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Welcome Faye Hall!

Welcome back, Faye!  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?
In my newest release, I needed my characters to display both apathy and vigor for not only their life, but also for each other.  I also needed to give them a strength that could survive what they were being put through.  Of all my books, I found Tristen and Amalie from Apathy & Vigor the most challenging and also the most rewarding to write.
Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
Yes, Apathy & Vigor is the fourth book from the Sins of the Virtuous series.  My aim in the series is to create characters that display both a seven deadly sin and its matching heavenly virtue all tied together in a passion driven tale.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
The lawyer that is briefly mentioned in the book, Mathew Porter, also appears in the third book of the series, Avarice & Charity.
Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer?
My weakest is easily writing a synopsis.  My strongest I think is trying to make my books authentically and uniquely Australian.
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind? 
I watch a lot of musicals while I’m writing my drafts like Chess, and Phantom of the Opera.
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write? 
I plan basic things like height and hair color and so on, but their personalities mostly develop as the book grows.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
All my books have some part of real life events in them to some degree.  I use a lot of my husband’s traits in my heroes as well as use actual building  and place descriptions from my hometown.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I’m currently finishing up the next book for Sins of the Virtuous.  I still have a couple more to write in the series, but after that I’m hoping to write a few stand-alone titles.  There’s also thought being put towards releasing a short book of poems and other ditties I wrote at high school.

Blurb
Apathy and Vigor by Faye Hall
Will the love of a woman save him from his own apathy?
Tristen Brone lived a carefree life of wealth and passion...until it all came crashing down around him. The night Tristen’s best friend died in a fire, Tristen tried to save him, but he failed. Not only did Jacob die, but Tristen is left with scars that make him feel like a monster. There are those in town who think Tristen is responsible for starting the fire, which includes Jacob’s sister, the woman Tristen is in love with. The once confident, handsome, young man is now on a downward spiral of sorrow and depression.
Soon after Amalie Fergus lost her brother in a fire, her father died and their family properties were repossessed. She had nothing left and no one to turn to. When she took a job as a maid for a wealthy gentleman she never expected that he would try to force himself on her, or that she would now be on the run for his murder.
Running from the scene of the crime, Amalie collides with a man from her past who offers to keep her safe from the police on one condition—she return to Tristen and steal some property papers from him.
When Amalie shows up at Tristen’s doorstep, begging him to take her in, he’s suspicious. Despite their passionate past, and the feelings he still has for her, all he can think about is how quickly she abandoned him. So why has she come back into his life after all these months?
With the two former lovers reunited, it becomes obvious that the passion between them is still smoldering, but can they overcome everything that stands in their way, and will they ever discover who is responsible for the fire that changed their lives forever?
Content Warning: contains sex, strong language, and some violence



Excerpt
“What are you doing here, Amalie?” he asked, his hands on his hips, looking every bit the commanding figure he was rumored to be. She knew he would ask, but she didn’t think for it to be now. “I’m not a fool,” he continued. “I haven’t heard from you nor seen you in almost a year, yet today you turn up on my doorstep. I can’t help but wonder why.” Staring at him, she fought the urge to approach him. She wanted to hit him, hurt him as she had been by his desertion. The only thing stopping her from doing such a thing was the sorrowful look in his eyes. He looked as if he had already been hurt far more than she could ever imagine. “If you have come here to punish me for some sin you think I have done you, I assure you, I’ve already suffered enough,” he added. His words irritated her. Did he think he was the only one to have lost anything? Her gaze narrowed on him. “Suffered?” she asked. “What do you know about suffering? You still have your family home. You still have your businesses. I have nothing. You took everything from me.” “I lost as much as you that night,” he said. “Surely you must know that.” “You bastard! How dare you stand there and claim—” Just then footsteps were heard behind him, heavy on the floorboards. “Fire!” they heard one of the station hands yell. “Fire!” Tristen immediately turned his attention away from her. “What has happened, Robert?” he asked the gasping man hunched over just outside of the door. She walked toward the two men, her gaze settling on the scared worker struggling to catch his breath. “The hay shed is on fire,” Robert exclaimed. “The flames are heading toward the house!” Tristen left at a run, the weary worker close on his heels. Amalie followed them, as if being drawn outside by the drama of it all. Her footsteps stopped on the dirt meters from the rear door. Before her, the fire was quickly engulfing the small building, the flames licking higher and higher into the sky. Seeing Tristen talking with a group of men, she cautiously forced herself to step toward them to see what was happening. “How the hell did this happen?” Tristen demanded of his men. Robert promptly directed the other workers to the buckets of water. “We need to get this fire out now, or else the whole station will be little more than a pile of ashes.” Tristen grabbed at his shirt, stopping his retreat. “I want to know how this happened!” he yelled. Robert pulled away. “Only way is if someone lit it,” he explained. “There could be no other way.” Tristen let him go then. Amalie watched for a few moments until he joined his men. Fear filled her as she saw him reach for a hessian bag, and drenching it in the water barrel, he began to attack the flames as they directed themselves toward the house. “Watch out!” Robert yelled as the creaks of the collapsing shed echoed through the night sky. Still Tristen didn’t move, instead he continued fighting against the flames, looking almost desperate in his actions. “Tristen!” she yelled as shrapnel from the falling building flew toward him. She watched helplessly as Robert ran toward Tristen, dragging him to safety just as the burning pieces of wood landed where he’d once stood. Quickly getting to his feet, he turned instantly to face her. “God dammit, Amalie, it’s too dangerous for you out here,” he yelled at her, running toward her. Stopping in front of her, he grabbed her elbow. “I’ll take you back to the house.” She pulled back from him as if he were alight. She couldn’t go through this again. The last time there was a fire, she lost everything. “Get away from me!” she screamed, turning and running back toward the house. She couldn’t stay there.


About Faye…Come on a journey with me through 19th century North Queensland, Australia and explore the passions and hardships of unique characters. There is corruption, deceit and murder, as well as cattle rustlers, slave traders and hell fire clubs. Explore townships of Jarvisfield and Inkerman, as well as Ravenswood and Bowen. One book even incorporates my great grandmothers cattle station 'Inkerman Downs Station'.
As well as an author, I am also the most spoilt wife in the world, and a very contented mother. Come and discover all the passion and drama of North Queensland history with me.

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Welcome Sam Cresent as she talks about her Four Kings Empire!

Hello Sam!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…
Thank you so much for having me.
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
Taylor came to me with her reason, her story, and demanded for it to be told. The first scene is what started it all. It was so emotional to write and I don’t want to give anything away but it seriously hurt to write.
Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
This is going to be a series. Four Kings Empire focuses around four friends who each have a part to play in their empire. They’ve had to go through many challenges, some more than others. There is a darkness inside each of them, but also this belief they are entitled to what they’ve got.
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
It’s full-length, lol. Okay, erm, the flowers used within the book are my favorite, it doesn’t matter what color and it’s why I used them.
Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer?
With this one, I have no idea to be honest. You’d have to ask my readers.

Q & A with Cassie O'Brien!

Hello! Cassie  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?

A) I prefer to write a complete story from a start point to its happy ever after with no loose ends, then wave a fond farewell to that particular set of characters to make room in my head for the next set.
Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer?
A) I constantly review/edit and I’m not afraid to hit the delete key. Thousands of words will disappear if on a re-read I think the story has gone off track. My strongest asset is also my weakest as it ensures I’m a ‘slow’ writer. Each of my books takes me a year+ to produce.  
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
A) I always re-read the previous two chapters before starting a new day’s writing.
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
A) I have a fear of turning out basically the same main character time after time just in differing times and situations, so in the first instance I plan and write a rough outline of the personality traits my main character will have then they evolve further as I write.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
A) Of my own personal ‘life’ experiences very little but I undertake a lot of research to ensure my background material is plausibly realistic.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
A) I have a new m/f contemporary romance, Ellie’s Rules, nearing completion and in Spring 2019 Rainbow Fantasy publishes a charity anthology (all proceeds to National Aids Trust). All stories are LBGT and my contribution ‘One Hell of a Business’ (Demonic erotica) will be included in it.

Blurb.
‘You marry a man and he owns you. I won’t do it.’ Will falling in love change her mind?
Victorian England, 1870 
Lady Henrietta escapes from a locked bedroom and her stepfather’s attempt to starve her into agreeing to an arranged marriage that will only be of benefit to him. Underage, she must avoid his clutches until she turns twenty-one, and as Amelia Brown, she finds employment as a maid in the household of Damion, Marquis of Ashton.
High-spirited and fiercely independent, Amelia has a chance encounter with Damion, which establishes a powerful attraction between the two. Their passion ignites, the sex between them of an unrestrained delight that is contrary to the customs of the times.
But the storm clouds are gathering. Amelia will have to take desperate measures to protect herself and the man she loves.
Reader advisory: This book contains references to the abuse and killing of animals, as well as a scene of violence.
General Release Date: 31st July 2018

Excerpt.

I removed my mouth from his cock, wondering what to do with the cream, so swallowed it, licked the last drop from the slit on it to taste and found the saltiness not unpleasant to my tongue. Damion urged me upward and I moved under his arm and rested my cheek on his chest to the rapid beat of his heart as he put his arms around me.
“That was agreeable to you? You did not mislike the taste of me?”
I adjusted the weight of my breasts squashed against him. “All of it was very agreeable to me. I thank you. Do some, then?”
“Some mislike the taste of a man’s seed in their mouths—others, the activity completely.”
I kissed his chest. “I found pleasure in both. I think I may have to use both of my hands on the length of you to match the one of yours?”
“No. The sensation is all in the head of me and the ball sack beneath. It added to my pleasure to hear your own.”
I rolled onto his chest and peeked up at him. “Oh, dear. Have I just displayed my lack of female sensibility again?”
He stroked down my back. “More delightful to me than small, brief sighs of appreciation. I thank you.”
I giggled as the probability of lying still while sighing popped into my head. “Am I supposed to lie still while I sigh?”
Damion kissed the end of my nose. “I believe reclining with a due amount of posed grace and the occasional murmur of encouragement is considered a sign of true breeding in a Lady.”
I let the rest of my laugh out. “It is as well I have given up on being one, then. I could no more manage that than I can stop myself laughing out loud to suit Society’s comfort or pretend I do not have legs to suit its notion of respectability.”

Buy Links.
www.totallybound.com/book/from-a-lady-to-a-maid
www.amazon.co.uk/Lady-Maid-Cassie-OBrien-ebook/dp/B07DTKQ1C6
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Q & A with Laura M. Baird!

Hello Laura!  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?

When I first started writing the story, about 3 years ago, I projected some of my early-in-life qualities onto the heroine, Abby… shy, introverted, stays within her comfort zone.  But over the years as I’ve experienced life, I’ve come to find that straying can be a good thing. J The hero she meets gives her plenty of incentive to try new adventures (as does my hubby, for me). 
Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
This is the first book in a series of three that I plan to write; A New Adventures Series. They’re fun, snarky, and sexy rom-coms. Abby’s story is first, she’s the eldest sibling; I plan to write about the others. Beckham and Claire are twins who stir up plenty of mischief while trying to discover who they really want to be. And then there’s the ‘baby’, Denise, who thinks her life is all planned out at age twenty-four.  But life doesn’t always go according to plan. 
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
My character is twenty-eight when she first experiences para-gliding.  She’s terrified, but absolutely loved it when she did it.  After wanting to do it myself for years, I first experienced it at age forty-two, when I went to Hawaii for a dental conference! I went in the morning and loved it so much, went back that same afternoon and did it again!
Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer?
I think my strongest asset is my attention to detail, trying to make sure my facts are correct, my research is thorough… that being said, is can also be my weakest factor, as it will sometimes distract me from my actual writing! I could spend hours on the computer chasing random facts and interesting tidbits, instead of getting my writing down.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
I try to picture my writing playing out like a movie in my head; how the characters would act, what they’d say, what’s going on around them… I re-read often to see if it’s flowing well.  I also have plenty of notes on my characters, research about the area I’m writing about (I like to throw in local flavor, such as a restaurant they may visit, or a charitable cause that they support)
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I always think I have a plan in mind for my characters, scribbled in my notes, but sometimes an idea comes out of nowhere and I go with it because it turns out surprisingly good.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
Quite a bit, actually.  I put a bit of myself into my characters, and imagine them overcoming whatever quirks or oddities they have.  I also project what I’d love to embody at times; someone unafraid, fearless.  There are situations or occurrences from either my life or someone I know that I’ll incorporate into a story.  Of course changing all names to protect the innocent, or, not so innocent. ;)
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I’m awaiting copy edits for two upcoming releases, one being the start of another series – The Cover Model Series, that I hope to write at least 3 if not 4 stories.  I also want to revise a Christmas story I wrote last year, and get it submitted in the hopes it’ll get picked up and released in time for the holidays.


BLURB
“Unexpected Adventures” A New Adventures Series Book One
Order and routine is introverted Abby’s motto, so when she’s being pushed to step out of her comfort zone, meeting hunky Shaun may be just the catalyst she needs.  
Their swift attraction to one another leads to new adventures that include paragliding, tattooing, and, yeah – Abby relinquishing her virginity. Laugh along with Abby as she discovers how fun it can be to step off her straight line.

EXCERPT  

            Denise shuts off the engine, throws the keys in my direction, and quickly exits the car. I barely have time to react so the keys don’t smack me in the face. Luckily I’m spared that embarrassment. But I fumble with the keys, dropping them onto the floor by Shaun’s feet. I try to stretch over the console and twist around as we both reach for them at the same time, bumping our heads in that classic way. We each draw back, me wincing, him grinning.
“Sorry, my head seems to be harder than yours,” he says.
“No kidding.” I quickly smack my hand over my mouth.
“It’s okay, no need to be embarrassed. Here.” He hands me the keys, which I drop in my bag. “Why don’t we start again?” He extends his hand toward me. “Hi. I’m Shaun Porter.”
I look at his hand, then back to his face. I’m so mesmerized by his eyes, all I can do is stare.
“I promise I won’t bite.”
My nervous laughter causes him to smile. I slide my hand into his and shake it, immediately feeling his warmth. Parts of his skin are rough, parts are smooth. My eyes never leave his as he leans in close, parting his lips to speak again.  But not before I blurt out, “Let me guess, not unless I want you to, right?”
The outburst startles me and I feel flush. Not to mention nauseated. Good Lord, what is wrong with me?
“Not exactly where I was going, but, okay.”
“I’m sorry.” I pull my hand from his, turning to open the door. “I’ll just exit this car and you pretend I never uttered a word.” I finally get out and try dashing toward the house. I hear the car door slam as Shaun gets out, trotting to catch up to me, his flip-flops slapping his heels.
“Abby, wait.”
I hurry my pace but he has no problem catching up to me.
“Wait, I’ll walk with you.”
I remain quiet although he’s determined to engage in conversation as he speaks again.
“So how long are you visiting your sister?”
“Monday.”
“Through Monday, or are you returning Monday?”
“Uh huh.” I’m not really paying attention to his words, I’m just trying to make it into the house without making a fool of myself any more than I already have. Evidently that’s not going to happen as I stumble in the grass and Shaun bursts forward, reaching out to save me from a face plant. He hauls me up, our chests touching, his hands cupping my elbows. I pull back as if he’s on fire, which he is, because my god, he’s hot…
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yes, thank you.” I side-step him to continue walking, then stop and turn back. “Um, no, actually I’m not. Look, I’m just going to say it. You’re gorgeous.”
He looks surprised but continues to grin. So cute.
“I’m sure you get that all the time.” I feel my face flame. “And I’m awkward and making a fool of myself.”
“Abby…”
“So, to avoid any further embarrassment, would you just please stand here and count to ten, giving me a head start? Okay? Great.” I quickly turn again toward the house, thinking I’m finally going to get inside without further incident. Nope. Shaun speed-counts to ten––out loud, mind you––in about four seconds before rushing to catch up to me again.
“You didn’t say I had to count slowly.”
I can’t help but giggle.
“Look, I find you attractive and intriguing.”
I snort and don’t even mind. I think I’m beyond trying to be smooth.
He chuckles. “We really can start again.”
I look at him out of the corner of my eye. “How many doovers are you going to give me?”
“As many as it takes.”
I stop to face him, almost reluctant to accept what he’s saying. He seems sincere, and he’s just so dang sexy. Here goes nothing…
“Okay.” I extend my hand. “Abby Carter.”
He takes my hand. “Shaun Porter. Pleased to meet you.”
BUY LINKS  

https://www.evernightpublishing.com/unexpected-adventures-by-laura-m-baird/
https://www.amazon.com/Unexpected-Adventures-New-Book-ebook/dp/B07DH9HJCJ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1532897402&sr=8-1&keywords=unexpected+adventures+laura+m+baird
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Laura M Baird, Romance Author... After writing for many years, my publishing dreams came true only a year ago, and now I’m excited to say I have eight stories out, with two more upcoming releases with Evernight Publishing.  I also enjoy poetry and prose, and have two pieces published at spillwords.com.  I grew up on the East Coast, and after joining the U. S. Army, met and married my husband (of nearly 28 years), and migrated to the West Coast.  While raising two sons, I went through dental hygiene school, which I’ve been doing for the past eighteen years.  Soon I hope to transition out of that profession and concentrate solely on writing.  Hubby and I enjoy walks (we really do!), drag racing, hockey, and Boise State Football.  When not writing or reading, I love engaging on social media.  Readers can find me on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Amazon, Goodreads, and Bookbub.

https://www.laurambairdauthor.com 

https://www.facebook.com/LauraMBairdauthor/https://twitter.com/LauraMBaird

Paige Warren Visits with her NEW MC Romance Release! ...Pre-order NOW!!!

Hello Paige!  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?
My husband was a HUGE Sons of Anarchy fan, but I just couldn’t get into the show that much. I hated the way they treated the women they supposedly loved. So I wanted a biker who, while not an angel by any means, was willing to pay the ultimate price for doing the right thing. And of course he falls in love along the way. Adalia was little harder. She’d suffered this horrible trauma, then lost the only family she knew. And yet, she still landed on her feet and thrived in her new environment. And despite their big age gap, she fell in love with her rescuer.
Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
Badger is part of a multi-authors series called Roosters, but the books don’t have a connecting storyline, more like a connecting genre and theme. All of the Roosters books are Contemporary Romance with arrogant, alpha heroes who are used to getting what they want. I’ve talked a little with my publisher about making Badger a lead into a new MC series, but there’s nothing concrete just yet.

Q) What do you think is your strongest factor as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer?
My strongest factor is probably also my weakest. I’m a perfectionist. While that means I don’t really have a “rough” draft, it means it sometimes takes me too long to write a scene because it has to be just right before I can move on. That being said, when everything has clicked into place in my head, I type really fast (around 120+wpm) so I can write 1,000 words in about 10-15 minutes when I know exactly where the story is taking me. I don’t plot though, so I pretty much just wing it.

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

I usually get a mocha from either McDonald’s or Starbucks, and then I either listen to one of my playlists on Amazon, or I pick a movie that I’ve seen so many times it just becomes background noise. Although, I’ve been told I sometimes sing when I listen to my music. The weird part is that I can manage to sing a song I’m listening to, and still type whatever is supposed to go on the page. My brain is apparently not quite right LOL

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

Sometimes the little things work their way in (maybe something I witness while I’m out with my family), and other times a piece of my past will show up, or at least inspire a scene or two.



BLURB
Badger – I went to prison for ten years after beating a man to death. He deserved it, and then some. I only wish he’d suffered more. Now I’m free, but things aren’t the same as when I left. The little girl I once saved is now a tempting young woman with curves in all the right places. I should stay away, far away, but I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The Pres of my club adopted her, so she’s definitely a no-fly zone, but fuck if I don’t want her with every breath I take. A little sample wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? As long as Griz doesn’t find out, I’ll keep breathing. Sneaking around should be easy enough. I never counted on falling for her, or finding out she was carrying my kid. Now what the fuck am I supposed to do? I’m a long-time repeat offender. I can’t walk the straight and narrow. Can I?
Adalia – I’ve worshiped Badger ever since the night he saved me. But what started as a young girl’s infatuation has grown into something more. I know he’ll never see me that way, or at least I thought he wouldn’t. When we’re together, it’s like we just can’t keep our hands off each other. It’s probably against his parole for us to be together, but he doesn’t seem to care. The heat between us is undeniable. He didn’t promise me forever, just right now. But neither of us counted on me getting pregnant, something that wasn’t supposed to happen too easily, and I have no freakin’ clue what to do. I’m scared Badger will run for the hills. He never asked for this, but then neither did I. One thing is for certain. If he doesn’t man up and my daddy finds out, there will be hell to pay. 
No one can hide from the President of the Devil’s Fury MC.




Pre-Order for August 3rd at Amazon, B&N, iTunes, and Kobo
Roosters is a multi-author series of stand-alone stories released by Changeling Press. Each book contains an arrogant, alpha hero in a contemporary romance setting. While Badger is an MC romance, not all of the Roosters books fall under this theme. You can find the other Roosters books by clicking here.
This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience.

EXCERPT
The trip back to Blackwood Falls took too fucking long, and I was feeling anxious. It had been a long damn time since I’d been in a vehicle, and I’d much rather have spent the hour-long ride on my Harley. Soon enough, I’d take it out on the open road, and just let the tension melt away. The only thing sweeter than a ride on my bike was being between a woman’s thighs.
As Demon stopped outside the clubhouse, he tensed and turned to face me. I had no idea what was going to come out of his mouth, but something told me it wasn’t anything I wanted to hear.
“There’s something you need to know,” Demon said.
“Anyone die while I was gone?”
“No. It’s about Adalia.”
My breath froze in my lungs as I pictured her wide blue eyes as they’d stared at me in terror. I’d found her in an alley, her clothes torn, and some asshole raping her. I’d seen her around town, knew she was only thirteen, just a kid. Something inside me had snapped, and I’d beat the fuck out of that asshole. Beat him to death. I didn’t regret what I’d done, only wished I’d gotten there sooner. Adalia had watched as I killed that man, and she hadn’t uttered a word the entire time. Not even when I took her to the hospital to be checked out. I’d known it wouldn’t end well for me, but my first priority had been the girl. Anyone else might have gotten off with a lighter sentence, seeing as how I’d been protecting her. But a guy like me with priors? I hadn’t had a prayer. Ten years to give her the peace of mind that the asshole who had touched her was six feet under? Yeah, it was a trade I’d been willing to make. I’d made it then, and even knowing I’d get time, I’d do it again in a second.
I might be an asshole biker with a rap sheet, but there were some things that even I wouldn’t tolerate. Rape was one of them. Anyone harming a kid was another, and that dickweed had done both. As far as I was concerned, the world was a better place without him in it.
“What about her?” I asked.
She’d be twenty-three now. Probably had a steady job, a nice boyfriend. At least, I hoped that’s how her life had turned out. But the way Demon had said her name… had something happened to her while I was gone? Had some other asshole tried to hurt her, and I hadn’t been around to save her this time? My gut clenched just thinking anything bad had happened to her. She’d been such a sweetheart the few times I’d been around her, always a little on the quiet side.
“She’s here,” Demon said quietly.
My heart started pounding, and I flung open the truck door, then reached for my cut and shrugged it on. I slammed the door shut and stomped up the clubhouse steps before going inside. There were balloons and shit everywhere, and the roar of welcome as I stepped inside was near deafening. But as I scanned the crowd, it wasn’t my brothers I was taking in… No, I was looking for her. I didn’t know what she looked like anymore, only remembered her as a teenage girl. She’d been terrified the last time I’d seen her. I didn’t know why she was here, but I had to see her, to know that she was okay. I’d thought about her every fucking day that I was inside, hoping she’d been able to get past what happened to her, had gone on to live a good life. I’d thought about writing her once, just to check on her, but had decided it was best if I kept away. She didn’t need any reminders from me about what had happened to her.
My brothers hugged me, slapped me on the back, and slowly they all parted. At the back of the room stood a pixie of a woman, long blonde hair curling over her shoulders, and a body made for sinning. It was her eyes that nailed my feet to the floor. Blue. And achingly familiar. My gaze traced her features, trying to find the little girl I’d tried to save. I didn’t see even a hint of the terrified teen I’d carried out of that alley. Her features were delicate, much like the rest of her. She had curves in all the right places, and would likely be more than a handful for some men, but I’d be willing to bet she wouldn’t even reach my shoulder. Tiny. Almost like a little fairy. Slowly, Adalia walked toward me, her hips swaying with every step. Yeah, she’d grown up while I was gone, and I’d be willing to bet men fell to their knees to worship at her feet. She looked like one of those plus-sized models, but in a shorter package.
She didn’t even hesitate when she reached me, just put her arms around my neck and hugged me tight. My arms closed around her, pulling her curves against me, and I breathed in her honeysuckle scent. Closing my eyes, I just drank in the moment. She was here. She was safe. And she felt a little too damn good pressed against me. The way my jeans tightened made me want to put some distance between us. I tried like hell to keep the image of her as a thirteen-year-old girl in my mind, hoping my body would stop reacting to the woman she’d grown into, but no such luck. The breasts pressing against me were more than a handful and far too fucking tempting, as was the rest of her.
“I’m glad you’re home,” she said, her voice soft and husky.
“It’s good to see you, pretty girl. Not a day went by that I didn’t think about you.”
“I tried to come see you a few times, but they always said you weren’t allowed visitors.”
I pulled away and smiled down at her. “I had a tendency to get into trouble inside. But now I’m glad you didn’t get any farther than the gates. Prison is no place for an angel like you.”
Her cheeks flushed and she smiled a little. “Welcome home, Badger.”


ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Paige Warren
Award-winning author Paige Warren spends her days weaving tales about alpha males and the women who love them. There's nothing hotter than a man in tight Wranglers, dog tags (especially if he’s ONLY wearing dog tags!), or bad boys covered in ink. When Paige isn’t creating romantic tales, she enjoys reading and watching movies – romances, of course. If you see her out in the wild, you’ll most likely find her at Starbucks, sipping a white mocha with a distant look in her eyes as she figures out the right wording for the next scene in her latest book.
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Harley Wylde
Short. Erotic. Sweet. Harley's other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. 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.
Harley is the bestselling author of the Dixie Reapers MC series. You can find her at harleywylde.com!


Badger (Roosters series) by Paige Warren & Harley Wylde
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Keywords: MC Romance, Biker Romance, Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance, New Adult, Older Hero, ExCon Romance

Q & A with Allyson Young!

Hello!  Allyson! 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?
I’m a huge fan of strong, feisty women who, despite their flaws power ahead and also admit to being wrong. And I equally like strong, flawed men who figure it out when they drop the ball with their women and make amends, lol.
Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
Shelter the beginning is book one in a three part series that features a young woman making her way in a world nearly 100 percent devastated by plague. She does have a love interest in the form of a captain in the military whose mission is at odds with her vision of how the rebirth of civilization might play out. There’s action and adventure and suspense—the book ends on a cliffhangers, something I normally never do, but the next one is available within two weeks so I hope readers don’t hate me!
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I usually have the main characters in my head but the secondary ones get fleshed out as I go along and that’s actually an interesting experience. They do take on a life of their own and I envision a spinoff of this series in which I’ll focus on at least one of them. I truly had no idea he’d appeal to me so much!
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
I worked in the human services field for a long time and hope my experience with the human dynamic—and seeing what people bring to the table—is reflected in my characters. They taught me a great deal about strengths and weaknesses and ultimate decency of most.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I’m torn between another book in my unique Blue Star Shifters series or answering an anthology call. And then there’s another sci fi or the vampire book that keeps calling to me… If I had a dollar for all those WIPs!!   

BLURBAddison Longwood survived the plague that struck down almost everyone around her. She survived the hazardous trek into the countryside to find shelter within a group of like-minded individuals led by a man she can actually respect. Settled and contributing, she allows herself a sense of hope.
From the remaining military, Captain Jesse Forbes is charged with locating survivors in order to rebuild the country. His initial impression of Addison’s band isn’t positive and he sets his sights on the young woman in order to infiltrate, and assess her leader—the end justifying the means, or so he assures himself.
But there are far greater dangers lurking, threatening the very existence of the survivors. Alliances are forged—and tested. Betrayal cuts deep, lives are lost and others changed forever.Who are the good guys anyhow?


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EXCERPT
Wrapped in an old piece of toweling—another item to add to the shopping list—she was squeezing the moisture out of her mane when Jesse Forbes came through the door. One of her guys lingered just outside, guarding the man, but every molecule of her being told her to run, far and fast before she put some steel in her spine and managed a nod.“Morning. I see you’re up ahead of most everyone else too,” he said.Making small talk in the showers, with him fully clothed and her … not, sucked. To his credit, aside from one sweeping glance down her body, he looked at her face.“Seems like it.” She edged around him, catching his amused stare and grabbed up her clothes. “Excuse me.”“I wondered how long your hair was.”She blinked, and despite herself, her hand rose to finger the wet tangles. Not particularly vain, she’d left her hair to grow, finding it easier to tie up and out of the way instead of fighting with the unruly curls. Especially now she could keep it clean and avoid the critters that tended to infiltrate dirty hair, particularly among close quarters. It had been carefully secured and out of the way on the mountain that day so he couldn’t have known.Deciding not to answer, she ducked into the tacked-on separate room, no more than a tent, thank goodness for the temperate climate. She rubbed furiously at the dampness still on her skin and then yanked on her jeans under the cover of her towel. She pulled on her shirt, only then using the toweling to wring more moisture from her hair.“Sorry. Again. I seem to put my foot in my mouth around you. And I’m not yet privy to the rules around here.” His smooth baritone sounded too damn close and she wheeled around, cursing the fact she’d turned her back on him. And he was between her and her rifle.She hadn’t been mistaken about his size and breadth, although refused to feel intimated—or anything else. Besides, his guard was close by. Her brain processed his educated comment. Sometimes hesounded like an average Joe, then next, a college professor. Privy? Her obsession with books allowed for the interpretation, but still…Forcing herself to project calm, or whatever felt close to that, she said, “Are you asking about segregation? Of the sexes?” And why had she used the word sexin his vicinity?“That, among other things.”“Mitchell, I mean, the Colonel, will apprise you.” She thought she saw a glimmer of intrigue in those strangely colored eyes but it passed too quickly to be certain. “He said he’d assign someone. As a guide. Aside from my armed escort.”“Then you’ll be set. Excuse me.”“Is there a time that’s better for me—and the guys—to shower?” His hands went to the collar of his T-shirt and he tugged it over his head. Addy had seen enough torsos—and other man parts—in her life. How could she not, given her history and where she now slept? So Jesse’s cut chest and chiseled abs shouldn’t have had any effect on her. And they didn’t, her excellent self-control surging to the fore. They. Did. Not.“No set times,” she said, infusing her voice with casualness. “This shower is communal for the fighters. The camp defenders, I’d guess you’d call us. There’s another, larger one for the rest of the camp. The guys make allowances for us four women—me, Marcia, Denise, and Laura—first thing. I woke up earlier today.”“Couldn’t sleep?” Was that a knowing look? She fought a blush. He was getting under her skin and she had no doubt he knew it. Probably knew women inside and out, had lots of experience with them. Well, she had lots of experience with men, too, and none of it positive.“I slept fine,” she lied. “I woke early, is all. So if you hurry, you won’t be disturbed by the other women when they arrive. Unless it won’t bother you.” For sure it wouldn’t bother Denise and probably not the other two.“I’ll just be quick then.” His long fingers reached for the button on his khakis. It didn’t escape her notice he didn’t remark on being disturbed by the women.Refusing to look as though she was fleeing, Addy folded her towel before turning on her heel and stalking out, dipping to snatch up her rifle. The glimpse of his naked, sculpted butt and strong legs was emblazoned on her retinas, but she blinked the vision away. Add arroganceto his confidence. Not necessarily a nice mix.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Allyson Young aka Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada, where she and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business.
She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a  post apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance.


A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid and coauthor, as of April 2018 she has published seven series and several standalones, with others in the works.
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== BLURB ==
He was the only one for me
When I close my eyes, I still see the way he looked at me all those years ago.
The way it felt to have someone so amazing in my life, especially after my parents abandoned me.
The bond that only a childhood friend could understand.
He was my balance and never let me fall
But I lied to him…

She was my better half

I remember the fear she hid under her smile when I met her.
There were so many adventures we concocted, that we were sure we lived a hundred lifetimes in our minds.
She was the reason I got up in the morning.
She was my gravity and kept me grounded.
But then she lied…


He kept my heart when I broke his.

I was never going to see him again.
He would always hate me, even if he knew the truth.
It would be better this way.
If only he hadn’t kept my heart.

She threw my heart away when I wanted her to have it the most.

I am so full of rage – I never want to see her again.
She ruined every memory that we made with a simple sentence.
My life would be better without her.
If only she hadn’t kept my heart.

At forty-thousand feet the Earth shifted, and planets aligned. My world came into focus and for once I was no longer unsteady and ready to fall. As the winds of the plane drifted over the icy cold ocean my heart warmed when I saw him. Once I saw his eyes and the way he was looking at me I knew.

He was the balance I always needed.
… And she was mine.

My Ancestry Journey Continued

Anyone who starts this journey of finding out their ancestral tree hopes to find someone of historical significance. I was no different. How cool would it be to discover a past president or a movie star is my cousin? My father’s paternal tree had been very straightforward, a progression of the name Cowsert in a very linear line dating from the time my ancestor sailed from Belfast Ireland to land in South Carolina. I focused on the direct descendants and left all the other children behind. With Ancestry.com it was very easy to find the documentation I needed.
A plethora of names pop up on my line (including another Cowsert…yes, two cousins married) but one name catches my attention…one of my two times great grandmothers, Lydia Twitchell. Her name to me sounded either Quaker or Puritan to me, so I researched further. Her grandfather was named Moses Twitchell, and his grandmother was a woman named Lydia Knapp. And it is this woman that I find my historical significant. Lydia Knapp’s mother was a woman named Mary Whitney and the Whitney line takes me back to the 1400’s and to the name of Katherine Cromwell.
Now, I have studied history, and when I came to the name Cromwell, I had THAT moment.  That what the hell have I just discovered moment. 1400’s in England, and yes, she’s part of that Cromwell family. Katherine was married to Morgan Williams whose mother was Joan Tudor.  Wait!  What?  If you know history then you know the Tudor name. And at this point, documentation is pretty much already done for me. To know that I am part of the Tudor line, albeit a very distant cousin many, many times removed, is still thrilling to no end.
The Cromwell name and the Tudor name are some of the most well-known and famous in English history. To come from that, down to my grandfather was who was a humble poor carpenter, is a wonderfully strange story. I am just as proud of that as I am proud of coming from the small town of Dexter, Missouri.

Part 3 coming soon....

My Ancestry Journey Part 1

My ancestry journey began in the nineteen nineties, doing everything old school by sending letters to many different counties for the slightest bit of information related to any of my obscure ancestors. It was difficult back then because there is a pattern in the males of my paternal lineage of having two families in their lifetimes. They’d marry young, have a bunch of kids, the wife would die and then man would marry a much younger woman and start a new family. It’s amazing how generations repeat the same behavior, even my own father followed this rule of thumb for the Cowsert clan. I was his fourth child, born to his third wife, and twenty-two years after the birth of his third child.
Ever since I was a child, going to the family reunion in Cave-in-Rock, Illinois, there was a belief that our family line came from Ireland. This was never substantiated, so when I became an adult, I took on the task of trying to verify this rumor. I got nowhere fast in my first venture before the internet, bogged down with trying to figure out children names and parentage, on a family tree that had many, many branches. I found out some interesting facts, like an ancestor that fought as a patriot in the American Revolution and a great-grandfather, George Washington Cowsert Jr., who fought for the Union in the War Between the States. I also learned my ancestors liked naming sons after presidents.
 
But I only got as far as my three times great grandfather, and I wasn’t able to verify what country he came from. So I put the research aside, until the internet grew and Ancestry.com became a huge database of records I didn’t have access to twenty years before. I signed up and spent a month glued to my computer, expanding a family tree that completely blew my mind. The most important discovery was the fact that I was able to verify my paternal father’s side came from Ireland, from Northern Ireland to be exact, in the year 1790. Two brothers, married to two sisters, and the rest of their family, landed in Chester County, South Carolina.
Finally, at last, I was able to prove through documents, the Irish heritage that had always been a rumor. County Antrim. I was more than ecstatic. It’s hard to describe the excitement I felt because growing up, I had a fascination with Ireland. The land, the people, the accent. The tales of magic and myth…one day I’d love to travel there and see where my father’s family came from. 

But Co. Antrim is a large place. And more research is needed to find out where in the county my family came from. Cowsert is not an Irish name, so where did the name originate? Was it a bastardization from an English name? Or a Scottish name? This is perhaps the only thing on my bucket list. To KNOW .


Part 2...coming soon....

Love at the End of the World - 4th story Profile!

The New Era by C. L. ScholeyBLURB
By the twenty third century much of earth was destroyed. Mother Nature played a significant part but so too did the numerous meteors that slammed nations. The Superiors, a self-aware intelligence, went on line soon after their creator, Jason Superior, a kind man who abhorred violence or suffering of any kind, sent a remaining signal to a lone satellite.
Before long the systems intelligence grew as Jason added his own ideals, until his passing. The Superiors began to take control of the world and the few remaining survivors. Their vast approach to saving life was by destroying those who were capable of misguided influential acts. Only the innocent were allowed to live. Until they became not as innocent. This is their story....
Q) Tell us an interesting fact to your story.
I was diagnosed with diabetes and a few other ailments last summer. I was thrown into my own uncertain world not knowing what to do. I’ve had to learn what to do to survive. Everything I do now is based on my environment and the necessary tools I need. Greyson and Infinity didn’t know what hit them and they had to hit the ground running. Their innocence about the unknown is what it feels like to have a diagnosis on something that will change a life—forever.
Q) How did you narrow down what catastrophe to use for the apocalyptic theme?
I’ve written one other apocalyptic story and had so much fun writing it, but I wanted something different, and yet the same. I love to do research about survival in the forest. Being back in that element was something I had been excited to do.
Q)  If you were thrust into your story, do you think you’d survive?
Yes! If I were younger, heathier, stronger…well you get the general idea. ;)


EXCERPT
A small memory nagged her. She remembered her grandmother being pinned to a wall by her grandfather as he demanded to know why humans couldn’t even make love to their spouse.
It was an odd concept to Infinity. Why would a woman want the weight of a man on top of her, pinning her? Greyson was huge compared to her. She shuddered and let the thought go. It would never happen to her, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
She smiled at Greyson and they walked further into the city, ignoring the moving sidewalks. Many couples were about the grounds, enjoying the day. Each smiling as she was. Some were situated in the abundant outdoor restaurants. Other couples sat in numerous shaded areas, watching colorful images dance to a sweet tune.
Flowers in various color were located in many places. They were allowed to pick the flowers for their hair, and when she snapped a purple one she asked Greyson to place it behind her ear. As he did so, he was awkward; he normally was. For a second she imagined he lingered too long and muttered the word ‘silky’. But there was no reason to want to touch her hair. Although he had been acting a little strangely today. Earlier he had mentioned that she smelled wonderful.
Infinity would have liked to put a flower in his shoulder-length, dark hair. But he would simply laugh at her. His dark eyes flickered for a second when she gazed up at him to thank him. He shifted suddenly as though embarrassed, or worried about something. He glanced down at his lower extremity and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. She wondered if he needed to relieve himself.
“We can stop if you need to use a privacy chamber,” she said.
“No, I’m fine.”
A bee flew up to her, and Infinity held out her hand. The beautiful blue insect changed colors to make her smile. The bee seemed to study Greyson for a few seconds then winked at her and flew off. Infinity knew the bug must have sensed her fear for a split second and had come to find out if she needed assistance. She didn’t but she loved those little flying insects. And she reminded herself a man would never lay on top of her.


BIO & SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS
 I love to write about everything and can't wait for an idea that grips me and sends me to a new place. Between worlds keeps me busy, that and chasing after my children and grandchildren and recently a new kitten. Plus one ornery 116 pound mastiff who thinks he's a lap dog. Welcome into my adventures, and hang on!
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