.       What writing advice do you have for aspiring authors?  Never quit.  It’s too easy to get frustrated: with writing, editing, submitting, rejection.  If this is what you want, work for it!  Believe in your idea and your writing.
8.       What are you working on now?  Right now, I’m working on the sequel to With Me Now, toying around with two other paranormal romances, and one historical.  There’s always another Chapter 1!
9.       And finally, two just for fun:  If you wrote a book about yourself, what would the title be? Probably something along the lines of, “So this happened….”
10.   What are five adjectives you feel describe you?  Loving, nerdy, awkward, rambunctious, and groovy


Blurb

Madison Monroe is an anthropology prodigy.  She’s poised to graduate with a double major.  She’s published in scholarly journals and archeology magazines.  With limited field experience, the crowning jewel for her graduate school application is an upcoming dig in Normandy.

And she just got arrested for underage drinking.

Less than a month before she turns twenty-one.

Now, instead of taking part in her dream dig, she’s kicked off the crew and barely escapes academic probation.  Her only option for her application is a routine archeological survey in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.

Once in Gettysburg, though, the “simple” dig isn’t exactly what it seems.  Madison can feel a presence watching her and can hear voices of the dead calling from the battlefield.  And, when she discovers a long buried secret at the Spangler Farm, she inadvertently sets off a chain of events that will put everything—including her life—on the line.

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Excerpt

The hot water and steam of the shower was relaxing, enough to kick the butterflies in her stomach into submission.  Her muscles ached.  The tendons and ligaments in her upper shoulders and back throbbed as if she’d been moving heavy furniture all week instead of throwing her weight against the screen sifter.  It was just another brutal reminder that, although she was thin, she was pathetically out of shape. 
She stood under the unrelenting water, craning her neck from side to side in an attempt to work the muscles loose.  Maybe Mike could crack her back for her.  She smirked.  Now that was a pickup line she’d have to remember: say, care to get on top and crack my back? 
Once the conditioner was rinsed out of her hair, she turned the faucet off and reached for a towel.  Her hair was getting long. It seemed like she’d need to use two or three of the thin, white hotel towels to sop up the excess water.  No matter, she could resort to using the room’s hair dryer and, in forty-five minutes or so, the feeble little machine might get her hair dry.  Damn it, of all the things to leave at home.  She hadn’t planned on needing to look as attractive and desirable as humanly possible. If she had, she’d have brought along a better selection of makeup.
She towel dried her hair enough to keep water from trickling down her back, and then wrapped another towel around her body.  It was a good thing she’d done a load of laundry the previous day. Not that she had “date” quality outfits with her, but she was fully aware which pair of jeans accentuated her curves the best.  She pulled on a red vintage style t-shirt emblemized with a grayed out Union Jack. It was casual and cute, though she was reasonably sure her clothes were the last thing on his mind.
The steam from the small bathroom had filtered out into the sink area, fogging up the mirror and giving everything a generally damp feeling.  She wiped her hand across the condensation covered mirror. In the unobstructed reflection she could see a figure, a man, standing directly behind her.
She bit back a shriek and jerked around.  There was no one there; the room was empty.
“Shit.”  The words felt as if they bubbled out of her throat, pushed out by her rapid heartbeat.  She gripped the countertop with one hand to steady herself.  The reflection in the mirror was clear and crisp.  It wasn’t a shadow or the light playing on the steam from the shower. It was a man.  It was him, the man who’d been watching her for days.  He’d stood and watched her at the Spangler Farm.  He’d breathed on the back of her neck, whispered in her ear as she worked in the test pit.
Now he was in her room.
 Madison swallowed hard, peering into the main section of the hotel room.  It was empty.  Nothing was out of place, no one was watching her from any corner of the room; yet, she didn’t feel completely alone.  He was still there.
Her hand faltered on the countertop and she sank backward, half sitting, half leaning against the sink.  The air in the room felt soupy and stale.  Gooseflesh rippled down her still damp arms and across her back.  What in Christ’s name did he want from her?
She felt him next to her, his breath on her shoulder.  Please.
Could he hear her when she spoke to him?  It was worth a try.  “I’m not sure I know how to help you.”
              But she knew someone who did.



Heather Hambel Curley is a 2004 graduate of Robert Morris University, graduating magna cum laude with a degree in Communications.  She’s been writing since the fourth grade, but didn’t get serious with writing until she’s reached her thirtieth birthday (metabolism went down, determination to write went up!).  With Me Now is her debut novel.  Her historical fiction novel, Anything You Ask of Me will be released in August 2015.

Heather currently resides in Western Pennsylvania with her husband and two songs.  When she’s not writing or working as a disability claims analyst at an insurance company, she enjoys traveling and training to run 5ks.  She also enjoys white wine, One Direction, and getting tattoos.

Links
Twitter: @Heather_Curley


 
05 July 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 


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

Emmett Radcliffe is one of the Weathermen and we met him book one – An Appetite For Blackmail. Liane is a new employee of his, and I wanted the dynamics to be explosive and possessive on Emmett’s side, but unsure on Liane’s. Both characters lost something from people they loved. Emmett never had his parents’ approval, and Liane lost her husband and infant daughter before everyone was forced to move underground. Each one needs to come to terms with those losses before they can love one another.

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

Oh yes! This is book two of The Weathermen. The year is 2124 and something has gone terribly wrong with The Madeline Project. Designed to control weather, the computer program is now functioning on its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. Earth’s surface is bombarded with unpredictable, spontaneous severe storms. If you’re not underground, you have little chance of survival.

Several teams of storm chasers from all over the planet risk their lives trying to collect data during the storms, in the hopes it will help researchers shut down the program. Meanwhile, a group of men work behind the scenes controlling all of Earth’s communications systems. They have the power and the money to keep the Storm Troopers supplied with equipment and the latest technology, and they will stop at nothing to find the hackers responsible for sending The Madeline Project rogue.

Ruthless, greedy, and powerful, these men were at the top of the communications industry when The Madeline Project turned into a nightmare, and they still run their empires. Living underground hasn’t changed anything for them. It’s only increased their supremacy and reputation. They call themselves The Weathermen…

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


Nearly everyone I’ve ever known has made it into the personality of a character, at least in part. Otherwise, most of what I write has never happened to me, but some of it has happened to people I know.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?


There are twelve books in The Weathermen series, and I’m currently finishing up book four. I have a free read planned for submission to Evernight that is a follow up to Snowbound, and I have two series in outline form. One is a contemporary series and the other is a paranormal series.
OBSESSION BY DESIGN -The Weathermen 2
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BLURB

On her first day working for Emmett Radcliffe, President of Radcliffe Software and Web Design, Liane Peyton learns that Emmett hired her not only for her design skills, but for her coding abilities. Liane finds herself building a secret database for Emmett and his friends, but saving the planet isn’t Emmett’s only obsession. He has his sights set on Liane, and he will stop at nothing to have her.

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

They call themselves the Weathermen…


ADULT EXCERPT

She pushed her hips against his erection and moved her tongue over his, imitating his movements. She needed this man inside her right now or she was going to die from desire. Was that possible? It had to be, because she’d never felt such intense longing.

His mouth still on hers, he backed her up against the sideboard and then released the kiss. “Turn around.”

Once again, she obeyed without hesitation. Emmett leaned her over the furniture. He tugged her hair until her head was back, and then he licked her neck. “I’m going to fuck you, Liane. And you’re going to take it.”

She cried out in pleasure as he moved his other hand over her ass, giving each cheek a couple of hard smacks. The dress wasn’t thick, and it stung, but she absolutely adored it. He let go of her hair and pushed the dress up, revealing her ass. “Oh yes. I knew you had a nice one.” His hands caressed her cheeks, moving down the backs of her thighs and up her lower back. “You are exquisite.”

Liane didn’t answer him. She couldn’t. All she could do was close her eyes and absorb the sensations. Never had she been taken like this. This was heady and raw. It sent her emotions spiraling out of control and her arousal to places it had never gone.

He told her to spread her legs a bit, and then he slipped a finger into her ass crack and underneath to her throbbing clit, over and over, until she pushed back against him and writhed against his touch. “Please…” she whispered.

His lips grazed her neck. “Please what?”

“Oh…”

Emmett slid a finger between her moist folds and Liane cried out again as fresh desire raced through her. “You are soaking wet.”

“I can’t help it. You did that to me.”

“Mmmm… I can’t wait to taste it.”

Her exhale came out in a shudder, and when he pushed his other hand into the opening at the front of the dress and placed it over her left breast, she began to whimper. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger while she shook her head back and forth, silently begging for release.

“I wonder how these taste.”

“Please.”

“Tell me what you want, Liane. In detail. Or I won’t do anything more than I’m doing right now for the entire night.”

How the hell did he have this kind of control? Was he human?

“I want you to make love to me.”

He chuckled, and shivers ran up and down her spine. Emmett gave her nipple a squeeze, and the tiny jolt of electricity it sent straight to her clit forced a loud moan from her. “You’re going to have to do better than that, gorgeous. Come on. Use your imagination.”

Shit. He was going to torture her with sex. “Okay. I want you to lick that.”

Another squeeze, this one tighter. She cried out again. “That what? Use real names. Come on, Liane. You’re a grown women with a lush body. Own it. Tell me what you want me to do to every square inch of it.”

“Spank me more. I loved that. And lick my nipples. And suck them. Please.”

“Good girl.” His hand moved to the other breast, where he proceeded to tease it in the same way. Then he slipped a long finger into her pussy, slowly, while she let out a long moan. “Don’t stop. Tell me more. What else do you want me to do to you?”

“Fuck me. With your tongue, your fingers, and your dick.”

“Good girl. Very good.” He moved his finger in and out gently, and the movement sent shock waves straight to her clit. She was going to come. No doubt about it.

“I can’t think anymore.”

He kissed her neck. “Yes you can.”

“You mentioned tying me to your bed.”

“Yes, I did.” That voice! It washed over her until no other sound existed. “Tell me about that. What do you picture when you think about it?”

“I’ve always had fantasies.”

He moaned softly as he continued playing with her nipple and her pussy. “Is that true? Tell me about them. Please, Liane.”

The realization this was turning him on just as much sent her excitement level through the roof. “I want you to tie me down and spank me, and then fuck me silly. Fuck me until neither one of us can breathe.”

“Oh my God. You shall have your wish, beautiful lady. But first, if I don’t get inside that hot, wet pussy I’m going to come in my pants.”

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02 July 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Hi! Thanks for having me here to talk about Sexy to Go, Volume 6!

Q) Is this part of a series?  If so, tell us about it!
Yes! Sexy to Go is a multi-author collaboration. We’re putting out a new boxed set of sexy stories each month.

Each volume contains a little something for everyone. You’ll find everything from contemporary to paranormal to BDSM to m/m to billionaires to geeks to ghosts to shifters. There’s even a leprechaun in Volumes 3 and 4.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
Occasionally, I’ll add scenes in my books that came directly from experiences I’ve had. For example, in Belize Nights, the heroine snorkels with sharks. I did that once!

Q) What are your upcoming projects?
Right now, I’m working on part 2 of my Sexy to Go, Volume 6 story, First Class. It’ll be out in STG 7 around the end of July.

Also, I plan to write a sequel to Alpha’s Vixen, my fox shifter story, which will appear in Evernight Publishing’s Bad Alpha anthology in August. Very excited about this one. It’s the first shifter story I’ve written.

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First Class by Jocelyn Dex
Shay is terrified to fly, but when a sexy-as-sin man sits next to her in first class, he provides a distraction that changes her outlook on flying and leaves her longing for more.

Love or Money by Shiloh Saddler
After being attacked, Daniel owes Dr. Abrams a lot for saving his life and nursing him back to health. Only the doctor asks for a night with his lover, James, as payment. Could this destroy their relationship or open a new door?

Command Performance by Sorcha Mowbray
Can a billionaire playboy take charge of a headstrong ballerina or will she lead him a merry chase before dancing off into the sunset?

On the Sly, Part 1 by Leigh Ellwood
It's 1989, and somebody is attacking gay man in Archer Beach. Officer Jeremy Truman is determined to find the assailant, and protect Colin.

Geek Overboard, #1 by Kathryn Lively
Dumped at the last minute by her boyfriend, Natalie is stuck on a cruise ship with hundreds of sci-fi fans. She intends to make the most of it...maybe that handsome man by the pool can help.

Pleasured by a Ghost by Haley Whitehall
Confederate soldier Randal Hartford promised his intended he’d wed her after the war and make her dreams come true. Killed at the Battle of Shiloh, he returns in ghostly form. Although not the reunion she expected, he fulfills her every fantasy.

Daylight (48 Hours #3) by Sofia Grey
Joel is happily falling in love with his new boyfriend, Anton, so why is he attracted to Anton’s female roommate? He doesn’t do girls any more – especially not when he has everything he wants in Anton.

Unburied Hatchet by Eva Lefoy
The pack’s move is delayed by a double childbirth. Afterward, Casi experiences her first shift, but on return home, discovers a brutal attack on the pack will separate her from everyone she loves.

Dreamwalker: Dream Date by Pamela Moran
Dreamwalker Lee Jacobs needs answers to who shot him, to who wanted him dead. Can a dream date with sexy Dr. Brynn Keegan, a researcher at the Lucid Dream Center, help him find the answers? Or will that date only lead to murder?

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07 June 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 
Well, thank you. It’s great to be here.


Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters? From experience and research.


Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
I’m a plotter so I like to have an outline before I start writing a novel. Although it rarely ever turn out the way I originally plan. The characters have a mind of their own.


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

Probably Danielle Steel, she was a favorite of mine growing up and still is. One of my all time favorite books is Jewels. No matter how many times I read it I always cry every single time.




Broken Survivor
by
Jennifer Labelle


Holly Hewitt is a survivor…
After witnessing her mother’s murder, Hollywas returned to her abusive father. Resorting to drugs and alcohol, she ends uplanding herself in foster care, where she is separated from her sister andutterly alone.
Zander Harrison is the light to her darkness…
Zander is young, athletic, and carefree, withthe support of a loving family. But when Holly is placed in foster care withhis brother’s in-laws, she turns his world upside down.
He’s driven to protect her, and to show herthe past has made her strong, life is worth living, and love is worth fightingfor. If only he can convince her to trust him and stop resisting their mutualattraction.
Butsometimes even love isn’t enough to heal a shattered soul.
And allthe hard work in the world can’t save…
A brokensurvivor.
AUTHOR BIO
Jennifer Labelle resides in Canada with herhusband and three beautiful children. After her third child she became a stayat home mom. In her busy household Jennifer likes to spend her down timeengrossed in the stories that she creates. She is an active reader of romance,mystery and anything paranormal. With an education in Addictions work she'sdecided to take a less stressful approach in life and hopes that you enjoy, asshe shares some of her imagination with all of you.

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Excerpt
Pink and orange hues filled the sky with awarm beauty while the sun set. Holly wrapped her arms around herself and liftedher face toward the sky to soak in the last few moments of the sun before thechill of the night descended upon them. This was definitely not going to be aneasy talk to get through. She just hoped they’d both be okay when it wasdone.  Zander stepped up behind her, andshe felt the heat of his body before he wrapped his arms around her frombehind. The way she was drawn to him made her wonder if he had a magnetic pull,and it kind of scared her a little bit. Holly tried to enjoy the view as theywere silent for a few moments.
“As much as I hate to let go, I think maybe weshould sit so we can finally talk,” Zander said.
 Shehesitated a moment before taking his hand while they walked back to his houseand sat beside each other on the patio. Thisis it.
“First, I want to clear up earlier,” Zandersaid. “She was just a friend, nothing more. She has only ever been a friend.”He lifted their linked hands and kissed the top of hers.
“This isn’t any of my business, but does sherealize that? I got the impression there was much more than a friendshipthere.” Holly held her breath and didn’t exhale until after he answered her.
“Not for a really long time, and we were nevera couple.” His posture slumped. “Before today, I hadn’t heard from her inmonths. She just showed up out of the blue, but I swear nothing happened.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Holly shiftedto face him. “So you and she were friends with benefits a while ago. I have toadmit I didn’t like seeing you with her, but I don’t have any right to be mad.We’re taking things slow, remember?”
“That’s just the thing. I want to be with you,Hol. As in, I’d be staking my claim. You’d be my girlfriend, exclusive.”
“I’m actually kind of glad you said that. I’verecently figured out that I’m not made for casual.” She bit her lip nervously.“I don’t even care about your friend anymore because I sort of have some hugenews, which throws going slow out the window anyway. That is, if you don’tfreak out and feel like you want nothing to do with me after this.”
“Okay, now you’re making me nervous,” he jokednervously and playfully nudged her with his shoulder. “What’s up?”
“You probably should be.” Holly smiled weaklyand then exhaled long and hard. “I didn’t want a relationship when you cameinto the picture, and I didn’t want to care for someone so much. But then thereyou were all sweet, caring, and persistent and screwed up my original plans. Solet’s get that out there.” She smiled and leaned into him. Her head lay on hisshoulder and she looked up at him needing to be close. “That’s the best part bythe way because I’m glad I’ve let you in. I care for you a lot. I’ve messed up,though. We both have. Do you remember the night at my sister’s?”
“How could I forget?” His eyes lit up and shesnorted.
“It was a good night, huh?” She licked herlips just thinking about it. “Well, I haven’t been feeling like myself lately,so Lauren decided to take me to get a checkup…”
“O-okay, you were sick and…?” Zander’s browsscrunched together in confusion, but as if he sensed her discomfort, he gaveher a quick reprieve to pull herself together before she had to spit out thebig news. He captured her mouth. His soft, plump lips caressed hers, then hemoved to nip and suck on her bottom lip. His tongue coaxed her mouth openfarther, and she tasted his mutual arousal as he probed the slit of her mouthwith his tongue. One of her hands fisted in his shirt and held him closer,while the other massaged his nape and into his hair. They both moaned in theheat of the moment, and she could feel his chest rise and fall more rapidlybefore he pulled away.
“God, I’ve missed this,” he said. “You getsick again and I’m coming over with some chicken soup and taking care of you.
“That sounds amazing.” She smirked. “I’vemissed you too.” Holly shifted so that she was facing him now and rested herforehead against his while they caught their breath.
“Don’t go home yet. Call Lauren and let’srecreate that night.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
“You are such a goofball. As tempting as thatsounds, I need to finish what I was saying before you distract me too much.”She gave him a quick peck on the lips and leaned back.
“But the distraction is so good. I can’t helpmyself.” He lifted a sexy, dark eyebrow in question. “Can we fool around a bitwhile you talk? I’m a great multitasker.”
“I’ll tell you what, if after I tell youeverything I need to, you still want to fool around or more, then yes, we’ll goinside your place and I’ll make it worth your while.” She wiggled her browsback at him and smiled as she caressed the side of his face. I just hope I don’t ruin things first.
“Deal.”
“Lauren might not be too happy if she findsout the truth.”
“Really?” He looked at her in shock. “I findthat hard to believe after her and Shelby practically pushed us together.” Hesmiled and kissed the back of her hand. “Remind me to thank them for that oneday.”
 “Ireally hope you still feel that way after you hear what I have to say.”
“Quit stalling and just tell me already.”
“So you know I haven’t been feeling welllately, but what you don’t know is why she’s been on my case. She had someconcerns that drove her to take me to the doctor in the first place.” Sheleaned way back in her chair and closed her eyes.
“Is she still hung up about the newapartment?”
“In a way, I guess, but right now what’sbothering her is her assumption that I might be pregnant.” She peeked in hisdirection to gauge his reaction.
He stiffened a bit on the seat next to her andsat straighter. “Wait, what?”

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27 May 2015
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 at a book conference in Germany and a bunch of us were talking about zombies. One of the people was a male model who was regaling us with tales of his stripping debuts, and we were howling with laughter. Somehow strippers and zombies got mixed up in the conversation, and Kris Alice, a friend of mine, told me I absolutely had to write the story. After that, it was all downhill – or uphill? At any rate, it took off from there!

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

The series is called M.U.C.I., or Mutant and Undead Criminal Investigation. It's ultra secret, so everyone knows about it, especially the people living in the huge trailer park right next to it. In this parallel universe, in a city reminiscent of New Orleans, mutants and undead live alongside humans. Rare and discreet, they are nonetheless required to register with the Mutant and Undead Branch of Interpol to get passports and social security, (pink cards for vamps, yellow cards for shifters, and purple cards for zombies...).  At MUCI (or moosie as it's fondly called), a dedicated bunch of humans, undead and mutants work hard to keep everything running smoothly and keeping everyone more or less within the law.

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

I'm lucky, I don't have to dream about that - right now I'm in the middle of brainstorming with a good writer friend, Brandon Rucker. We've been in contact for many years now, starting with the old Zoetrope online writing workshop! We've decided to do a project together, and so, for now, we are tossing ideas back and forth like tennis balls all the while trying to juggle our jobs, our families and our writing – honestly, there are not enough hours in a day!


Q) What are your upcoming projects?


Well, my immediate goal is to finish the third book in the M.U.C.I. series, and also to finish a YA book I started called the Road to Eternity, hopefully it won't be an eternity before it's finished. Brandon and I are also keen on doing a book together (or several books) but for now, the story is still in the outline stage, and we're still arguing about who gets to start it, - lol. I usually have three or four ideas simmering, and I always have a book in hand or in my purse (I carry my e-book reader with me everywhere) because I am a voracious reader. Reading good books is one of my best inspirations for writing!

JACK THE STRIPPER by Jennifer Macaire

Thank you having me here! I’m so excited to be sharing my book JACK THE STRIPPER with you! 
Jack's back from the dead. His mission? Catch the Heart Taker, a mutant terrifying human and undead alike. Jack teams up with his ex-girlfriend Brianna and a hot zombie named May to catch the killer – but he has to hurry, the Heart Taker has chosen Brianna as his next victim.

Blurb

Welcome to The Purple Dee. Pull up a chair and get settled in, the show will start soon!

Our featured performer tonight is Jack the Stripper. He's Jack Severn, newly back from the dead. He's magical, he's hot, but evil he's not!

Jim Ling-Li, Necromancer extraordinaire, brought him back to life, gave him some extra features, and, as you'll see, made him irresistible --

Especially to Jack's ex-girlfriend Brianna. Jack's sexier than ever, and they're better together. But she doesn't want to risk her heart, not again, and definitely not with a zombie.

Jack also has a mission. He's back to catch the Heart Taker, the mutant that's been terrifying human and undead alike. His current obsession's none other than Jack's Brianna.

So give a big hand for Jack...he's going to need all the support he can get to catch his own murderer.

*Jack the Stripper was origianally published by Loose Id as "Zombie Jack". It has been re-edited and re-issued by Evernight Publishing.

Excerpt:
His arm fell off again. The first time it happened, he’d been holding a heavy suitcase. A woman noticed and let out a horrified scream. He looked down. The suitcase lay on the ground, his hand still gripping it.
“Ahhhh!” he screamed too. Suddenly everyone in the bus station was either screaming or running. Panicked, he grabbed his arm, first having to pry his fingers off the suitcase, and fled.
With the bus station far behind him, he slowed down and tried to take stock of his situation. He was lost. His arm had fallen off. Well, it could be worse. At least he hadn’t lost it. He took his shirt halfway off and popped his arm back into its socket—getting it backwards the first time.
It was so bizarre. His arm was like part of a toy that popped in and out of its socket. A strange, magnetic, magical effect held it together. At least he didn’t feel any pain and it wasn’t too gross once you got used to seeing bare bone and muscle. No blood. No pain. No suitcase—he’d left it in the bus station. No clean clothes. A raindrop landed on his nose. Then the sky opened up and let down a deluge. Great.
Hunching his shoulders against the rain, he hurried down the street. A sort of whispered tingle ran through his body, urging him this way and that. It was the same sort of tingling pull that made him go to the bus station. It had led him this far—he might as well follow it to see where he’d end up. The mysterious force coursing through his body tugged him along, and then spun him around and pushed him into a dark, narrow alleyway.
He looked around. At one end of the alley was a dumpster. At the other end was the quiet street where he’d arrived. He knew where he was. Things were starting to fall into place.
He waited a few minutes, but no one had followed him. He sighed, and went to the green door. He tried the handle, but it was locked, and when he pulled it, his arm fell off again.
Depression and dismay rolled over him. He bent down, picked up his arm, and put it back in place. Nothing was going right. He kept hoping he’d wake up from the nightmare he found himself in, but it wasn’t happening. He was dead, and he had no place to go except here. Timidly, he rapped on the green door. No one answered, so he knocked harder, and then, when the door remained shut, he made a fist and pounded with all his might.
After a few moments it opened and a man with long blond hair down to his waist peered out at him. The man rubbed bloodshot blue eyes, yawned, and then said, “You’re too early for the audition. It won’t be for another couple hours.” With that, he shut the door in Jack’s face.
Audition? Jack blinked, backed up, and looked more carefully at the green door. Taped to the door was a sign. “Auditions. All day Sunday.”
He rapped on the door again, and the blond man opened it. He looked cross. “Look man, it says starting at 2 p.m.”
“It says all day Sunday,” said Jack. “Is today Sunday?”
“Of course.” The blond man looked perplexed. “All day Sunday? Let me see that.” He stepped out and examined the sign. “Right.” He looked at Jack. “Wait a minute.” He went inside. A minute later he was back with a felt-tipped pen. Carefully, he blacked out the “All day” and wrote, “Starting at 2 p.m.”. Putting the top back on the pen he nodded. “Better.”
“Could I wait inside?” Jack asked. “It’s raining.”
The blond man had been about to shut the door. He scratched his head then shrugged. “All right. You can wait in the lounge. Follow me.”
Gratefully, Jack entered the building where he was pretty sure he’d been killed.

Review: 
"...The story is really enjoyable as Ms Macaire deliciously brings on the zany dark humor in a manner that really appeals to the fan of the macabre in me. The humor is not too overpowering or too farcical 

- just enough to keep me laughing. There is already a beautiful kind of poetry in the premise, what with a hero who lacks a heart, but is in love, and who is supposed to be dead but ends up a hero instead. The story doesn't disappoint in delivering a fun Tim Burton kind of romantic adventure where I am concerned."

~ Mrs Giggles eBook review of Zombie Jack (Loose Id edition)

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Jennifer Macaire lives in France with her husband, three children, & various dogs & horses. She loves cooking, eating French chocolate, growing herbs and flowering plants on her balcony, and playing golf. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St. Peter and Paul high school in St. Thomas and moved to NYC where she modeled for five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories. 

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21 May 2015
NOW AVAILABLE!

When Dove Cries (Book 3 Red Wolves MC)


John Draven is vice president of the Red Wolves Motorcycle Club.  While on a special run, he meets FBI Agent Cadence Vanaker again.  Cade is the man who killed his cousin five years ago and the one man he hates more than anything, but now he’s forced to work with him to take down a human trafficking ring operating in his hometown.

Cade wants more than anything to tell Draven that he wasn’t the one who killed his cousin, but he can’t reveal the truth so he has to live with Draven’s hate.  When the two men find a woman half dead and bound with zip ties, they both feel a need to protect her.


Dove Aldrin is a sensitive young woman who had been abducted and held prisoner for a long time.  When she escapes, she falls into the path of two men determined to help her and find the man responsible.  What she didn’t count on was falling for both of them.  How can she pick one over the other, especially when they can’t stand each other?  

**Each book in the series is interracial menage.



Slowly, awareness fluttered back to Dove. First, there were noises. The gentle swish of the air conditioning. The hum of a machine. Then came the antiseptic cleanliness of the air. Finally, she felt the stiff bleached sheets tucked in around her. She cracked her eyelids. A white room and light green curtain. A hospital. It meant she was rescued. She was safe.
She shifted her gaze and saw her angel reclined in a chair next to the bed. His arms lay crossed over his massive chest and his booted feet were crossed at the ankles. His chin rested on his chest as he dozed, and she was afraid he was going to wake up with a painful crick.
Draven. Was that his first or last name?
She took a moment to study him, admiring his sandy blond hair that hung a little long over his collar. She vaguely remembered he had pretty blue eyes. He wore a black leather vest over a white T-shirt that looked as if it had seen better days. On the upper left-hand side, she read the name of his motorcycle club, The Red Wolves, and under that was a patch that said V. President. She didn’t know anything about motorcycle clubs or motorcycles in general. In fact, her father had warned her not to get too close to the rough men who lived the biker life. They were trouble, he’d said. Clearly, her father had been wrong, because this man sitting next to her bed was her angel, her savior, and she was going to stick by his side the rest of her life. If that meant living among bikers, so be it.
At that moment, the door opened and another biker walked in wearing black leather with a satchel that hung diagonally across his body. His leather vest had a patch that said Nomad. He was just as tall as her angel, although his body seemed a little suppler in its strength. Silver shot through his dark, cropped hair, and the puppy dog brown eyes that met her gaze made her belly quiver with attraction, even in her weakened state. He carried two cups of coffee and halted when he saw that she was awake. A small smile graced his lips, and a dimple popped up in his left cheek that softened his harsh countenance. She returned the smile and watched as he made his way to the other side of her bed where an empty chair waited. He set the coffees down upon the C-arm table that hugged the bed over her legs.
“Hello,” he whispered.
“Hello,” she whispered back.
“I’m Cadence, but call me Cade—Cade Vanaker. You probably don’t remember me, but I was there yesterday with John.”
“John?”
Cade nodded toward the sleeping man on the other side of her bed. “John Draven. What’s your name?”
“Dove Aldrin.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Dove, although it’s crappy circumstances.”
She flinched at the memories of the circumstances. “He won’t find me, will he? He won’t hurt me again?”
Cade slowly reached out and took her hand in his. He caressed the soft skin right above where the white gauze ended with his thumb. The soft attraction fluttering in her belly blossomed through the rest of her body.
“I promise you, he won’t hurt you again. He’s dead, Dove. That’s why you were forgotten in that shit hole.”

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17 May 2015


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

Hi Beth! Thanks so much for having me.

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

This story was originally written for an anthology call of Evernights for MF stories that were ‘strength vs innocence’ themed. I submitted it at 6500 words to have a reply saying to please redo and resubmit because the story deserved to be longer. It’s now over 24K so I’m pretty sure the editors were right J

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

A little bit I suppose. I try not to write about my own life or things I’ve experienced, but love, sex and human emotions are the common thread that draws us all together, so its impossible for me not to have put some of me in my books.

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

Personally I love Shannon West. She writes mostly m/m and I LOVE her werewolf series. Her characters are loveable, her world building believable and the sex… amazing!

Q) What are your upcoming projects?


I’m working on the third MFM Perfect Pairs book which is a Canadian mountain lion shifter series.

Her one and only Dom
By Tamsin Baker

Blurb:
Simone graduated from university with three important things: her degree, her virginity still intact, and a case of unrequited love to make life complete. Her professor, Patrick Smythe is everything she wants in a man. 

After building up the courage to ask him out at the graduation ball, she is mortified when he rejects her. Six months later, her best friend drags her along to a BDSM club and Simone realizes why the sexy professor gave her the brush off. He’s a Dom at the club.
 

Patrick has never found a woman who can fulfil all of his needs in and out of the bedroom. Simone wants to be this woman, but can she succeed when they come from such different worlds?

Excerpt:
“Tell me more about why you haven’t dated before, Simone.”
She smiled and kept his gaze, no fear showing in her eyes. “I dated Patrick, a few people throughout high school and uni.”
Anger and a small amount of fear spread through his belly. She had lied to him? “You told me you didn’t.”
She chuckled softly and picked up a piece of garlic bread.
“I told you I was a virgin, and I was. I have barely let anyone do more than kiss me. So stop looking at me like that.”
Throwing in the towel so to speak, amazed at his lack of control with this woman, he poured more wine into his glass.
“I think I’m jealous that anyone has touched you.”
She laughed at that and he felt heat fill his cheeks. That would teach him for being honest.
She reached across the table, taking some of the sting out of her laugh with the squeeze of her hand on his.
“I didn’t mean to laugh honey, but seriously? You’ve probably slept with more people than you can count and you’re jealous just because I kissed a few guys?”
Patrick smiled, guilty as charged. “Are you telling me I’m being a hypocrite?”
She laughed again and ran her nails over the back of his hand.
“I love that you’re jealous. It means you care.”
Patrick turned his hand over and gripped her fingers. He instinctively knew that this was one of those defining moments in a relationship He’d never been jealous before, hadn’t cared about anyone enough to be upset when they moved on. This was very different. “I do care Simone. You are amazing.”
She drew back and he instantly wanted her hand back in his.
“So you’ll teach me more about the subby stuff?”
Patrick laughed, he couldn’t help it. She made it sound so basic.
“Yes, I’ll teach you everything. What I need, how to please me.”
Her eyes sparked and her mouth flattened into a straight line. Oh how he was going to love teaching her.
“And in return I will give you more pleasure and make you feel treasured beyond your wildest dreams.”
Something changed inside her eyes when he said that and the frown disappeared to be replaced by a shy smile. “But you’ll go easy on me to start with?”
Patrick nodded, serious now. “It’s my job to push your limits, but you always need to feel safe. If you say stop, we stop, that never changes.”
Their dinner arrived and Patrick ate his steak while Simone enjoyed her risotto.
They finished the wine and Patrick called the waiter over. “Dessert?”
Simone shook her head and held her belly. “No thank you, I’m so full.”
He placed some cash in the leather binder containing the bill and smiled as wickedly as possible. He would be fine to drive, though handling a flogger may be a problem. “Home then?”
She nodded and stood, swaying gently on her small heels.
He tucked her into his arm and led her to the car. When he opened the door she fell into it, giggling away. He shook his head, but couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.
Once he had the car started and they were driving back to his home, he asked her, “You didn’t have that much to drink. Why are you giggling so much?”
She slid her hand over his thigh, a little too close to his aching cock.
“I’m just happy, Patrick, and it feels so good to laugh.”
Almost home, almost home. “Well, I’m sure I can make you feel better.”
Her hand stilled and he looked over at her quickly, she was worried about something.
“What’s wrong, babe?”
Simone slid her hand up to his crotch and stroked the flesh that was rapidly hardening. “Actually, I’m sore. Like really sore. Could you teach me some things I could do to pleasure you?”
Visions of Simone on her knees swam into Patrick’s vision and he groaned as blood flooded his groin. “Oh, I can think of a thing or two I can teach you that will give your sore bits a rest.”
“How about you drive me home and you teach me in the car?”
Though Patrick’s heart rate sped up at the idea, his eyebrows furrowed into a frown. “I like to be comfortable, Simone, and you should be too.”
She giggled and began to unbuckle his leather belt. “Oh, please, Patrick. I’ve always been such a good girl and never fooled around with anyone. Please?”
Well, how was he going to say no to that? He nodded and released a groan as she released his belt and unzipped him, his eager cock pulsing with pleasure as it sprang from its confines.

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10 May 2015


I grew up in the Eighties.  A fun time for a teenage girl with the emergence of Madonna and Cyndi Lauper (to name only two of the plethora or female singers).  We piled our hair high and used a can of hairspray a day.  The fashion of dangling earrings as big as dangling bracelets, fishnets under shorts, floppy bows, and large necklaces that said “Boy Toy”.  

As a young girl I had such romantic ideas spurred on by the fantastical romance of Harlequin Present and LoveSpell novels.  Books that told of breathless passion between men and women.  I couldn’t wait to grow up and find that kind of love.  I was about twelve when I started writing my own romance novel, longhand of course.  My first typewriter was manual and my best friend was a new invention called White Out. 

Romance females back then were girls I could relate to.  Most were secretaries, receptionists, nurses or schoolteachers.  The men were usually wealthy and hard-bitten, softened by love.  They whisk the girl away from her downtrodden job or life and sweep her into future of love, wealth and privilege.  

As movies like “Working Girl” swept in a new generation of women’s lib, tastes started to change.  I started to read more stories with stronger females, love that had to be fought for, flawed heroes with emotions.  My perspective on romance changed.  In my twenties I thought I had found my hero, only to be disappointed.  And as my taste in what I read changed, so too did my writing.

Now I prefer flawed characters redeemed through love.  Heroes or heroines who may start out weak and use love to transform themselves.  In my current book, Once Upon a Love Story, my heroine has had a horrible life.  She’s a stripper who has a dream of obtaining her GED and thinks that once she does, life will be a bowl of roses.  It’s not, of course, but she does find a man who loves her for who she is. 

The role of females in romance and erotic romance has changed significantly since the Seventies and Eighties, and the introduction of e-readers has allowed many fantasies to be explored.  Women are allowed to explore sexual situations once thought taboo, a sort of “burning of the bras” computer style.  And though sometimes I have the hero saving the girl, more than likely I make sure the girl can save herself.
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07 May 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 


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

I always try to put SOME real life influences in my stories. It could be as simple as a person I see on the street who inspires me to write, or an event from my own past. I think utilizing what has influence OUR lives, makes for more believable writing.

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

Oh boy. I brainstormed hours with Anne Tyler over my Means of Mercy series. Lucky duck, I know!!! I’d love to have coffee with Roni Loren or Lisa Kleypas seeing as how both have influenced me beyond words.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?


I’ve got an antho shifter short in submission, the third Risso Family novella in edits, and another series first story subbed, the 2ndin edits as well. Yup. Busy, busy bee.

Longing for Her
A Risso Family Novella
Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 7, 2015

Blurb:
Straight-laced Cole Risso has longed for his sister’s bohemian best friend Gwen since he first laid eyes on her as a kid. Now, as future patriarch of the Risso Family, he’s expected to marry well. A free spirit and unconventional daughter of a pot-toking hippie hardly qualifies. 
When one night of giving into temptation ruins them both for any other, Cole and Gwen are faced with a decision - love the other enough to let them go, or defy family expectations and fight for their hearts’ desires.  No matter the decision, their choices have the power to destroy all they hold dear.

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Excerpt:
I rounded the couch, but halted as a body came into view.

Cole lounged against the far side, one hand behind his head, half-empty beer bottle in the other. “Hey.”

Our gazes collided, sending a shock wave of energy through my blood. My heel itched to spin, but his focus wandered down my body and back up again, lingering on my bare thighs.

Oh, the temptation to taste him one more time. Three years of simmering desire had my kettle ready to scream hallelujah. “Hey,” I whispered back. “I thought you’d left.”

His smile melted my bones. “Decided to stay a while and reminisce.”

My lips tugged up. “I was eyeing the back of the couch while stealing some whiskey and doing the same thing.” Kind of.

“Care to join me?”

I considered the cushion closest to me and bit on the inside of my lip as temptation and love for the sexy man a few paces away warred in my brain. Knowing I owed Cole an apology, I decided to sit, curling my legs under me. “Sorry for being so harsh earlier. I…I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Cole twisted sideways to place the bottle on the coffee table. “I shouldn’t have cornered you like that.” He started to sit up, but hesitated, a question in his eyes.

“It’s all right. I won’t run.”

The leather squeaked as he swung his feet to the floor and leaned back, hands on his thighs. His blue tie hung loose, the top two buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned. A hint of dark hair called out to my fingers. Averting my eyes, I focused on the tumbler clasped in both my hands.

“I know I’ve said it hundreds of times, Gwen, but I’m sorry. Please say you forgive me.”

Another gulp of whiskey gave me courage to speak. “Forgiving in my mind means making things right—getting back to normal and moving on.” I lifted my head enough to focus on the knot of his tie. “I can’t do that with you, Cole.”

“Why not?”

“Because even though it’s expected you’ll marry an uptight, snobbish princess,” I sucked in air and allowed the words to spew, “I want you every second of the day.”

His chest stopped its rise and fall, and I glanced up at his face.

Mistake.

Longing like I’d never known reached out from his eyes and froze me in place. My breath caught. 
Nipples pebbled beneath my thin shirt.

Every muscle in my body quivered as he stood and walked toward me, unwavering gaze on my face.

“What—” I licked my lips, hating how my voice wavered. “What are you doing?”

“Give me the whiskey.”

My pulse thrummed with life, and I put the glass in his outstretched hand.

He set it on the coffee table without breaking eye contact and leaned down, placing his hands against the back of the couch on either side of me, making an effective cage. His face hovered mere inches from mine.

I breathed in as he exhaled, the subtle scent of peppermint flooding my mouth with saliva. His lower lip called out to my teeth; the shadow lining his jaw begged for my tongue.

“Did you mean what you said about once being enough, Gwen? Because it’s not for me. I want to taste every inch of your skin. Bury myself inside you.”

My breath caught, and moisture flooded my panties making me squirm on the cushion.

I opened my mouth, having no idea what words would tumble out, but he swooped down, capturing my parted lips before I could speak.

Blessed Mary, mother of God.

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Risso Family, 1
Lia Risso walked in on her fiancé and three other women on Valentine’s Day. Two celibate years later, her roommate creates a profile for Lia on a dating website—without her knowledge—and sets up a date. On Valentine’s Day. 
Ryan Walsh, a self-made millionaire and libertine, refuses to commit to any one woman. Tossed from foster home to foster home as a child, Ryan is on guard against becoming vulnerable ever again. 
One dinner…one night of dancing and flirting puts both Lia and Ryan in danger of heart break. 
They have a choice—open themselves to the possibility of hurt or walk away, never knowing what might have been.

About Lynn Burke:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Her current work, the Risso Family Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.


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27 April 2015
Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  

Thank you for having me!


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

You go right to the nitty-gritty don’t you? *laughs* I start with the scenario first, then I add the characters. Then I build who I want the hero to be. I go through several drafts of the hero sometimes, refining his qualities. Then I create his/her equal. By the time I’m done, I can tell you everything about each person. They might look like an unlikely pair but it’s the chemistry that makes them fit. And let’s face it, without chemistry, why put the characters together, right?


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

Not really. There are days when it’s as simple as sitting down in front of my laptop and letting the words flow and then other days, it’s harder. Other days I physically have to make myself sit down to write.


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

Obsessed is a stand alone. Sorry guys. L


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

I think there are parts of me in all of my books. How much and in which books, well you’ll have to be the judge of that. *wg*


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

 Oh man. You’re really trying to make this difficult, aren’t you? I would have to say Rebecca Royce. She comes up with some great shifter worlds, and as someone who is just starting in the para-shifter realm, it would be great to get some pointers from her.


Q) What are your upcoming projects?


I have several. I’m working on a fairytale right now. A Biker/shifter story, and two other shifter stories as we speak. I’m a busy, busy writer.


BLURB

I'd been through a ton of shit in my life. The guy I thought I loved left me, and the guy I thought was my friend, started stalking me. I found myself though when Mike came to me and offered me a job. 

Things were going good. My stalker seemed to back off and I began to live again.

However, that didn't last long. As Mike became more of a fixture in my life, my stalker became more obsessed. Now, stuck between my stalker and the man I could fall for, I had a decision to make.

Do I give up myself and go with Kyle, or do I make a stand and finally put my stalker to rest.


EXCERPT
“Hey Fin? You home?” Mike’s voice rumbled up from the courtyard. I closed my eyes and sent up a silent prayer of thanks.

“Yeah, I’m up here, Mike,” I called out. Never had I been so happy to hear his voice.

A few moments later he bounded up the stairs. Kyle snarled, still close enough that I could feel his breath lick against my neck. “Hey Kyle.” Mike brushed past him wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.

I died and went to heaven.

I gasped. Mike took that opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth. His fingers threaded through my hair, holding me still as he thoroughly devoured me. I whimpered against his lips as the full thickness of his erection pressed against my belly. When he finally pulled back, my head was spinning.

AUTHOR BIO
TL Reeve, a mulit-published author with Decadent Publishing, Cobblestone Press and Evernight Publishing, was born out of a love of family and a bond that became unbreakable. Living in the south, TL misses Los Angeles and will one day return to the beaches of Southern California to ride the waves at Huntington Beach. When not writing something hot and sexy, TL can be found curled up with a good book, or working on homework with a cute little pixie. Deniability

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