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New MC Romance from Harley Wylde!

Publisher: Changeling Press Cover Artist: Bryan Keller Genres/Themes: MC Romance, New Adult, Silver Fox, ContemporaryEmmie -- I overheard my father promise my hand in marriage to a man who is so cold I’m not sure he even has a heart. So I did what any young woman would do. I ran. My sister, Federal Agent Lupita Montoya, gave me sanctuary in the US and helped me file the proper paperwork so I could stay indefinitely. Now Lupita is in prison and my time is running out. My father and Ernesto will be coming for me. When Lupita sends me to the Dixie Reapers compound in Alabama, I know they’re my last hope. I just didn’t count on falling for one of them.
Tank -- The hot little Latina I’ve had my eye on for three weeks is in trouble, and the time for waiting is over. I thought I’d claim her, get those Spanish bastards to back off, but then she knocked me off my feet. Emmie is really Emelda Montoya, sister to the woman I chased around Christmas, and someone my club owes a debt. It makes Emmie hands off, but I’ve never been good at backing down, especially when I see something I want. And I want Emmie to be mine. She’s over a decade younger than me, but I’m not going to let something like age stand in my way, and I’m sure as hell not going to let her mobster father get between us. I’ll bury him if I have to, along with that sick bastard, Ernesto.
But the more digging my club does, the more twisted the tale becomes. For the first time in my life, I’m not sure we can handle the trouble that’s landed on our doorstep, but I will die trying to protect the woman I’m falling for, the woman I accidentally knocked up, the woman I call wife.
Warning: Contains some violence and some darker themes. If you’re looking for a sweet read, this isn’t it. There’s melt your panties sex and a biker who will stop at nothing to protect the woman he loves.

5 Random Facts About Harley
I’m completely addicted to white mochas from Starbucks. I probably have 4-5 of them a week, and I’ve been told I’m much more pleasant after I’ve had my daily Starbucks.By the age of 20, I had learned to play piano, flute, mountain dulcimer, hammered dulcimer, and the harp.I was 12 when I earned my first degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do and I used to compete in tournaments.I have a thing for 80’s movies. Overboard, Wild Cats, Labyrinth, Sixteen Candles, Breakfast Club, Weird Science, Top Gun, Baby Boom... and a bunch of others.I’ve always loved to read, but my reading appetite grew when I discovered Christopher Pike, R.L. Stine’s Fear Street, and Ritchie Tankersly Cusick. My mom always complained that my nose was permanently stuck in a book.
Playlist for Tank
Take Me to Church by HozierBad Girlfriend by Theory of a DeadmanStand by R.E.M.Informer by SnowJust Like Fire by P!nkNancy Mulligan by Ed SheeranMy House by Flo RidaThunder by Imagine DragonsAngel by ShaggyBroken by lovelythebandShe by Green DayBetter Sorry Than Safe by HalestormDespacito by Daddy YankeeYoungblood by 5 Seconds of Summer
Character Interview with Tank
What did you think when you saw Emmie for the first time?
Tank: Um, honestly, my thoughts were rather X-rated. I saw all those curves and that sweet smile, and let’s just say I was a bit uncomfortable in the diner that day.
Did it bother you when you found out Emmie was the little sister of Agent Lupita Montoya?
Tank: Yes and no. It didn’t change how I felt about her, but I knew Lupita wouldn’t like her little sister being with me. The woman went to prison to save my club and I felt like I owed her something, but Emmie was just too damn tempting for me to keep away.
Were you worried about your club accepting Emmie as your old lady?
Tank: Not really. Anyone who gets to know Emmie can tell she’s really damn sweet and has the heart of an angel. The only issue would have been Lupita. As for Emmie herself, everyone know meets her falls under her spell.
Everyone says you’re the kind of guy who was never going to settle down. What do you have to say about that?
Tank: When you meet the right woman, all that other shit just goes away. The random women aren’t important, and partying with the guys doesn’t hold the same thrill. I saw Emmie and she consumed me thoughts. I wanted her, and not just sexually, but I wanted to keep her forever. One of my brothers told me that when a Reaper finds his perfect match, he just knows, and I think he was right.

Coming February 1 to Changeling PressPre-Order at Amazon, B&N, Kobo, and iTunes for February 8All rights reserved. Copyright ©2019 Harley Wylde
The new waitress at the diner was a cute thing, and familiar somehow. Her dark hair hung down her back in curls, nearly falling to her waist even with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. It was the first thing I’d noticed. The second had been the killer curves that would be more than a handful. I’d always had a thing for short, curvy women. Her skin was flawless, even though she looked overly tired with dark circles under her eyes. Fatigue seemed to be weighing her down, and I noticed she struggled to keep up. She’d popped up a few weeks ago, and I’d been here nearly every day since the first glimpse I’d had of her. It was her eyes that seemed so familiar.
“Isn’t she a little young for you?” Wire asked, nodding toward my obsession.
I shrugged. It was true enough, she didn’t look very old, and I preferred my women closer to thirty, if not older. Didn’t mean I couldn’t look. Woman with a body like that, it was really damn hard not to stare. I got hard just thinking about that perfect ass of hers, bent over as she begged to be fucked. I wondered if she was a screamer.
I wasn’t the only one noticing her. Several of the male customers checked her out. I’d even seen one try to grab her ass, but she’d managed to twist away. I’d been about two seconds from getting up and handling the situation, but she’d kept going like it hadn’t happened. Made me wonder if she dealt with that shit all the time, and it only pissed me off. I’d never condoned men taking what wasn’t offered. There was a difference in fucking a willing woman and trying to grab someone who didn’t want your attention. Some assholes learned that the hard way, usually after I’d put my fist through their face to teach them some manners.
My conscience pricked when I thought about Wraith’s woman, Rin. I’d nearly tossed her out on her ass the first night she’d appeared at our gates. If I’d done that, she’d be dead right now. I’d been an asshole to her, and I wasn’t proud of myself. At the time, I’d been hurting over a stupid cunt who had tried to trick me into staying with her, and I’d taken it out on poor Rin. Blair had been a complete bitch, but I hadn’t gotten away soon enough. I’d apologized to Rin for my behavior since then, but I knew Wraith wouldn’t forgive me anytime soon.
The petite waitress didn’t seem like the kind of woman who would string men along, unlike the woman I’d been seeing up until two years ago. I’d found out Blair had several stallions in her stable, confronted her about, and then she’d tried to trick me into believing I’d gotten her pregnant. I’d strung her along a little longer, until I could prove her to be a liar. She hadn’t soured me on women, though. Pissed me off good and proper, but I still got my dick wet at the clubhouse often enough. No, the woman who had fucked me over in my early twenties had soured me on relationships. Blair was my first attempt to be with a woman longer than a few days, and look how that had turned out.
The little Latina waitress had a name tag that said Emmie and the name was as cute as she was. My brothers had given me hell, telling me I should just ask her out. I was always careful not to sit in her section. I’d noticed the first time we’d come in after she’d been hired she froze when she saw us enter the diner. The blood had drained from her face, and I’d thought she might faint. It wasn’t the first time a woman had been afraid of us, and I doubted it would be the last. I knew I was more intimidating than most with my height and size. I wasn’t the enforcer for my club without reason. Someone started a fight, I could finish it, usually with them requiring a coroner when I was done.
“Are we going to eat here all the damn time just because you want to bang the hot little Hispanic girl?” Tempest asked. “Because the food is decent enough, but I’m starting to get tired of it.”
“No one said you had to come along,” I told him, my gaze still locked on Emmie.
“And miss it when you finally find your balls and go talk to her?” he asked. “No, until you man the fuck up and ask her out, I’ll just keep tagging along. Might be worth it if she shoots you down. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman turn you away, except that federal agent. That one over there, she doesn’t look like someone who would be interested in a guy like you.”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“For one, she’s what? Five feet nothing to your six feet five? How the hell would that even work?” Tempest asked.
I looked over at him and raised a brow. “Really? Do you need lessons? Is that why you’re still single? Not keeping the ladies happy in the bedroom?”
Tempest flipped me off, and I went back to watching Emmie.
No one knew her story. I’d asked around, but she was a complete unknown. No family in the area, and I’d heard she was staying at some shit motel on the other end of town. It wasn’t safe, and I’d taken to driving by there when I knew she was going home from work. Even though I made sure she got into her room without any problems, it was impossible to guarantee her safety past that. Not unless I camped out at her doorstep all night.
The bell over the door jingled, and Emmie went deathly pale, dropping the plate she’d been carrying. It shattered at her feet, but she was frozen in place. My gaze locked onto the men who had just entered the diner. It was obvious she recognized them, even though I didn’t, and I made it my mission in life to know all the big players in town. These men with their expensive suits, three hundred dollar haircuts, and arrogance weren’t small fish. They also didn’t look all that young.
“Emelda, it’s time to do your duty,” one of them said.
“How did you find me?” she asked, her voice soft and shaky.
“That doesn’t matter. Your fiancé is here, and he’s willing to forgive this transgression,” the man said, waving a hand at the guy standing next to him.
Fiancé? I hadn’t noticed a ring on her finger in all the days I’d been here. And yeah, I’d looked. I might be an asshole at times, but I never poached. If I’d have thought she belonged to someone else, I’d have backed off. Not that I’d really made a move yet anyway.
“I’m not going with either of you,” she said, tipping her jaw up.
The men advanced on her, and I knew I had a decision to make. Stand back and let things play out, or step in and extract the little angel from a situation she clearly wanted to avoid. I didn’t know who these men were, but it didn’t matter right then. They scared her, and that put them at the top of my list of assholes who needed to disappear.
I pushed my chair back and made my way over to her, but she didn’t even look at me. Her hands were clenched at her sides, but I could see the fear in her eyes, and I was willing to bet these men could too. They came closer, pausing a moment as I stepped up behind Emmie. I wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her back against my body.
“Everything all right, baby?” I asked. “These men bothering you?”
“Stay out of this,” the supposed fiancé said. “Emelda is mine, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll just walk away. This is family business.”
“Family business?” I asked. “Then I guess I’ll just have to stick around, seeing as how Emmie is my woman.”
Find out more about Harley Wylde by visiting her online!

Welcome Lynn Burke! Talking about her New Fallen Gliders MC Release!

Hello Lynn!  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 this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
Jonny is the fifth and final novella in the Fallen Gliders MC series. His book has been long in coming, and I am so excited to share his story—and wrap up the Gliders’ on-going problems that started up in Hawk.
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I try to plan out as much as possible. Character interviews and an outline, but sometimes, when I’m waist-deep in a story, the characters decide to take things where they want to go rather than what I had planned. Their stubbornness used to annoy me, but I’ve found rolling with it ends up strengthening the story and giving a much more satisfying ending.
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 really try to make each book a standalone, but with the Gliders’ series, there ended up being some external conflict that floated beneath each story’s/characters’ plot.
 Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I’m currently working on two series, Devil’s Outlaws MC for Changeling Press and Blood Born series for Evernight. The first is pretty self-explanatory and the second is a MMF dragon shifters/BDSM novel-length series.



Jonny Hayes, president of the Fallen Gliders MC, can’t remember the last time a woman got him up or off. With the club under fire and an inside snitch spilling their secrets, the last thing he needs in his life is a curvy blonde on the run … even if she does make his hands itch to redden her sweet ass.

The law refuses to protect Alexa Thorne from her ex, a Silent Demon who thinks she’s still his property. Bruised but not broken, she runs north in search of her friend—and a safe place to escape—but instead finds herself surrounded by a rival gang. Vouched for and under the Gliders’ protection, Alexa refuses to let a man touch her again—even if their alpha president makes her body burn to submit to him.

Jonny vows to keep his hands to himself, but the undeniable pull between the two cannot be ignored. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, even if the consequences of his plan cost him his club, his brothers, and his freedom.






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ADULT EXCERPT: She sat on the edge of the bed, my white t-shirt hiding her perfect tits, her blonde hair a rumpled mess. Lips still swollen. Shoulders relaxed, and makeup smeared around her bright eyes.“You’re gorgeous,” I muttered, fisting my cock.She glanced down at the movement beneath the comforter, her cheeks tinging pink and nipples pebbling beneath my shirt. “Want some coffee?” she asked, her voice more breathless than a few seconds earlier.I pushed the blankets down over my body, thrusting into my hand while baring my cock.  “I’d rather have you ride me.”She swallowed, her gaze flitting to my face as the pulse leapt in her neck.“But coffee’s good,” I said when she didn’t speak or make a move.“You held back last night.”I nodded, still lazily stroking my cock.Alexa licked her lower lip, glancing once more at my dick. “Do you … like to hurt women in a sexual way?” she asked, her voice quiet.“Only if they want me to.”“Spanking?”I bit back my groan at the memory of her plump ass. “Yes.”“Pulling hair? Biting?” She met my gaze once more, her eyes flitting from one of mine to the other as though hoping to read the truth of my answer.“Yes, and yes,” I said, my hand stilling. “But not without consent or safewords,”She nodded and climbed atop me, lifting my shirt so her bare pussy rested against the top of my hand and my cock.“Christ.” I breathed out the word and released my hold on myself to grasp her bare hips lightly beneath the shirt.She ground her pussy against my aching length, slickening me with her arousal. “I-I’d like to try all that with you,” she whispered, staring into my eyes, “but right now, I just want you to fuck me.”So more than just one night. Fuck, yes. “Condom?”“I want you bare—if that’s okay?”“I fucking hate rubbers,” I muttered, my dick jumping at the thought of feeling her pussy against my skin. “Birth control?”She nodded and shifted her hips, notching me against her opening. “Clean, too.”“So am I.”I flexed as she moved back, and we came together in one rocking motion.“Fuck.” I clenched my jaw, the wetness of her heat clasping me. “Never gone without before,” I said between my teeth, fighting to keep from digging my fingers into her hips and taking what I wanted.Alexa slid forward along my length and sank back down, her lower lip between her teeth.“Take off the t-shirt,” I said. “Touch those beautiful tits for me.”Red infused her cheeks, but she did as told, her small hands lifting the heaviness of her breasts.With a heave of breath, I sat up and latched onto the pebbled nipple of one she held, breathing in her sweet, peach scent, the desire to bite rather than lick racing through my blood.Her breath caught as she lifted and lowered over my cock, her wetness leaking down over my balls, pussy clenching with every gentle scrape of my teeth over her hardened nub.“Harder,” she whispered, and I thrust up into her as she sank onto my shaft again. I went for a small nibble, and she moaned, her back arching, pressing her tit into my face. “Yes…”Her whispered word fucking thrilled me, and I nibbled again, thrusting up into her as her pussy clamped down on me.“Oh, God.” She whimpered and gasped while moving against me, her body a fucking vision of motion, swaying and grinding.I slid a hand around her backside, my fingertips trailing up and down her ass crack while she moved on me. As she lifted, I gathered moisture off my dick and slid a fingertip over her asshole as she fucked down onto me again.Her breath caught, and she stayed impaled, circling her hips in time with my finger rimming her ass. I released my mouth from her breast with a pop. “Like that?” I asked, pressing lightly.She whimpered and nodded, eyes clenched shut, pulse thrumming in her neck as she ground against me.I thrust with my hips and slid my finger past her ring of muscle.“God.” Her breath left in a rush, and she tipped her head back, her neck an offering I couldn’t pass up.I latched onto the softness of her skin at the base of her neck, and she began to rock on my lap. “More,” she whispered, her hands grabbing hold of my head to keep me close.Teeth, or finger in her ass, I wasn’t sure which she meant, so I went with both, nipping her flesh with my teeth in open mouth kisses and finger sliding in and out of her tight hole while she rode me.“God, yes.” She gasped and shuddered, her fingernails digging into my scalp. “Fuck, yes.” Her pussy spasmed. “Jonny!” She cried out my name a second time as her inner walls clamped down on my thrusting cock, and I captured her mouth, swallowing every whimper and moan of her climax while shooting my cum deep inside her.Nothing fucking compared to erupting in a woman’s body without the strangling hold of a damn condom. Nothing. Fucking perfection, and I wasn’t about to give up what I’d just found—fuck the Demons, and fuck her ex. I just needed to show her I could be the man for her.
© 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.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/Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/authorlynnburkeBookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/lynn-burke

Time Travel the Ancient World with Jennifer Macaire!

Hello Jennifer!  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 this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
Yes, it's part of a series, and although there is an explanation in the first chapter, it would be better to read the whole series. (I would say that, wouldn't I?) In short, the story is about Ashley, a woman from the future, who time travels back to meet Alexander the Great for a day – only he kidnaps her and strands her in his time. In this book, book 6 (there are 7 books in the series, so this is next to last!), Ashley and Alexander are headed towards the Land of the Eaters of the Dead, to save Alexander's soul, and to save the world from ending. In fact, the druids have decided to kidnap Alexander and Ashley's son and use him to unite their tribes and defeat the Romans. If this happens, then history, as Ashley knows it, will change, and the terrible Time Senders, in the far future, will erase her, and everyone she loves in order to arrest that change.
As you can see, it's a total fantasy based on the legend of Alexander the Great, and it's a mad romp through history with blood-thirsty druids, oracles, and Ashley with her two lovers, Alexander and Plexis.
 Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
Alexander the Great really did exist, and so did druids, and the fact is, if the Celtic tribes had been able to unite, then Rome would never have conquered Europe, and we would be living in a vastly different world. I love history, so I'm like a fish in water when I write about ancient times!
Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer?
My strongest asset is my imagination – I can "what if" all day long, and I love to do research. My weakness is that I'm dyslexic, and if spell-check didn't exist, I probably couldn't be a writer! 
Q) Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?
I write because I love to tell stories, and I'm not trying to please everyone (impossible, I know – I'm proof of that – I hated Fifty Shades of Gray, lol). There are a lot of triggers in my books (a threesome, rape scenes, people die) so I know that not everyone will like that. On the other hand, I'm a terrible realist, and even while writing science fiction or fantasy, I try to make it as real-life as possible. Shit happens, but I think that most people realize that. My books all have happy endings, which is important for me; I can't stand books that end like Hamlet!
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I plan, plan, plan – but they still change and develop. Sometimes in ways I don't anticipate. I didn't plan for Alexander to kidnap Ashley – it was supposed to be a short story, but he thought she was the goddess Persephone, he wrenched her from the tele-port beam, and I went on to write a seven book series!
Well, book 7 is done, edited, and will be out in April, I think. I'm working on a new one, this time it's set in the crusades and it's just one book – no sequels this time! :-) 


The Soul of Time by Jennifer Macaire
Ashley and Alexander come face to face with Volterix, the terrifying Thief of Souls – a druid with powers to stop time and change the future of the world.
Ashley and Alexander must travel to the far north in order to stop the Volterix from irrevocably changing time. With Alexander’s soul, and Paul as his puppet, the druid hopes he can stop the Roman legions from conquering Europe and thus save the druids from extinction. But Ashley knows that will not happen without the mysterious Time-Senders erasing all their lives.
In order to save herself, her children, and the men she loves, she has to somehow get Alexander’s soul back and find the druid’s lair.

Universal to buy link: getbook.at/Soul-of-Time

Author's bio: Jennifer Macaire is an American living in Paris. She likes to read, eat chocolate, and plays a mean game of 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 modelled 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.

Author website: https://authorjennifermacaire.wordpress.com/Blog (more fun):https://jennifermacaire.wordpress.com/Facebook page:https://www.facebook.com/TimeforAlexa...
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A Book that has Influenced my Life

This week's topic is difficult because I can name three books that have greatly influenced my writing but only one that influenced my life so much that after I read it, I decided I wanted to be a romance author. That book was Web of Silk by Yvonne Whittle, a Harlequin Presents set in South Africa. The heroine, the romance, and the beautiful setting blew my very young impressionable mind. 

As for the three books that influenced my writing, the first was "Avarayan Rising" by Judith Tarr. I've often cited that it's a must read for people wanting to learn how to write. The second book is actually a series of books, the Harry Potter novels by JK Rowling. The journey I went on reading these books taught me how important it is to connect the dots. And the last book was "The Boundless Deep" by Kate Braille. I loved the first person narrative and how the author invoked such emotion within the pages. 
There are many romance books I love and many I still have in my library, where I'll grab and read over and over, but these four have impacted my life so much that I couldn't write about just one. Some of my favorite authors are Julia Quinn, Lisa Kleypas, Amanda Quick...Each and every one have influenced my writing over the years. My books are very much a part of me, of who I am, and I would never get rid of them. I still have that very first one, Web of Silk, and it's still my absolute favorite.

Wednesday's Writers Block Bypass Exercise

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.
A lot of times I talk out my character’s dialogue. I downloaded a recorder onto my phone and when I’m driving, or in the bathtub, or anytime I have a moment I talk out my story ideas. Sometimes I even give them accents they wouldn’t have. Then, all I have to do is type out what I said. It’s a great way to work out a difficult scene or hammer out interesting dialogue. 
Narrator
Imagine your story as told by an omniscient narrator. What would Morgan Freeman say?
>Tell your story out loud with your best storyteller voice. Try to use a lot of “althoughs” and “meanwhiles”.
> What if your narrator is lying, or otherwise unreliable? Consider ways you could misdirect the reader.
> List three characters who could narrate the story. How would it change with each of them?
> Imagine your story narrated by a famous actress, a famous rapper, or a cartoon character
A writer is the narrator of their character’s life. Perhaps writing out that story can’t be linear. For instance, Lisa McMann wrote a book titled “Wake” in which the main character’s story was written like a diary with date and time stamps. Just remember, you hold the master pen to shape your character’s world, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be a typical layout.


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 

What Would I do if I Couldn't be a Writer?

If I couldn't be a writer, I'd have to think back to the beginning of my career, when I was first published in 2009. From the moment I got the phone call from my then publisher, my whole world changed. I'd been reading romance novels for a long time, even writing my own blurbs to stories I thought up...and now I a lifelong dream had taken root. Being a writer is all I had ever wanted to do with my life, and I was determined I wouldn't be a one-book wonder.

Unfortunately, you only make money by writing more and more books. It takes a while for a writer to build up their backlist as well their reputation. I had to have a day job. I've worked in the medical field in various positions for about 26 years. I've been a surgical tech, a medical assistant, a histotech for a Mohs surgeon, and now I'm a pharmacy tech. If I couldn't be a writer, I'd be working a thankless job without any way to siphon off my creativity. I think I'd been pretty miserable.

A writer isn't just a writer because we wake up one day and decide to string a bunch of words together. Storytelling is in our souls. It's who we are, not just what we do. It's probably the only profession where having conversations with imaginary people is perfectly acceptable and doesn't make us insane.

I do have a Plan B, and that's what I'm doing now. Working in a pharmacy, standing on my feet for 10 hours a day, hoping my muse doesn't strike during my time in work hell. One day I hope to break free and devote all my time to writing. For now, however, for forty hours a week, I schlep to work in light blue scrubs and fill prescriptions. So if I couldn't be a writer, I'd probably be doing this same old thing, and living vicariously through the books of authors I wish I could be.

Wednesday's Writers Block Bypass Exercise

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.  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.
What jobs have you given your hero or heroine? Whatever it is, you have to write it believable. Don’t write your hero is a math genius if you are clueless in mathematics. I once read a time travel story, set 100 years in the future, where a bacterial meningitis outbreak broke out and the heroine broke into a vet office to find the injectable antibiotics needed. First, medicine expires and second, a 100 years will have any liquid evaporated. Since I’m in the medical field, this completely took me out of the story. 
Not My Job
Give your hero new responsibilities, including a chance to prove himself/herself.

>List three interesting jobs in your world, then brainstorm how your hero might fill them.
> Imagine your hero is drafting a resume. What would he/she list for “career goals”?
> If your hero were to pretend to have another occupation, what might it be?

Sometimes it’s makes for great drama to take your hero/heroine out of their comfort zone and plop them into situations that leave them scrambling to figure out. Like Ally Sheedy in the movie “Maid to Order”. It’s a reverse Cinderella story where she’s a spoiled rich brat whose fairy godmother turns her into a maid in her own home. Perhaps take your hero’s strength and turn it into his or her weakness, and let your imagination run wild with that. 


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 

Q & A with Katherine Wyvern!

Hello Katherine!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
How did I ever? Good question! I am always a pantser but this was the most serious bit of pantsing I ever did. This story galloped out at top speed and half of the time I had no idea what was happening. Rikko’, my pirate, was supposed to get romantic with a certain wealthy powerful lady in the book… but he didn’t. He was adamant that he was gay, and I had to come up with a boy for him. And because Rikko’ was outrageously sexy and a bit of a dark character, I thought I’d write a softer, sweeter counterpart for him. That is how Gael came to be. And whereas Rikko’ has a secret wound, Gael has a secret strength to match. They are very complementary, which I think works well for them.
Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
This is a spin-off from a novel that was published in 2014, called Spellbreakers, based in a sort of fantasy version of Europe. It came about as it’s one story to begin with but then fell into that universe really well.
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
There is a very opinionated ring-tailed lemur in it… she is very jealous... but only of other females.
Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer?
My strongest asset? Possibly my voice, which is very lyrical in parts, and very… well, very “voicey”. It’s the thing people immediately remark upon. My weakest factor? My voice, again. It’s a love or hate thing. Some readers find it vivid and engulfing and  are enchanted with it. Others find it antiquated and distracting. You can’t please everybody.
Q) Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?
I can’t say I actively try to be original, but I don’t really think of readers when I write (something my editor keeps nagging me about). I think I mostly write for my characters, and myself. I want to give them the best story, and live alternate lives through them. If the readers appreciate that, of course, I am over the moon (and always a little surprised, because I am such an oddball).
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
Oh dear, no, I could not plan a character to save my life. Usually it’s them who decide what to do. Rikko’, the pirate in this story, really wiped the floor with me. He was out of control start to finish. I wanted him to be light and funny, and he became dark and brooding. I wanted him to have a menage, and he said, he was a man who only loved once (which is really unusual for my characters!). I wanted him to be the Queen’s Pirate and he said he’d be the Pirate Queen. I gave up. *throws hands in the air*. He is just his own man. I am not responsible for his antics. I really ain’t.
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?
Both. And it can change. Spellbreakers was supposed to have a sequel, which didn’t come, but then sprouted this incredibly fun spin-off, In the Eye of the Wind.
Black Carnival was supposed to be part of a trilogy, but so far only two novels happened (BC itself and White Sands) and two short stories (Head Shy and Hell’s Mercy).
My most recent books, Woman as a Foreign Language, Spice & Vanilla and A muse to Live For are all stand alones, but subtly interconnected. I think of them as “loose trilogy”. Some stories are just “isolated incidents”, like my free-read The Nymph in the Stolen Garden, or my fairytale romance The Garden of a Thousand Nightingales.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I am a little burnt-out to be honest, right now, but I hope to get to work on a very thrilling sci/fi story I conceived last year (and wrote a few pages of). It was supposed to be a cooperation with my husband, but he chickened out and I am on my own now. It is a time-traveling story with a slightly heart-breaking twist on the concept of fated mate. If the muse helps I’ll try to get to work on it after A Muse to Live For is released, probably in February (I apologize for the number of muses in this sentence, but such is my life).



 Blurb:Born in the northern wastes of Kaleva in the middle of a devastating war between light and darkness, Rikko’ has found his way south to the warm shores of the Circled Sea, the first elver to ever turn pirate.

Forbidden by the rules of the Andalouan court to pursue such an ungentlemanly career, Gael can only dream of ever becoming a doctor, and his medical studies remain unfinished until his aunt the Queen sends him on a covert mission to the pirate city of Beyas’kahl.

And here, after one night with Rikko’, all his loyalties are put to the test.

Queen Amata has reigned for three decades, and she always used her men cunningly. But even the best player can miscalculate, and her blunder places Gael first in slavery, then in a naval battle, and finally, worst of all, face to face with Rikko’s darkest and deadliest side.

From such darkness, is there any coming back? Is there any hope of love for Gael, or redemption for Rikko’?



Excerpt:
“Come, Puna, sweetie,” he said, plucking the lemur off Gael’s shoulder with one hand.
He placed her on his chest of drawers, on a pile of freshly laundered clothes, her favorite bedding in the world, after himself. She grumbled a little but soon settled down. “And as for you, my boy, you come here to me,” he whispered, drawing Gael to the edge of his bed, where they both tumbled down together, kissing.
Gael was still frantically pecking at him, with those tight-lipped clueless kisses that drove Rikko’ to distraction. He let himself be kissed like that for some minutes—it was so ridiculously lovable.
Ah, it is a pity to teach him anything, he thought. I wish I could keep him like this forever. He knows nothing, except that he has this need…
But you can’t have your cake and eat it, I suppose.
“Wait, sweet, wait,” he whispered finally, and laid Gael on his back, pinning his body down with his folded leg as he lay beside him, and took his cheek in his palm. He put his mouth to Gael’s mouth, and gently, slowly, savoring every minute instant of it, he ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of those tightly closed lips, lightly at first, then harder, until the lips finally parted, like two halves of a plum, and Gael gasped in surprise and then lust. His body arched in desire when Rikko’s tongue met his, and he groaned with hunger, welcoming the new intimacy of that tongue-to-tongue kiss with an adoring fierceness that had Rikko’ near to tears with emotion. He groaned again, hugging Rikko’ closer, sinking his fingers in his hair, touching his face and neck and ears, pursuing his mouth when Rikko’ pulled back to breathe, licking Rikko’s lips.
Rikko’ had never met any grown man (Gael was young, sure, but not a child—Rikko’ despised child lovers, and never, ever went close to the little creatures himself) both so inexperienced, so shy, and yet so wholeheartedly passionate. It was enchanting, and utterly enflaming. He laughed softly and pulled back from the kisses. This was just too much. He could not wait any longer. He needed to touch this boy properly all over; he had to have his cock in his mouth, and maybe, if Gael was so inclined, inside that beautiful, taut little butt.
“Too many clothes,” he said, in Gael’s ear. He kicked off his flip-flops, and realized, with a bit of a shock, that he was still wearing his dagger, stuck in his sash, and his sword belt. He had forgotten all about them. He crossed the room to lay both weapons on his chest of drawers and untied his sash, and felt Gael’s hands on his hips.
“C—can I? Sir? Please?” whispered the boy, and Rikko’ smiled as Gael, with almost religious awe, unwound the length of silk from around his waist and hips and let it fall to the floor around his feet.
Rikko’ stepped out of the puddled folds and murmured, “You too.”
He finished undressing in a few seconds. He never wore a lot. It just got in the way.
Gael took off his clothes, and Rikko’ watched him from the bed, waiting. Under those strangely unattractive breeches and shirt, he was every bit as delicious as Rikko’ had always known he would be, not particularly muscular, but sleek and quick, and just a little awkward, like a young animal, full-grown but still uncertain of his body.
Rikko’ pulled him close, pressing that lithe soft form against his own, and their cocks met halfway, both hard and quite ready, so that they had to be pulled up against their bellies for them to embrace. Rikko’ smiled and palmed Gael’s butt, and kissed him, deep and long, and then put a hand between them and took the boy’s member in his fingers just for a bit of a feel, a bit of foreplay.
He tugged at the lovely taut cock once.
Gael gave a sort of astonished yelp, tensed all over, and then moaned wildly against Rikko’s shoulder, oh, oh, ooh, and suddenly Rikko’ found himself awash in hot, splashing, dripping jets of sperm, all down his belly, lap, and leg, a veritable, goddamn, bleeding flood of it.
He let go, dumbfounded, and then burst into laughter.
“Wh—well, I’ll be … what the…” he began, but, really, he could only laugh. I just barely touched him!
“Damn it, doctor, our ship sprung a leak,” he said finally, still laughing. “I’m drowned!”
“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” said Gael, absolutely frantic, “oh gods, sir, I am so sorry!” He jumped out of bed, fumbling around. “I’ll find my handkerchief, sir, I’ll mop it up this minute…”
Rikko’ laughed even harder and stretched out to pull him back in bed.
“Stop that. Leave it. Leave it, damn it! It’s all right. I’m joking. It’s all right! It’s all good! Stuff’s good for the skin, it is known. Leave it.” He couldn’t stop laughing.


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Bio:
I have entered that age when looking at beautiful male models in their prime makes me a cougar, ahem. 
Almost all my heroines are short: that’s because I look at the world from hobbit level. Being so small I am three times more concentrated (read: obsessive) than anybody I know. I am exhaustingly creative in writing, arts, crafts... Sometimes my brain gets friction burns from hurtling at such speed from one universe to the next.
I love animals, plants, and occasionally even people.
Like the Highlander I come from a lot of different places. I was born in Italy but lived here and there and consider myself simply and deeply European. I love Europe passionately, its antiquity, its diversity, its quirkiness. All my books are set in Europe, or alternate versions of it.

I have been writing since I can remember.

Katherine’s Blog: https://katherinewyvern.blogspot.fr/Katherine’s Website: http://meetingivory.wixsite.com/katherinewyvernFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/katherinewyvern Twitter: https://twitter.com/KatherineWyvernOr follow her on Instagram @katherinewyvern

Blast from the Past Spotlighting...Landra Graf's "Raven Pirate Assassin Spy"

Once Upon A Time...
Sorella Corvino lost her brother to The Cursed years ago. Sorella is so determined to find him, she'll make any deal, rescue the outcasts and those like him, and risk flying into any port to rescue him. When her latest pirate efforts partner her with a bounty hunter who's too charming, sexy, and handsome for his own good, she knows she's in trouble.
Ian Marshall no longer believes in fairy tales…
Disowned and a marked criminal in the United States, this merchant turned bounty hunter, is one bounty away from freedom; and freedom's price is handing over one person to the most cutthroat gang in the world, The Cursed. Yet, he can't get to them without Sorella's help. Too bad she's gorgeous, aggravating, and a little trigger happy.
As the attraction mounts, the danger grows and the pair find themselves invading a skin trader den, the ballrooms of dictator-ruled Germany, and fighting battles in the sky in the hopes of getting everything they want. Only thing they didn't plan on... falling in love.
Q & A  
1.       Did you plot this book out or write wherever an idea took you?
a.       This book is one I call a percolator. I wrote this story for a special call, it’s based on the Grimm Fairytale, The Seven Ravens. Once assigned, it took months for this story to develop in my head. I let the characters emerge and the tale, in the end I found myself in a new type of world with lots of action, adventure, and a dash of romance.
2.       Do you believe a book cover plays an important role in the selling process?
a.       For sure! This book’s cover is one of my most popular and commands a lot of attention. I always look at covers when I am doing my personal book shopping.
3.       Any advice you would like to give to your younger self?
a.       There will be many rejections, many bumps in the road, and many life interferences, but never give up on the dream.
EXCERPT
“I already paid off the police, at least for the moment. Until your cousin offers them more.” The words rolled off her tongue matter-of-factly as if this sort of situation occurred every day. His pants tightened at her words. A woman who feared nothing, who didn’t believe in danger.
“Very generous of you.”
“Hmm?” She stopped playing with her balisong knife and looked at him.
He came toward her, arms open, expecting her to move away from the door and put distance between them. She didn’t. “You protected me at your own expense.”
“I thought you might take my generosity as replacement for me losing the bet.”
Less than six inches separated their bodies. The pulse point at her neck fluttered, her breath shallow. Her knife stilled in her hand, closed, but ready to deploy. She waited for him to make a move.
The distinct possibility existed he’d be dead in the next minute, but her lips were deep red, like cherries he’d eaten in late summer. To leave them untouched would be a crime. “You thought wrong.”
He leaned in. She gasped, and then he kissed her.
She’d been kissed before, but it had merely been her parents’ chaste touches to her cheeks or forehead, and, once, her fiancé had brushed her lips with his. Otherwise, she had remained untouched until now. As he touched the tip of his tongue to her closed mouth, a sinful sensation swamped her body. Gooseflesh broke out underneath her clothes, and little hairs stood up on the back of her neck.
Sorella grabbed the lapels of his coat and opened her mouth. Something carnal took over, an instinct to engage his tongue in some primitive dance. If this was considered uncivilized, she’d gladly abandon society and all its norms.
As fast as the moment began, it ended, and Ian pulled back a few inches. “You taste amazing.”
He did, too; like peppermint, and…. “You taste familiar.” Not as if she’d tasted him before, but somehow the aromatic tang of his mouth and the scent of his breath on an exhale resonated within her. She’d bottle it if she knew how. “Kiss me again.”
“As my captain commands.”
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Author Bio: Landra Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a sucker for stories where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.
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Kait Gamble Visits Today!

Hello Kait!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…
Hi Beth! Thanks for having me!
Q) Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?
A) A bit of both. Authors becomes favourites for a reason. Readers expect certain things that you should try to give them while at the same time you have to stretch and grow as an author or else things get stagnant. It’s a balancing act.
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
A) Characters usually come to me in pairs with their conflicts already brewing. Since I’m a pantser I explore and build the dynamics as I write. I love when something new about the characters pops up while I write.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I’ve got a hitman romance on submission and am working on the next in my Sensation series as well as the first full story of my paranormal Fated series.
Blurb:Lies tore them apart…Tamara Roberts only wanted to live her life and write her novels. After living hard and fast in her youth, life now happened almost exclusively on the page for Tamara. Her carefully constructed life is torn apart when her long estranged husband makes an appearance on her doorstep looking too sexy for comfort.Peter Worthington has one request before they part ways for good. That Tamara comes to make peace with his dying father. But the simple request comes with a huge tangle of complications. He never expected devastating revelations to be uncovered or for the chemistry between them to still be explosive. But will the truth bring them back together?Extract: 
“Don’t you ever do anything but work?”
Tamara Roberts looked up from her screen at her assistant and gave her a mild smile as she pushed a stray lock of dark hair out of her eyes. “The last I checked, yeah. I eat, sleep, breathe, watch the occasional movie.”
“Very funny.” Angela Parsons, PA par excellence, slumped into the chair on the other side of the table to smile at her boss and friend. Gentle concern was clear on her face. “You’ve got to get out there. Live a little.”
“I’ve lived plenty.” Hard, fast, and stupidly when she was younger. Tamara viciously stabbed the keyboard with her fingers as she finished a paragraph. They’d been through this many times before. Angela couldn’t seem to understand that not everyone needed—or wanted—to date wildly inappropriate men and party every weekend.
There was nothing wrong with wanting a quiet life. Work was more than fulfilling. Her writing was both a living and an escape. And it gave her a comfortable life. All pluses in her book.
“I’m just saying that being cooped up in the house all the time with nothing but your screen and the voices in your head for company can’t be great for you.”
“It’s more than enough, Angela.” Tamara picked up one of the many pens on her desk and jotted a note on a pad before she forgot about it. “Besides. I have you.”
“You need to find a man like the ones you write about.” She leaned forward, her beautiful red hair bouncing with her movement. “Smart. Sexy. Handsome. Won’t take no for an answer. Worships the ground you walk on. You know, the perfect man.”
Ignoring the man that came to mind at that description, Tamara shook her head. “There’s no such thing as a perfect man except on paper.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. The guy I’m seeing this weekend seems promising.”
Tamara tapped her pen against her glasses. “You’ve said that about the last four men.”
“It’s different this time. Caleb is a winner. I can feel it.”
Tamara smiled as encouragingly as she could. Why Angela felt the need to go through the hassle of a relationship, no matter how short, was beyond her. “So…”
It took her almost a full three seconds to remember what they had been discussing before she went off on a tangent. Angela nodded. “Of course. I’ll get your blog sorted out. Was there anything else you needed?”
“Milk?” Tamara was already thinking about the hero’s final grovel. Angela didn’t usually need things spelled out for her. “I have a list on the fridge.”
“I’m on it.” She stood and stretched sinuously.
How can anyone be so innately sexual? Tamara shoved her glasses up her nose. Apparently, some people were just born with it. She, on the other hand, preferred to fly under the radar.
Angela made no move to leave, however.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just thought you might want to talk about what your editor said.”
Tamara bit the inside of her cheek. “It’s all good, Angela.”
“Really? Because it looks like your head’s about to explode just thinking about it.”
Why would she be upset over the fact that her editor said that her latest projects felt a bit ‘samey’? That her heroes lately were all barely redeemable jerks? That she needed to get out of her comfort zone and try something different?
Not upsetting at all.
Tamara was so okay with it that she had cried for a little bit. What was half an hour spent wallowing? Okay. It was an hour of wine and tears in the bath, but it was all part of a writer’s life, right? She knew she needed to evolve. And that was exactly what she was going to do with this new book.
Her PA’s voice cut through the reverie.
“If you say so. But you know I’m always here if you want to talk.”
Tamara couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks.” Angela was a true friend.
One who was currently distracted by something she saw outside.
When Angela continued to stand and stare, Tamara had to ask, “What’s up?”
She pointed. “If you wanted to get out of your rut and try something new, you should take a run at the guy outside,” Angela said approvingly. “Very hot.”
There was someone outside? Tamara couldn’t imagine who would go out of their way to search her out. True, she had some diehard fans, but she wrote under a pseudonym and, thanks to her reclusive nature, people who lived nearby had no idea who she was besides being the quiet writer. That was if they ever saw her stray farther than the mailbox.
She pushed her chair back and strode over to stand next to her friend. The instant she saw the familiar tall, broad-shouldered build clad in a fine dark suit, Tamara’s knees wobbled a little.
Even after nearly a decade, she still knew him on sight. She didn’t even have to see his face. And her body reacted with a force only he’d even been able to elicit from her.
No. It couldn’t be.
As if he could hear her thoughts, he turned his head slightly to peer at the window where they stood. Tamara’s heart stuttered to a stop. What she already knew was confirmed.
Dark hair shorter and his face leaner than she remembered, he was still a fine specimen of the male of the species. One look at him always had the ability to knock the breath from her lungs.
Peter Worthington.
Impossible. What would he be doing there?
Her first impulse was to hide. It would have been so easy to get Angela to answer the door and deny her being there, but it was obvious he knew she lived there. Why else would he be there?
“Tamara? Are you okay?” Angela’s bright green gaze bounced between her and the man outside. “Who is that?”
“No one.”
“You’re not reacting like he’s no one.” Alarmed now, she put her hand on Tamara’s shoulder. “You don’t think he’s a stalker or something, do you?”
“No.” Tamara watched him take long-legged strides up the boarded path with growing dread. “It’s my husband.”
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Author Info:
An inveterate traveller, Kait has set foot on three continents and has the other four on her bucket list (yes, even Antarctica). Until she can see them all, she writes romances that take readers to far flung locales, often to places she’s been or hopes to one day go. For now, she’s settled in England where she spends most of her time plotting, scribbling ideas on every available scrap of paper and trying out dialogue on her cat.
Where to Find Me:Website: www.kaitgamble.com
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