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Welcome Megan Slayer!

Hello Megan!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…

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

Yes! It’s part of the Celestial Mates series. Soft Clay is the fourth book. The series followed a group of Greek Gods and Goddesses who have been trapped in clay, marble, bronze and iron because of a curse. Each has to find their own way to get out of their curse, usually involving their mate. It’s not easy. Someone kissing a statue seems odd. But love conquers all.

Q) How do you select the names of your characters?

The Greek Gods and Goddesses were named after Kratos, Bia, Zelus and Nike, who were the sons and daughters of Pallas. They were protectors of Zeus, but each had their own problems. Zeus = zeal, Bia = force, Nike = victory and Kratos = strength

The names of the mates were easier in that they told me what their names would be. Once I set out to write each story, the character was quite pushy, saying my name is…

Q) Do you write in a linear fashion or do you jump from scene to scene and then go back and “fill in the blanks”?

I’m a linear writer, but I do go back and fill in spots. I don’t know. I always do things my own way. Its good sometimes and gets me into trouble other times. When I start a scene, though, I have to see it through. I can’t stop part way or jump, unless it’s the sex scenes. Why? Because I have to be in the right headspace to write those. I’ve written some that I plowed forward through and the sex scene was bland. When I got in the right headspace, they worked much better.

Q) Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?

I used to try to connect it all, but I found the stories worked better when they can stand on their own as well as having connections. I like having series where you can pick them up part way through and not get confused.




 


Celestial Mates, 4
Two souls trapped—can they find freedom in each other’s arms?
Nike, the goddess of speed, can’t move. She’s the goddess of strength and she can’t shatter her curse. The goddess of victory has lost her weapons—her shield and spear. She put her faith in a human, only to be cursed. Can another human be the key to her salvation and freedom from the clay?
Charlie needs someone who can understand him. A person to cherish him. Male or female, he doesn’t care. He’s intrigued by Nike’s statue. Call him infatuated. But she’s a statue and they don’t come to life from true love’s kiss, do they?


Where to Buy

https://www.evernightpublishing.com/soft-clay-by-megan-slayer/
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Excerpt
“Andy swears it’s possible—you being alive somewhere in there.” His mascara smeared as he rubbed under his eyes. “Is it? Are you really in that rock?”
Come here and find out.
He stood, then climbed onto her pedestal. He held onto her wings, then her shoulders. “You know those wings are great, doll. If you are real, I want to know who makes them. I want a set. They’ll be great when I club. We can look like underwear models together.” He trailed his fingers down her cheek and traced her lips. “You’re beautiful. Whoever sculpted you outdid themselves.” He shrugged. “I don’t know anything about sculptures, but you’re…I don’t have words.”
No sculptor, just me.
He rested his forehead against hers. “I can almost feel your skin. It’s like there’s really skin beneath mine, but that’s not possible. You’re stone or whatever.”
His breath warmed her face and hunger shimmered in his eyes. He reminded her of Lydos, but stronger. Tingles shot through her. He could be the one. He caressed her shoulders as a lover might. Kiss me. Free me from this curse.
He leaned back for a moment, then faced her again. “This is crazy. Nuts. Bonkers.”
So?
“If you were real, I’d kiss you all over. I’d have to taste you. Then I’d run my fingers through your hair. I’d suck on your titties until you screamed,” he murmured. “Once you’ve come at least twice, I’d sink my dick into you. I bet you’d feel like heaven.”
She wanted to kiss him and do all the things he’d mentioned. Zeus, why in the name of Hades did you have to curse me?
The man tilted his head and brushed his lips across hers. She flexed her fingers, then opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. A moan rumbled in her throat. For the first time in thousands of years, she could hear the sound. She touched his hip. Zeus, she’d done it. She’d found the person who could free her. This man had broken the curse. She wanted to memorize this moment for the rest of eternity so she could savor it later. This man made her happy, even if she barely knew him. They could have the time of their lives and would if she got her way.
First, she needed to learn the name of her savior, her beautiful hero.


 About Megan Slayer
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. 

She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm 
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PREORDER from LM Spangler...NEW RELEASE on April 15th!!!

She lost him seven years ago. Now he’s back in her life…
and back in her bed.
April Donovan thought she’d gotten over Grant Carmichael.
He broke her heart, took her feelings for granted, and chose a
baseball career over her. She moved on with her life and eventually
healed. Seven years later, a chance meeting throws that theory
asunder, and several passionate moments rekindle the fire. He wants her again—mind, soul, and...body
Excerpt:
     And in about five minutes, he would be strolling back into her life. Not on a permanent basis, but she would see him again, and a flood of emotions would swallow her in their depths. She’d want him, both with her mind and her heart. She would fight, and she would lose the battle.     As a settlement agent, her job was to close real estate transactions. Grant was a real estate broker who, along with his brothers, purchased houses, renovated them, and then flipped them for a profit. He had been quite successful and often used her.       “April Donovan, it is you. I had wondered if AD stood for you.”     She motioned toward a visitor’s chair opposite her. “Mr. Carmichael. Please sit down.” No, don’t sit. He stood astute and gorgeous in a charcoal, three-piece suit, with a soft gray dress shirt and burgundy tie. The slim fit complemented his physique. The Grant she remembered had worn jeans and T-shirts. This version was one hundred percent eye candy.     His head tilted to the side, and his lips formed a thin line. “We have a past. No need for formalities.”     April prayed her pulse wasn’t visibly pounding in her neck. Her eyes bored into his. Damn, he’s still gorgeous. His black hair was trimmed close to his head on the sides and longer and more disheveled on top, suiting his angular face. His jaw was still strong and could probably still take a punch. She had seen it happen before. Her gaze fell to his lips—lips that could make her tremble as they moved over her skin. Heat flooded her core, and she clenched her thighs together.     She cleared her throat. “That is correct, Mr. Carmichael. We did have a past, but we have nothing now.”     His brows rose, and a slow, sexy grin turned his lips upward. “Okay. We can play it your way.”      He lowered his six-foot, two-inch frame into the vacant seat. “For now.”
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NEW RELEASE from LM Spangler!!!

She lost him seven years ago. Now he’s back in her life…
and back in her bed.
April Donovan thought she’d gotten over Grant Carmichael.
He broke her heart, took her feelings for granted, and chose a
baseball career over her. She moved on with her life and eventually
healed. Seven years later, a chance meeting throws that theory
asunder, and several passionate moments rekindle the fire.
He wants her again—mind, soul, and...body
Excerpt:
     And in about five minutes, he would be strolling back into her life. Not on a permanent basis, but she would see him again, and a flood of emotions would swallow her in their depths. She’d want him, both with her mind and her heart. She would fight, and she would lose the battle.      As a settlement agent, her job was to close real estate transactions. Grant was a real estate broker who, along with his brothers, purchased houses, renovated them, and then flipped them for a profit. He had been quite successful and often used her.       “April Donovan, it is you. I had wondered if AD stood for you.”      She motioned toward a visitor’s chair opposite her. “Mr. Carmichael. Please sit down.” No, don’t sit. He stood astute and gorgeous in a charcoal, three-piece suit, with a soft gray dress shirt and burgundy tie. The slim fit complemented his physique. The Grant she remembered had worn jeans and T-shirts. This version was one hundred percent eye candy.      His head tilted to the side, and his lips formed a thin line. “We have a past. No need for formalities.”      April prayed her pulse wasn’t visibly pounding in her neck. Her eyes bored into his. Damn, he’s still gorgeous. His black hair was trimmed close to his head on the sides and longer and more disheveled on top, suiting his angular face. His jaw was still strong and could probably still take a punch. She had seen it happen before. Her gaze fell to his lips—lips that could make her tremble as they moved over her skin. Heat flooded her core, and she clenched her thighs together.      She cleared her throat. “That is correct, Mr. Carmichael. We did have a past, but we have nothing now.”      His brows rose, and a slow, sexy grin turned his lips upward. “Okay. We can play it your way.”      He lowered his six-foot, two-inch frame into the vacant seat. “For now.”
Buy Links: Amazon: https://amzn.to/2YScOfs
Barnes & Noble: https://bit.ly/2uSz8YN
Bookstrand: https://bit.ly/2G4U9H6
Books2Read: https://books2read.com/ap/nlvm5x/LM-Spangler

About LM: LM Spangler lives in South Central Pennsylvania with her husband, daughter, three dogs, a cat, a rabbit, and some fish. Her son serves his country in the US Navy. She is a fan of college football and any kind of baseball and likes to watch the Discovery, Velocity, HGTV, DIY, Science, and any channel showing a college football game. She also watches old game shows like $25,000 Pyramid and Match Game.
Social Media Links: Facebook- https://facebook.com/lmspangler   Twitter: https://twitter.com/authlmspangler
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New Release by Lynn Burke!

Destined by DragonbloodBlood Born Series 2
by Lynn Burke
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
*WARNING: This title contains explicit sexual scenes, BDSM, and anal sex.

Dolyn Kemmerly has found his destined mates. Unfortunately, they are more human than dragonblood. While his inner beast longs for them, his male stubbornness insists there are mates more worthy of his royal bloodline.

Due to Ashley O’Connor’s traumatic past, only the painful slap of a Dom’s toys can help her find release. A celibate sub, she’s never ached for a man’s tender touch—until a mysterious stranger follows her into her Master's club.

When Ashley lifts one of her hard limits, Giovanni DiLoreto, her sex-therapist recommended Dom, is finally allowed to touch the flesh he’s been lusting to caress. Doing so, however, earns him a bloody nose by a hot-as-fuck stranger. Master Vanni has never touched a dick in pleasure, but the sudden desire to dominate the newcomer—while Ashley watches—consumes him.

Dolyn’s ancestors might accept Vanni for the heart of the dragon inside him, but it will take Dolyn’s complete submission to his alpha to help Ashley heal and unlock the destiny awaiting them all.

PURCHASE LINKS:
Evernight Publishing: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/destined-by-dragonblood-by-lynn-burke/
Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/BloodBorn2B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1131128665Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/destined-by-dragonbloodiTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/destined-by-dragonblood/id1458681516?Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/932157


EXCERPT:

Cloaking myself and following Ashley into the nondescript door at the end of the hallway came easy. Slipping through what appeared to a main entrance rather than a locker room of sorts she had entered proved a bit more difficult as a receptionist’s desk and bouncer flanked the double doors.

I glanced around the reception area, fully present, yet visually, nothing more than a bend of light to the two in the room with me. Gray walls. Glass desk. Abstract art on the walls and two other doors besides the one Ashley had disappeared through—boring and not giving me a hint of what lay beyond.

I eyed one of the chairs along the wall to my left and considered waiting until Ashley returned.

The double doors opened, however, releasing a flood of sensual delights mere humans wouldn’t catch. Heat, aroused murmuring, and sex. My dragon hummed his delight, but I frowned and raced forward, slipping through the opened door as the patron of whatever the place was bade the receptionist a good evening.

A holding room with another set of double doors that couldn’t muffle or contain the patrons’ arousal. Still nothing more than a flicker in a person’s peripheral vision, I pushed one of the doors open enough to slip through.

I stepped over a threshold leading to a sinner’s delight. Musk, sweetness, and the scent of anxious perspiration swept over me. Humans … dozens of them in all sorts of dress and lack thereof mingled in the huge lounge area. Dim lights. Low music. Leather seating and a bar lay on my left, a dais beyond held a St. Andrew’s Cross with a woman moaning beneath a Dom’s ministrations.

Chains clanked from a man strung to the ceiling directly on my right. Groans rose from two men getting their cocks sucked by kneeling submissives as they lounged by the bar on my left.

My gaze returned to the cross and the woman strapped to it.

How many times had I allowed Elijah to do the same to me? How many times had he forced me to climax before shoving his cock so far up my ass I lost my breath?

My dick swelled in my jeans, but it wasn’t the actions of the Dom that turned me on. It was the thought of being on the receiving end of his flogger—the one receiving the type of pleasure found in pain.

Please.

My dragon’s whimper to play hit me hard, the fact I wanted to be the one submitting rather than dominating even harder. “Alpha,” I muttered aloud, reminding us both of our dominance as a blood born dragon from the royal line.

I’d caught a hint of Ashley’s scent while following her down the hallway into the sex club, but the overwhelming perfumes of human and sex masked her—if she’d even made her way into the lounge area.

My female … found delight in a sex club. I couldn’t have asked for more. Couldn’t have been more pleased—so why didn’t my inner dragon hiss his desire to tie her up? Stripe her ass in the way Elijah had mine countless times? Why did I want to pleasure her with gentleness—loving tenderness?

A fierce frown dented my brow as I licked my lips, hoping for a taste of Ashley’s sweetness in the air.

Cries of ecstasy jerked my head to the left … the lounge’s far corner. A dark-haired man fingered a woman through her climax, her cum slipping around his hand, dripping to the floor.

Her scent slammed into me with a wave, and my dragon growled a rumble deep in my chest to taste. To claim.

My female.

Pale, shapely legs led to her rounded ass the man now caressed, and my need to taste leaped to fierce protectiveness in a single heartbeat.

No longer cloaked, I strode across the room, darkness seizing my mind, my self-control, something that hadn’t happened in over a hundred years.

He’s touching her. Mine.

My dragon hellbent on ripping the man’s arms from his torso, I stalked forward, eating up the distance between us in a matter of seconds, my claws shimmering in and out of sight.

The width of his shoulders came close to mine, but the breadth of his chest didn’t compare. An easy to defeat opponent, my dragon shrieked, clawing at my brain as I pulled all attempts to shift deep inside me where he couldn’t explode into a mass of muscle, sinew, and scales.

I grabbed the man’s shoulder and spun him toward me, my other fist shooting out, connecting with his nose before he had a chance to blink.

Green eyes. Brilliant like spring grass—

My dragon shrieked again as he grabbed hold of my upper arms to keep from falling. Electrical charges raced up through my chest, catching my breath as we stared into each other’s eyes.

Mate.

Dick immediately swollen—leaking at his touch—I hesitated a mere blink, my desire to drop to my knees and worship him shattering all I had hoped for my future.

His punch landed on my side with enough pain my stubbornness rose with a flap of dragon wings, and growling with the need to kill, the need to fuck, goddamn need—I clocked him on the side of the side of the head. He held tight to me, yanking me down as he fell like a bag of bricks, stunned but not knocked out.

I landed on top of him with a groan, my aching dick pressed against his, a wave of desire slamming into me. “Fuck. Me,” I gasped the words, blinking once more.

A cocky grin wobbled his lips, and he shifted his hips beneath me, pressing his own hard-on against mine. “I’m usually the one in charge, but that’s one command I would love to obey.”

His low voice slithered over my skin, waking goosebumps in its path, like a physical caress, and I froze.

My mate, my beta … a goddamn, fucking Dom.

© Lynn Burke 2018

Don't forget book 1 in the Blood Born Series, Drawn by Dragonblood, available at all major retailers!

Amazon Universal: mybook.to/DRAWNBYDRAGONBLOODAll other vendors: books2read.com/DrawnbyDragonbloodBB1


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.Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/Blog: http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurkeInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/lynn-burke

Evernightie Blog Challenge Week 15

How I Celebrate Completing my Manuscript
This one is too easy. I celebrate by diving into the next story.

I write books under my name, but I also have a super secret pen name, so I have zero time to NOT write. I'm constantly writing or plotting or just thinking about characters. Even driving I'm able to tune out my son's game chatter to think about whatever story I happen to be on.

Every year I list a writing goal for myself, and that usually is around 5 books a year, no matter which name I write under. I don't have the luxury of writing full time because I have a very hectic schedule Monday through Thursday between my day job (pharmacy tech) and getting my son's various school crap done. I do most of the actual writing on the weekend so through the week is planning.

So far this year (2019) I've had two published novels (one under each name), I've got another one I've just finished round one edits (Invincible coming out in April ), a repub coming out a little later, and I'm currently working on four others. Once those are done I'll probably work on stories for 2020.

Oh, and I just realized I've been a published author for 10 years! I'm going to have to figure out how to celebrate that. Any suggestions?

Wednesday Writer's Block Exercise - Week 14

Got Writer’s Block?

Yeah, it happens to the best of us.  Life gets in the way and your brain is taken in another direction and before you know it, it’s been days or weeks since you last looked at that book you’re trying to write.  You’ve forgotten little details.  What eye color did you give your hero?  What town was your heroine born in?  Perhaps you need to jumpstart your creative mojo, and that's what this series is designed for. Not to explain writer's block, but to help you move in a different direction.


I'm currently writing a sci-fi space adventure, so it was easy for me to take my hero and transport him into a new environment. Since I've split the two POVs of my hero/heroine, I've had to really think outside the box. An incident at work made me mad at my boss, so I wrote up a fight scene with my hero and used my boss's name as the guy who got pummeled.

Talk about relieving some stress. LOL!

It's also left me staring at nothing as I tried to figure out what a colony on Mars will be like in a hundred years. Will it be run by the upper echelon of society...those who can afford to go? Or will it be a penal colony? I've had a lot of fun figuring this out, as well as taking my hero out of his comfort zone.




#14 Travel
A change of scenery can do wonders. Take your hero somewhere new.


>List three reasons your hero might need to leave town right now.


> Brainstorm four setting that would be challenging for your hero to navigate.


> If your hero could call home, who would she call? What would she say?

>In the past, did your hero travel someplace particularly important to him? Is there a reason to go back now?



When your hero hits the road, her normal routines don't apply. She's interacting with new environments and new characters. She's literally out of her comfort zone, and that's almost always a good thing.

A new setting also give you the chance to change the texture of your world, from weather to language to wardrobe. Take your Surfer to Australia. Take your Wookie to Dagobah.

A new location should bring new challenges. Your hero is the same character, but without her usual routines.




Happy Writing!



***John August designed these cards to help writers fix plot holes, spice up stock characters and
rethink your themes.  They, of course, do not guarantee you’ll get published or that you’ll become the next J.K. Rowling, and of course they are only a tool to help you think outside the box. I make no monetary gain with them nor do I expect anything in return.  I do not own the contents in these cards. If you're interested in them, here's the amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/Writer-Emergency-Pack/dp/B00R6ZLIOY/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1502046610&sr=8-2&keywords=john+august 

Blast from the Past Spotlight - Laura M. Baird's "Capturing Clint"

Clint let Chrissy, the adorable nerd, slip through his fingers while in college.


Ten years later, after a chance encounter, Chrissy will use her sexy confidence to ensure that doesn’t happen again.


Clint is more than interested but doesn’t feel worthy, and it’ll be up to Chrissy to show him how good they can be together.



Q & A 
1.         Did you plot this book out or write wherever an idea took you? 
I had a thin plot, as this story was based on a secondary character from another book. But as I began to develop the story and write the scenes, it took on a life of its own where the ideas just readily flowed.

2.       Did you hide any secrets or Easter Eggs?
The hidden secret is the affair my hero, Clint has, that devastated him, and nearly cost him his relationship with his brother, as well as his life. As I said, Capturing Clint was based on a secondary character from another story – a story I wrote many years ago and attempted a naïve self-pub route. I was proud of the story, but it didn’t do well at all. Mostly because I had no idea how to market it and get myself known. I hope to one day revise and republish; possibly offer as a free read. More about the affair, as well as Clint and his brother appear in that story.

3.       Since the publication, what would you say has improved in your writing?
Attention to detail and description, I think. I had a knack for shorter stories, getting right to the heart of my story, but I’ve been able to expand on writing, adding more without it droning on and on.  I still plan to write a variety of lengths – it just depends on where the ideas take me.

4.       Did you leave out anything in this book that you wished you hadn’t?
Not that I can think of. ;)

5.       Do you believe a book cover plays an important role in the selling process?
I do! I love the visual a cover can give you that gives you a glimpse of what to expect in the book. I want to see characters and/or settings that accurately represent what you’re about to read. I like clear and minimal text. I don’t like to see a cover crammed with too much, throwing the reader off because they can’t concentrate on the image.

6.       Any advice you would like to give to your younger self?
Be more fearless! You have nothing to gain if you don’t take a risk.


EXCERPT

They strolled through the courtyard content with the silence. When Chrissy tried to stifle a yawn,

Clint suggested he see her to her room.


“It has been quite the day,” she said as she leaned into him, hugging his arm.


“What floor are you on?” he asked as they made their way to the elevators.


“Twenty-seventh.”


They were the only ones in the car for the ride up, and as soon as the doors closed, Chrissy surprised Clint by latching onto his body and backing him against the wall.


He chuckled. “I thought you were tired?”


“I am. Tired of denying myself of you.” She fisted her hands in his shirt while she pressed her lips to his. She had never felt so bold, so daring. After all this time, she just hoped it proved to be the right move.


By the way Clint responded, she guessed she was on the right track. As his arms circled her she literally feasted on his mouth. Their tongues fought for control as they both alternately moaned and sighed. Chrissy had limited experience with men over the years, but that didn’t stop her from acting on lustful instinct when it came to this man.


With her conviction set, she would ensure they ended up together tonight.


Luckily the ride didn’t stop until it reached her floor. When the elevator doors opened Chrissy all but dragged Clint out of the car and down the hall to her door.


“Chrissy, I—”


“Don’t say another word,” she said, panting. “Don’t be the gentleman right now.” She searched her clutch for her room card and finally got the door open. “You said you wanted me.”


“God help me, I do.”


“Then come get me.”


Clint growled as Chrissy lured him. She walked backward into the room as he hurried after her, the door closing behind him. They were shut off from the world and the only thing that mattered was him and her. Together. Right now.


“Are you sure of what you’re doing?” he asked.


“Absolutely.” Her eyes never left his as she began to work on the delicate buttons along the side of her dress, releasing them one by one in a tantalizing fashion. As more of her skin was revealed, Chrissy’s gaze traveled Clint’s body, his lust evident by the strain of his growing erection against his pants.


“Looks like you might need some relief.” She peeled back the dress and let it drop to the floor, standing in a barely-there thong and bra which left nothing to the imagination. Watching his appreciative gaze upon her body delighted Chrissy. She noticed he lingered at her belly piercing, which was a simple diamond stud.


“The first time I saw your piercing, I was shocked.” Clint’s husky voice sent shivers across her skin.
“And highly aroused.”


“Were you now?” Her words were meant to tease as were her next actions. Chrissy gently cupped her breasts and slowly worked her hands down her torso, stopping at the elastic of her thong as her hips shimmied from side to side.


Clint was in front of her in two long strides, stopping her hands from any further movement. He then reached up to unfasten the pins holding her hair in place, releasing the silky tresses. Her body became electrified as he ran his fingers through the strands, murmuring, “I knew it would feel soft. So soft.”

He framed her face and rested his forehead against hers.


“Please tell me this is what you really want because I’m too close to losing it,” he gritted out.


“It is, Clint.”


“I want to take you slowly, savor you, but I don’t think I’m going to last.”


“Maybe I don’t want slow right now.” Chrissy lifted a hand to his face, running her thumb across his lower lip. “I don’t want to think too hard, I only want to feel.”


Her lips curved into a smile as Clint sucked her digit into his mouth causing wicked thoughts to invade her mind.


“I think you’re highly overdressed, Mr. Jessup.”


“I think you’re right.”


Clint walked Chrissy to the bed before taking one step back to rid himself of his clothes. There was no enticement, no show, only efficient movement as he quickly got naked while keeping his eyes on her. Just as she was about to undo her bra, Clint stopped her. “Let me.” He reached around to fumble with the hooks, and once undone, began to peel the bra away, slowly, as if unwrapping a delicate package. Tossing the garment aside, his warm hands covered her flesh, squeezing and molding. “So beautiful.” He tweaked her nipples until they pebbled beneath his fingers, causing a moan to escape her mouth as she pressed her body closer to his.


She felt perfectly cherished as he tenderly captured a peak. The repeated flicks of his tongue against the tightened bud sent a jolt each time down to her pussy. Chrissy speared her hands through his hair, holding him close as he lavished one breast then the other.


“Clint.” His name fell from her lips like a plea as her body rocked against his.


He knelt on one knee as his mouth worked its way down her torso, his tongue dancing over her piercing before lingering at a hip. His fingers hooked the thin strap of her thong and worked the tiny piece of material down her legs. As Chrissy stepped out of the garment, she kept her legs in a wide stance as his eyes zeroed in on her smooth pussy.


“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” Clint rasped. “I can smell your arousal and it's driving me crazy. I’m so close to coming already.” He didn’t give her time to respond as he used his fingers to part her lips and lash out with his tongue to taste her.


“Oh, fudge,” she moaned. Her fingers tightened against his scalp as she flexed her hips into his face. Chrissy sounded off with a moan, a gasp, as Clint sucked her clit, the sensitive tissue engorged and pulsing. Her legs shook as she drew closer and closer to her release. This only spurred him on as he tongued her harder, tightening his lips around her sex.


“Come for me, Chrissy, come on my tongue. I need to taste your cream.”


Returning his attention to his task, his fingers feathered her lips as his mouth worked ruthlessly against her flesh. Her orgasm triggered with one more pull and her scream echoed throughout the room. Her body danced wildly and her head fell back on her shoulders as Clint wrung as much pleasure from her as he could.


Suddenly, he was standing and capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. She kissed just as fiercely as they couldn’t get enough of touching one another. The sting of his teeth against her lip felt glorious and she nipped in return.


“I need to be inside you,” he growled.

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New MC Romance from Lynn Burke!

#MCRomance #Erotic #Suspense #Series #HEA Gunner’s Flame Devil’s Outlaws 2By Lynn BurkePublisher: Changeling PressWorld-WideRelease Date: April 5, 2019
Keywords: MC Romance, Contemporary, Erotic, Romantic Suspense, Veterans, PTSD, Alpha Biker, Military, SEAL, Series, HEA

Will Gunner choose to stand with his loyal Outlaw brothers or will he choose the path that crosses them—and leads him right into her arms?

Blurb:
Mitch “Gunner” Flannigan rules the Devil’s Outlaws with a firm hand, one trained by his stint in the SEALs, yet tempered by empathy for other vets. When a curvy redhead in Army fatigues snags his attention—and puts him in the line of fire—he’s torn between wanting to bury himself between her lush thighs and helping to ease her return to American soil.
The recent death of Shelby’s mother and her cousin’s terrorizing only adds to the PTSD hindering her return to civilian life. Flames ignite when she’s thrown into Gunner’s arms, where she also finds safety with someone who understands her struggles.
Attempts on Gunner’s life threaten their future, but so do the secrets Shelby withholds from him. When those secrets come to light Gunner will have a decision to make. Will he choose to stand with his loyal Outlaw brothers or will he choose the path that crosses them—and leads him right into her arms?
Warning: Contains adult content, graphic violence, and dark emotional scenarios that may trigger some readers.

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PG EXCERPT:
“You look like you could use some help,” I said, coming to stand in front of her. At six-foot-two, I towered over most women, but the flame-haired beauty didn’t have to crane her neck much to keep our gazes connected. Pale lashes, red at the tips, framed eyes blue as a summer sky, wide and a bit unfocused. Freckles covered her tanned skin, adding an innocent appearance that didn’t match her troubled eyes.

“G—Got a smoke?” she whispered and swallowed, the pulse in her neck galloping.

“Gave that sh** up a few years back.” My gaze lingered on her naked, plump lips. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Her attempted smile faltered, and she ran her palms down her thighs. “Trying to adjust to being a civilian again. Crowds like this…”

“Been there.”

Her gaze snapped up from my leather vest with its patches declaring who I was. “Army?”

“Navy.”

She rubbed her naked lips together, and I stared. “Did you see any action?”

“Afghanistan.” I held up my hand. “Lost these two fingers, lost my ability to be a SEAL, and got an honorable discharge when my contract expired.” I glanced from one of her pale eyes to the other, trying to read the turmoil inside. “You?”

She swallowed again and nodded, glancing around.

I knew when not to pry. “I’m Gunner.” I held out my whole hand, and the touch of her soft grip raced a shot of lust straight to my groin.

“Shelby.”

Escaped tendrils of her hair blew over her freckled face in a breeze that held no hint of fall air. “Got a red ’66 Shelby in my garage at home.”

A bit of life lightened her gaze. “My father might have had a thing for mustangs once upon a time.”

“I like him already,” I said with a grin, finally releasing my hold on her hand.

“He passed a few years ago.”

My lips flat-lined, and I shoved my hands in my pockets as the desire to wrap her up in my arms and comfort her made me twitch. I was all about getting some, but the emotional connection? I sure as f*** wasn’t looking for that sh** since I had enough of my own to deal with. “Sorry for your loss.”

“Thanks.” She glanced over her shoulder and wrapped her own arms around her midsection, needing that hug my body wanted to offer even if my brain didn’t.

Deflated but not defeated for possibly hooking up with Shelby in the future, I angled my thoughts toward being her friend. I wasn’t a total douche, after all.  “Do you have a support group? They’re great for helping vets like us transition back to civilian life.”

“No. I just got back home three weeks ago.”

“There’s lots of groups—I can give you some names and numbers.” I wanted to offer my own, but bit my tongue.

“I have crowd issues.” Her voice small, gaze flitting—she was similar to many such souls returning from war. “I only came down here to meet my cousin. Otherwise?” She shook her head with a huffed, faked laugh.

“A therapist, then?”

She shrugged and glanced over her shoulder as a loud truck rumbled past.

“It’s safe here,” I said, a part of me softening in ways I’d almost thought long gone from my personality since returning home and joining the Devil’s Outlaws. “Middle of D.C., people here who’ve gone through what you have, myself included, there’s nothing to be—”

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Instinctively, I grabbed Shelby and threw her to the ground behind the closest cement bench, crowding against her curled up form as burst shots sounded close by.
© Lynn Burke 2018
ADULT EXCERPT:
Appropriate or not, I rifled through Shelby’s bureau, pulling out comfortable-looking clothing rather than the sexy underthings I’d have loved to see on her body. The second she’d stripped down to a mere t-shirt, nipples pebbled from the cold air of the house, my dick had decided to fuck with the goddamn situation and enjoy the sights.

And her ass beneath those damn fatigues? Shit. Even better than I’d imagined.

I adjusted myself, teeth clenched, and made my way back across the hallway to the closed bathroom door. My soft knock went unanswered, and I opened the door enough to speak though. A blast of that herbal scent from her shampoo tightened my dick to the point of pain.

“I got you some clothes,” I said, slipping them onto the sink beside the door, keeping my gaze averted from the shower directly ahead.

“Thanks.” Her voice broke.

“You okay?” How many times had I asked her that, knowing she’d say yes even though she wasn’t? I wasn’t usually one for a loss of words. “Shelby?”

“Y—Yeah.” She sniffled a bit, and the shower shut off.

I forced myself to step back into the hall and quietly closed the door in front of me. Shelby had to be in shock—I wouldn’t put it past her to climb out of the shower without a thought of her nudity while I stood in the doorway.

Dick aching, hands clenched at my sides, I told myself she needed a friend, nothing more. Sitting on the edge of her bed to wait for her didn’t lessen the tight confines of my leathers. A bookshelf on the far wall held old paperbacks, pictures, and knickknacks, and even an old gray stuffed bunny that looked well-worn and well-loved.

I wondered at her life before that day, her childhood, what happy moments she’d tucked away in her memory. I wondered, too, at the life ahead of her and how she would cope with becoming a civilian again—alone, without family except for a cousin she wasn’t close with, and without the brotherhood-type club that had helped me.

While I expected she wouldn’t be able to handle group therapy, I knew of two therapists who would fit her in if asked. Talking her into it would be another matter altogether since most returning vets didn’t want to be seen as being weak—even though seeking help wasn’t in my book.

With a shitty family—old, drunk dad, deceased mom, younger sister addicted to pain killers—I’d been thankful to find someone who helped me unload. I’d had a few girlfriends here and there, but none of them had understood my need for the Navy and the Outlaws after getting out. I needed that companionship, that brotherhood that gave my life meaning after struggling to adapt to home again.

Shelby’s arrival in the bedroom’s doorway prickled my skin with awareness and wiped all thoughts but her from my head.

Waves of damp red hair hung to her waist. She’d gone without the bra I’d included in the pile of clothes, and the tight t-shirt revealed every goddamn curve of her plump tits, including her tightened nipples.

I clenched my teeth and tore my gaze off her before my eyes could eat up her long legs encased in dark leggings and wonder at the color of hair hiding her pussy. “Come over here,” I said, pulling back her comforter and angling my body away from hers to hide my straining erection.

She obeyed without a word, curling on her side to face me, hands folded beneath her cheek. Light blue eyes fringed with equally pale lashes with a hint of red at their tips, peered up at me as I slouched to a crouch beside her bed.

My hand moved on its own to smooth strands of her hair away from her face, and she sighed, her eyelids fluttering shut beneath my touch, her freckles stark against her pale skin. “Will you stay while I sleep?”

“If you want me to.”

“Yes. Beside me, please.” Her brow furrowed. “I—I can’t be alone right now.”

Knowing there was no way in fuck I could crawl under the covers and hold her close, I laid down on top of her comforter behind her after texting Brewer to let him know I wouldn’t be returning to the compound that night. Shelby turned and tucked herself into me the best she could considering the blankets between us and let out another sigh.

“Thank you for saving my life and bringing me home.”

“Thank you for allowing me to be your knight in shining armor.”

A huff of light laughter escaped her, and my lips responded. I pulled her closer, settling her cheek on my chest and rubbed my fingertips against her scalp.

“Promise you’ll be here when I wake?” she murmured, her voice fading.

“Promise, sweet thing. Close your eyes and sleep. I’ll keep you safe.”
© Lynn Burke 2018
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.
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New MC Romance Release from Harley Wylde!

Hello Harley!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…

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

Yes, Cinder is book 5 in the Devil’s Boneyard MC series. It can be read as a stand-alone, but there are a lot of characters from previous books so you might enjoy them best if read in order. Cinder is the President of the club, and he’s adamant that he doesn’t want a steady woman in his life and never wants kids. So much so that he runs off the woman who’s fallen in love with him. He doesn’t realize she’s important to him until it’s too late.

Q) What was the hardest or easiest scene to write?

There’s a scene toward the end of the book where Cinder is willing to do anything to save Meg, even if it means he doesn’t make it out alive. It was a very emotional scene to write and I had to do it a little at a time. I’d write for a few minutes, then have to take a break for about 10 minutes and come back to knock out another few paragraphs.

Q) Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

The stories themselves just sort of come to me, usually when I’m half-awake – either trying to fall asleep or attempting to convince myself I need to get up. I never get the entire story at once, but tend to get a piece here and there. I might get an idea for what I feel would make a great opening scene, and the rest comes to me as I go along. As for information, before I even started my first MC series (Dixie Reapers MC), I researched the AMA (American Motorcyclist Association) and what they defined as an outlaw club, then I researched some more. While none of my family were ever part of a club (that I’m aware), I do have a lot of enthusiasts in the family. The rumble of a Harley coming down the road is the quickest way for me to get whiplash as I try to find it because I really love that sound.

Q) Do you write in a linear fashion or do you jump from scene to scene and then go back and “fill in the blanks”?

Because I’m a pantser and not a plotter, I have to write in a linear fashion. I’ve tried skipping around before, but I’ve found if I do that, then a lot of those scenes aren’t usable later. And if there’s one thing I hate, it’s wasted words. Since I don’t necessary know what happens two chapters away, it’s hard to write those scenes ahead of time. If I have a vague idea of what happens coming up, or maybe even part of a scene already in my mind, then I push through from my current location in my WIP until I’ve written that scene. Sometimes that means I write as much as 15,000 words in a day.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

After Cinder, I’ll be visiting the Dixie Reapers series again. Flicker will release in May 2019. For those who haven’t read the series yet, Flicker is the treasurer and he’s the one guy who has wanted to settle down for so long, yet never seems to find the right woman. He finally finds his perfect match in the most unlikely of places. I will also be kicking off a new series this year, a group we’ve actually seen in both Devil’s Boneyard and Dixie Reapers --- Hades Abyss will be coming to Changeling Press in 2019!


ABOUT THE BOOK


She’s an angel and I’m a Devil. There’s no place for us in this world, and yet I still want her.

Meg -- For ten years I suffered at the hands of a monster, bought at auction and forced to be a slave, at the whim of a Colombian drug lord who also ran underground fights. Then the Devil’s Boneyard came to rescue one of their own and I was free. I don’t know who I am anymore, or what my purpose is. I only know one thing. Cinder, the President of Devil’s Boneyard, makes me feel safe and that’s something I haven’t felt in forever. But one kiss and I’m seeing him in a new light, and I know that one kiss will never be enough.

Cinder -- Meg’s a sweet girl, a little angel who tends to sing and distract me as she cleans my house. I never said she had to pay for her keep around here, but she insists. She’s easily thirty years my junior, which makes me feel like a sick fuck every time I get hard around her, especially after all she’s suffered. Then I royally fucked up and kissed her. Now that I’ve had a taste, I want more, even though I know we’re doomed. A threat to my club, and to Meg, has her under my roof 24/7 and I have no idea how I’ll keep myself from giving into temptation. Whoever leaked her information to The Inferno is going to pay in blood. Even if I haven’t claimed her, Meg is mine, and I always protect what’s mine.

WARNING: Scorching hot sex, a club President who isn’t afraid to inflict some violence on his enemies, and a woman who discovers she’s stronger than she thought. Please be advised there are mentions of physical and sexual abuse, as well as human trafficking of teens, even though nothing is described in detail.
CINDER is available from Changeling Press today (April 5th) and from online retailers on April 12th!


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That damn woman was singing again. How the fuck was I supposed to concentrate on club business when she was sashaying all over the damn house belting out whatever song she’d last heard on the radio? All the women from Colombia were re-homed and off living their lives. Then there was Meg. Damn woman refused to leave the compound unless I sent two men with her. She was constantly jumping at shadows, and doing things like organizing my fucking closet by item type and color. Who the fuck did that shit?
When she started the song over, I growled and threw my pen across the room, watching it bounce off the wall and clatter to the floor. No matter how damn annoying I found it, I couldn’t very well go down there and growl at her. I’d tried it once and she’d promptly burst into tears before running from my house. Then I’d felt like an asshole for scaring her. I didn’t know what to do with her. The men gave her a wide berth most of the time, unless she needed something. They were all there in an instant if they thought Meg was having trouble, or needed protection.
She was always cooking for someone or other, cleaning my fucking house, doing my laundry. Hell, she even bought my groceries. I should be thrilled I didn’t have to handle any of that crap anymore, and I might have been, if the woman didn’t make me hard all the damn time. Even now, with her singing the same thing over and over, I was hard as a fucking steel post. I was staring sixty in the eye and Meg couldn’t be more than twenty-five or twenty-six. Young enough to be my daughter, damn near young enough to be my granddaughter. Made me feel like a sick fuck, even though the age difference didn’t seem to bother my VP. He was more than twenty years older than his wife, Clarity, and I’d never seen two people so in love. Except maybe Havoc and that psycho woman of his.
When I’d reached forty and hadn’t found a woman, I’d decided that family shit just wasn’t for me. I hadn’t even touched the club sluts, not in a long ass time. It had gotten too fucking complicated when I discovered some of them were trying to get pregnant on purpose to trap me and the others in my club. After that, I went on dates here and there with older women in surrounding towns. I hadn’t scratched that itch in probably six months, which might explain why Meg was getting a rise out of my dick all the damn time. Or maybe it was just how sweetly she was curved. I had no doubt she’d be a nice handful if I had her in my bed.
My eye twitched when Meg started her damn song yet again. It wasn’t that the song was annoying so much as it pissed me off that my dick seemed to like her voice a little too much. I unfastened my pants, knowing there was only one way to fix this shit, at least for an hour or two. I pulled open the desk drawer and grabbed the bottle of lube and dragged the box of tissue closer. After squirting a liberal amount of the liquid on my palm, I wrapped my hand around my shaft and started stroking. My eyes slammed shut as her voice carried through the closed door, and I imagined the sounds she’d make as I pounded into her. It only took a few strokes after that for my cum to cover my hand and hit the desk. I groaned as my dick twitched, but didn’t completely deflate.
After cleaning myself and the desk up, I tossed the tissues into the trash and shoved my chair back. I rose to my feet, fastened my pants, and decided enough was enough. The way she was affecting me today, I knew I’d be hard again within an hour, and I had too much shit to do to keep jerking off. I went through the house to the kitchen, where she’d dumped the laundry all over the table and seemed to be matching socks. Her hips swayed back and forth as she belted out the lyrics to whatever pop song was stuck in her head this time.
“Is all that fucking racket really necessary?” I asked, my tone a bit harsher than I’d intended.
She gasped, her hand at her throat, as she spun to face me. Her wide, frightened eyes made me feel like a complete shit, but I could only handle so much. I needed her gone. Not just from my house, but from the compound. I just hadn’t figured out how to make that happen yet. I couldn’t exactly toss her out without anywhere to go or a way to take care of herself. I wasn’t that big a monster, but she was too fucking tempting.
“I can’t work with you singing at the top of your lungs,” I said. “I need to get the week’s numbers to Shade by end of the day so he can pay everyone, and it requires concentration.”
“I’m s-sorry, Cinder. I didn’t mean to keep you from working.” She glanced at the table full of laundry. “I can come back and finish this later. I was going to make lasagna for dinner with garlic bread, and I can always fold this stuff while it’s cooking.”
I ran a hand down my face, not sure how to make this clear to her without making her cry. “Meg, I appreciate you helping around here, and that you seem hell bent on fattening me up, but I’m a grown ass man and can take care of myself.”
“Right,” she said softly, her hands wringing in front of her. “I’ll just go then. Sorry about the mess.”
She couldn’t quite hide the flash of pain in her eyes before she hurried out of the kitchen. A moment later, I heard the front door shut. I stared at the pile of laundry and wondered how asking for some quiet in my own fucking house could make me feel like such a bad man. It wasn’t like she was my fucking wife. I’d given her a place to stay, but it seemed she was always under my damn feet.
I went over to the table and swept the laundry back into the basket, then carried it to my room and dropped it on the bed. I’d fold the shit later and put it away. I couldn’t help but notice she’d made the damn bed already, with military precision at that. She’d been a quick study of how I liked to keep things, and made sure everything was perfect. Too perfect if my closet was anything to go by. I had to wonder if she wasn’t a bit OCD.
Now that there was peace in the house, I could focus on the fucking reports and make sure my men were all paid. We’d sold a truck full of guns and ammo to some ex-military men I knew who had become vigilantes. Since they didn’t harm innocents, I didn’t mind doing business with them. Even the drugs we sold never made it into the hands of kids. I made damn sure of that. Anyone who bought from us knew better than to pull that shit, or they’d end up with a bullet between their eyes. These days we only dealt in pot, but I didn’t want to hear about some fifteen-year-old getting high off the stuff we grew and killing themselves or someone else.
I’d scaled back quite a bit on our illegal dealings, for the most part. We still had the chop shop and had opened a second one outside of town. The marijuana pulled in a small profit, and the guns were a nice bonus. When Scratch had discovered his daughter was alive, and he was going to be a grandpa, I’d pulled back from the heavier stuff. Didn’t want any of that blowing back on my VP’s family. Shade had said he could invest some of the club funds and double our profits, so I’d given him a few hundred grand to play with. Now he was investing over half a million on a monthly basis thanks to the nest egg those initial profits had brought in.
We’d never be completely legit, and I was fine with that, but I also didn’t want the law breathing down our necks and chance any of the men with families getting locked up. It was my job to protect everyone in the Devil’s Boneyard, down to the smallest kid. If that meant fewer illegal dealings, then so be it. I still took the odd job from the government as well, but the older I got, the less they called on me. Couldn’t blame them. I was still sharp, still had perfect vision, but I was getting old compared to the eighteen-year-olds they were recruiting.
I’d just finished the week’s numbers and stuffed everything in a folder for Shade when my doorbell rang. I rubbed my eyes and hoped like hell Meg wasn’t on my doorstep. I needed to get laid, and soon, if I was going to keep having her underfoot. I shoved my chair back and went to see who the fuck was bothering me. When I jerked open the door I saw Jordan with her two-year-old daughter, Lanie.
“Jordan, everything okay?” I asked.
She glared at me, her lips a thin line of displeasure and her eyes snapping with fire. I didn’t know who had pissed her off, but I had a feeling my afternoon just became incredibly busy. She was perfect for Havoc, but a general pain in my ass.
“Meg is crying and packing her shit,” Jordan said.
My heart stuttered in my chest. “What do you mean she’s packing? To go where?”
“She doesn’t know and apparently doesn’t care. You. Made. Her. Cry.”
Fuck. I hadn’t meant to drive Meg away completely, just out of my fucking house. Life was so much easier when I only had to deal with club sluts at the clubhouse. Adding women to the family just complicated shit and added drama I didn’t need.
“I never told her she had to leave the compound,” I said.
“No, just your damn house.” I heard Jordan’s jaw crack she was so damn angry. “If you don’t fix this shit, I’m going to leave Lanie with you. For an entire week.”
The demon spawn in her arms gave me a grin that I wasn’t about to admit scared the shit out of me. I didn’t do kids, especially not this kid. Loved Havoc, and Jordan for the most part, but their kid was damn frightening. Anyone else who spoke to me like this would have met my fist, but Jordan was a woman and I wouldn’t lay a hand on her. Not to mention, if I upset her, then she’d make it hell on Havoc, and the last thing I needed was my Sergeant at Arms being pissed at the world because his wife was being a bitch, even though that seemed to be Jordan’s default setting.
“I’ll go talk to Meg,” I said.


ABOUT HARLEY

When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.You can follow Harley on Amazon, Twitter, or Facebook. Get New Release notifications (for US readers) by following Harley on BookBub!Visit Harley’s website at harleywylde.com!

Evernighties Blog Challenge Week 14

What I Learned from my Worst Review

When my first book, Black Leather Pants, was accepted for publication, I wanted to make sure I wasn't a One-book Wonder. I put a few books out there with my old publisher because I'd finally achieved my life-long dream of being a published author. I had studied the successful writers and thought that more sex was the key to selling books, so I wrote a lot of insta-love stories with many sex scenes. 

When the reviews started rolling in, I was shocked that critics and readers didn't respond to what I thought were awesome stories! I took every single criticism to heart and started to reanalyze what I was writing. Other than the fact that I couldn't seem to breatk the habit of writing in passive voice, I wasn't getting it. I read more books from my favorite authors, wondering why my books were getting sub-par reviews. To say I was lost was an understatement. I had a few editors jump in and give me their opinion...change this part of the story, or do away with that ending. That led to me putting out a few books that I didn't like.
It all came back to a few things: readers didn't like Insta-love and sex for the sake of sex wasn't wanted. Readers like story and substance. And finally after a few years, I realized I had to go with my gut and stop following the direction of editors who told me what to change in the direction of the characters. 
I decided to change publishers and found Evernight. My first book with them was "On Call Mistress". It had been an idea rumbling around in my head for years. One thing about Evernight that I love is their Romance on the Go line, short stories designed for the reader who needs a quick fix of romance. These stories need to be told within a limited amout of pages, so I accepted the challenge of dropping into a character's life to give them their happy-ever-after. 
I think over the 10 years I've been a published author I've learned so much about myself and have grown in my craft, mainly from the reviews I've revceived. I read them and listen to them, and they help me to fine tune my writing skills. I was fortunate to get some of my rights reversed back to me on the stories I didn't particularly like. I reworked them and Evernight has been generous enough to republish them. (Don't be afraid of buying a book with the label of "republished". That usually means they've been rewritten and made better!)
So thank you to all who have ever reviewed my books. I really appreciate your critique, good or bad!