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Q & A with Jessie Pinkham!

Hello Jessie!  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?


This is the second book in my Tea and Empathy series, which takes place in the twenty-sixth century on a colonized planet. As the result of genetic engineering, a small percent of humans have empathic abilities, and in order to stay sane in a sea of emotions they bond permanently with an anchor. There’s nothing more intimate than being an empath’s anchor, nor any greater responsibility. All of my men find love where they least expect it!


Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?


Book 1 brought up the topic of empaths being sold off by their parents, and I wanted to explore how it would be possible to go from such an awful experience to happily ever after. Along the way, I think the story became even more about Gabe’s issues, somehow, but these things happen. Inspiration is only the start, and I have to take the story where it wants to go.


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


Not habits per se, but I do have music. My favorite writing song is “Beautiful Mind” by Travis A. King. It gets heavy rotation when I need to block out distracting sounds so I can focus on writing.


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


I have a general idea of my characters, who then tend to reveal more details of themselves to me as I write. For this book, I absolutely knew Nacio going in, but Gabe was unusually reticent. His outer layers – the public persona, if you will – were readily accessible, but his wounded core developed much later. I know some people say our characters, as creations, are entirely within our control, but sometimes it feels very much like they exist independently and keep secrets from the author.


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


It varies from story to story. The theme of wrestling with the emotional legacy of one’s parents is of particular interest to me personally, but direct influences in this book are minimal. I’d say the biggest one is Nacio’s confusion over sports fans getting so clannish, which is an observation taken from my own, non-sports loving life.


Q) What are your upcoming projects?


I’m editing the next Tea and Empathy book, His for Keeps, which I expect will be out in May or early June. It’s my first foray into kink, so it was fun to write, and I decided that a great benefit of writing sci-fi romance is how easily the author can invent sex toys.
Blurb:
Love may be within his reach… if he is able to trust in it.
Gabe Thorne was disgusted by his sister’s plan to purchase an empath. She wanted someone who would be compelled to please her, and only her sudden death interrupted the plan. The empath she’d chosen, Ignacio, needs to bond with an anchor almost immediately, and Gabe volunteers to prevent him from being auctioned off to an abuser by his greedy parents.
Ignacio proves to be a sweet, enchanting guy, and soon Gabe begins to develop real feelings for him. Despite this, and the lifelong commitment he made when he let Ignacio bond to him, Gabe doesn’t believe they can have a real relationship. His long habit of pessimism has protected him from a lot of disappointment over the years. This time? Expecting the worst might ruin any chance of a happy relationship.
Excerpt:
Having Nacio around and frequently reading, Gabe found himself reading more as well. So he was lying in bed, finishing a short story before going to sleep for the night, when Nacio said, “Gabe, I think it’s happening.”

“You’re bonding with me?”
Nacio nodded. “I can’t fight it.”
“Hey, you don’t have to fight it.” Gabe set aside his tablet and rolled on his side so he could face his bedmate. He pulled Nacio into his arms. “I’m here for you.”
“This is forever. I’ll always need you.” Nacio’s blue eyes darted around, a sure sign he was nervous.
“I know.” While it was rushed and he’d have liked more time, they didn’t have that option and he truly thought this was the best thing for Nacio. It was nerve-wracking because Gabe didn’t know if it was the best idea for himself.
If they were fortunate, they might just end up in the kind of relationship Gabe wanted, two men in a long-term, loving, monogamous sharing of lives. He was far from certain that would happen, and if the future didn’t work out the way he hoped, Nacio would forever be in his life in some capacity. Gabe knew what he was signing on for and he would honor the commitment, whatever the personal cost. He could do no less for this endearing man who trusted him so completely.
He kissed Nacio’s forehead. “I’ll always be here for you, and I’m not going to take advantage of you. There’s no need to fight, okay? You have so much to deal with, sensing all those emotions. Let me help you.”
Nacio clung to Gabe, face pressed into his shirt. “I’m glad it’s you.”
“Me too.” As much as this was upending his world, Gabe spoke the truth. He did not at all like the idea of Nacio having someone else as his anchor, someone who might not appreciate him or support his individuality as much as Gabe did, and in the short time Nacio had been with him, he’d grown incredibly fond of the young man. “Is there anything I can do to make this easier?”
The answer was spoken into his chest. “Don’t let go.”
Simple enough. It felt so good, so right, to hold Nacio. They had similar builds and heights, with Gabe slightly broader-chested but not as long-limbed, and it was easy to align their bodies for optimal contact. 
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He rubbed circles on Nacio’s back in what he hoped was a soothing manner. “You don’t have to fight it.”
 “You’re so uncertain.”
“Well, sure. We haven’t even known each other a week, and we have no clue what our future is going to look like. Doesn’t mean I’m changing my mind.”
“Good. I really want you for my anchor, Gabe. Not because of your family or money, because those aren’t so very important. I want you because you’re kind and thoughtful, and you make me smile a lot. Also, the fact that you’re such a good person despite your family speaks very highly to your character.”
It was an incredible privilege to be Nacio’s anchor, and while Gabe wasn’t convinced he was worthy of the honor, he’d do his very best. “I feel the same way about you with your parents. They’re so terrible and yet you’re a great guy.”
Nacio smiled. “I’m glad you think so. I really am very lucky to get you for my anchor.”
Gabe wasn’t sure about that, but hearing it felt damn good all the same. “I’m not big on making promises,” he said, “because if I make one, I keep it. I’ll promise you this, though—I will never, ever deliberately take advantage of being your anchor, and if I don’t realize I’m doing it, tell me and I will stop.”
“I believe you,” said Nacio quietly. “With you, bonding isn’t frightening the way I’d thought.”
“Good.”
For something as mad as agreeing to be Nacio’s anchor, it felt remarkably right to hold him. Gabe was content to lie in silence and let Nacio deal with the empathy. He didn’t think he’d be much help in that department.
“You know, everyone uses the term anchor, but now that it’s happening to me I think an old-fashioned compass might be a better analogy,” said Nacio. “I’m pulled to you like a magnet, and you’ll help keep me oriented in a sea of emotions.”
The description made sense to Gabe, who wasn’t very well versed in empathy. He resolved to work on increasing his knowledge. “So you can feel the bond forming?”
“Yes. Don’t let go, please.”
“I won’t.” In fact, he held Nacio a bit tighter. “I’ve got you.”
Nacio’s next move could only be described as nuzzling followed by a murmur of contentment. Gabe wasn’t sure any physical contact had ever hit him the way this did. All the protective and nurturing instincts he usually tried to ignore rushed to the surface, along with great affection.
Nacio looked at him, wide-eyed. “Oh, Gabe.”
Wishing he could hide his feelings if only to protect his heart, Gabe resigned himself to the fact that he was falling hard and fast. It would probably come back to bite him in the ass later, but with Nacio looking at him with such wonder, in the moment he was having a hard time finding the regret he knew was lurking just around the corner.
 “Would you mind very much to kiss me? I want to know what it feels like.”
As if he could refuse Nacio anything. Since this was presumably the younger man’s first kiss, Gabe kept it light, a gentle press of his lips on Nacio’s, followed by another which lingered a little longer. The third kiss Nacio shyly returned.
“So that’s kissing,” he said. “I can see the appeal.”
Buy Links:
Evernight (with new release discount): https://www.evernightpublishing.com/his-to-cherish-by-jessie-pinkham/Amazon: http://mybook.to/HistoCherish
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/his-to-cherish-mm
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/820898

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Suzy Shearer Visits with her NEW RELEASE!

Hello Suzy!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…
Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
This book came about after I went on a short holiday. Unfortunately I didn’t stay in an exclusive villa but the location, the animals, the scenery were all taken from it. While I was there I had the idea for the book and it just grew from that.
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
Music. I have to have music blasting out. First thing in the morning I go into my studio, turn my iPod on shuffle then I’m ready for the day.
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
Well I do have a plan but unfortunately my characters usually disagree with it and they end up completely different to what I’d envisaged. I’m a panster and a rather butterfly when I write.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
My heroines always contain bits of me, how I’d react in situations, a little of what they look like (well the tattoo part at least). If you read all of my books and mashed all the heroines together you’d have me.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I’ve just had book one in a new series accepted by Evernight so I’m working on some of the others in the series.
But being a ‘normal’ author, I’ve also got a number of other WIPs that I dip into regularly.


BLURBWhen Anabelle Rowley, fifty-five, takes a two-week break at an exclusive beach-front villa, she meets a man—but not just any man. Instead, this one ticks every box on her imaginary boyfriend list.
For fifty-two-year-old John Ethan, going on a short vacation to recover from injury and moving to Australia comes rather fast. Imagine his surprise when he meets a woman who arouses his every desire. 
Their holiday romance ignites fires in them both and this is something real, something long-lasting. But when Anabelle has to leave suddenly, neither has a way of finding the other again.
Will they ever be able to locate each other? And if they do, then John must reveal a secret, a secret that he fears Anabelle will never understand.Heat Rating: Level 3 Word Count: 86,000This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It may off end some readers.
EXCERPT
I let my gaze roam all over her body, exciting me more. She was perfect in every way. I loved all her soft curves, or as she called them, “her wiggly bits”. I drank her in and crooked my finger, beckoning her closer. With only a little help from me, I made her climb onto the kitchen bench then set my stool between her legs. Today, I intended to make her wait. I was going to take her to the edge and back as many times as I could.  Placing my hands on each thigh, I moved each leg apart and pulled her until she was right on the edge of the bench, at the perfect height for me. Running a finger up and down, I discovered she wasn’t a little moist, she was extremely wet. I let her rich juices coat my finger and licked it.  “If you’re a good girl, I may let you come.”  Her beautiful green eyes widened in shock. “What?”  “You heard. Right now I’m in charge, so relax and enjoy.”  Cupping my hand, I pushed a finger into her hot wet cunt while I leaned forward and breathed in deep. God, I loved the smell of her arousal. It was sweet. It added to my excitement. She was intoxicating. I licked her. She gave a little sigh. Right, time to tease.  Using my fingers and my mouth, I fucked her until she tensed, and then I stopped. Glancing up into her face, it was a picture. I could tell she was excited, but at the same time a little annoyed. I waited until I knew the urge to climax had subsided. Then I began licking and fucking again. She leaned back on her elbows and began those little mewling sounds that she made.   I loved them!  Taking her to the edge time and time again, I could tell how frustrated she was as she pouted at me. I wondered simply how much longer it would be before she demanded her orgasm. I was enjoying myself a lot. The downside was I had a hard-on that was now painfully pressed against my shorts.  Ah, the things we do for love.  This time, when she was hovering on the edge, she tried to bring her legs together to keep my hand inside her. I laughed and shook my head. She bit her bottom lip and I figured this next time I’d let her come. Once more, I pushed a finger inside her, then another. In and out of that cunt. I loved the squishy noises it made as I began sucking and biting at her clit. She moaned louder and louder as the beginnings of her orgasm started again.  “Don’t stop!”  Her demanding scream echoed across the kitchen as I sucked on that bead. Drawing it in, I bit down hard with my mouth. If we ever got into a real Dom-sub relationship, she’d learn to behave. Still, at the moment, we were only two people enjoying each other’s bodies.




BUY LINKS:
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/her-doms-secret-past-by-suzy-shearerhttps://www.amazon.com/B07BLVV63M 
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/her-doms-secret-past-suzy-shearer/1128246056?ean=2940155179498


LINKS - WHERE TO FIND SUZY:
Website :  http://www.suzyshearer.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SuzyS
Blog:  http://suzyshearer.blogspot.com.au
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SuzyShearer
Twitter : https://twitter.com/SuzyShearer
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sooziiis
Linkedin: http://au.linkedin.com/in/suzyshearer
Publisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/suzy-shearer/
Publisher: http://www.bookstrand.com/suzy-shearer
Email her at: suzyshearer@optusnet.com.au

BIO:
  Author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category. Perfect Three reached #20 on Amazon's Top Paid 100 Bestsellers in the erotic/interracial category while Build A Love was #8 on Amazon's list in the erotic/ménage category.

In 2017 Suzy was nominated for the Best Established Author in the Australian Romance Today Readers’ Choice Award. She made it through all the rounds to reach the finals against some extremely talented and well-known Australian Romance Authors.
 A Buddhist, Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company.  Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.  When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well. Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment.  Sexy isn't just for the under 30s. When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com/

E-BOOKS OUT NOW The Club seriesThe Club: Bound The Club 2: Uncollared    The Club 3: WaxedThe Club 4: Displayed The Club 5: Submit The Club 6: Unmasked
The Hunters seriesA Hunter's Heart - Book 1 A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2A Hunter’s Challenge - Book 3
Dark Desires series (each book is a standalone)Whipped Delights    Craving Her Master Melting Her Dom’s HeartAn Artist’s KissElephants and Ever-Afters
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Q & A with Christine Myers on her Cyborg Awakening series!

Hello Christine!  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’ve always been an avid reader as well as a writer. Recently I’ve enjoyed cyborg Science Fiction Romance stories from all different authors. It’s like all of these stories go in a big bin and I pull out various elements to build a whole new story with new characters.


Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
I started it as a series with a rather nebulous plan for future issues.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
The Cyborg Awakenings series is set in the future history that I created for my Aledan Series on a post apocalyptic Earth. In a way I took a page out of history. A survey team on a prospective colonial planet. They killed the aliens who got there first. Then the aliens came and destroyed its entire infrastructure and set Earth back into the eighteenth century. Vyken Dark takes place 800 years before the Aledan series.
Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
I’m sure the numerous cyborg stories I’ve read inspired me to create my own cyborg story. As with
many writers, I’ve tried to write a story I would like to read, hoping it will also be one reader’s will enjoy as well.


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

When I was writing the Aledan Series, I would listen to the Moody Blues to get in the mood and even while I was writing. They are after all the Veteran Cosmic Rockers.
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I usually jot down a few notes on the plot and the main characters. Most of my planning is in my head and it changes as I imagine scene by scene. When the characters start to take over, I know I’m on a roll. I really think I am more of a “seat of the pantser” than a planner.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
My real life is actually pretty boring. For me, writing is a form of escapism.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?


I am planning a sixth Aledan novel to tell Calan’s story. He is the third and youngest or the Aledan’s children. He might even cross over with some remnant cyborgs, but it’s still simmering on the back burner.

Blurb:
Cyborg Vyken Dark is back on Earth after fighting for eighty years in the Procyon War against the Mesaarkans. He came to help restore order out of chaos in old Chicago USA. Every major city on Earth is in ruins. Most are now run by gangs of thugs ruled by overlords who take everything of value and prey on those who are just trying to survive. Vyken and his four brother cyborgs are all that's left of their starship crew of three hundred.
He didn't want the job, but when his old mentor Admiral Carson Gregor asked, Vyken Dark could not refuse. If he could have chosen a man to call father, it would have been Carson Gregor.

Vyken chose the name Dark because the darkness in his soul drove him to kill the enemies of the Federation with a ruthlessness that few natural humans possessed. Sometimes that darkness overwhelmed his humanity and made him weary of his life... Until he came back to Earth and found her.

EXCERPT:
“Thank you for helping us,” Danya said, looking up into his eyes. She was a little over medium height, but Vyken was still head and shoulders taller. 
They both knew what would have happened had he not been there. They might both be dead, and they probably would have raped Danya before they killed her.
The thought made Vyken clench his jaw and wish he had killed them for the human waste of resources they were. Females were valuable to replenish the human race. It was against a cyborg’s code to harm females who were not involved in armed combat against them.
“It wasn’t a fair fight,” Vyken said. He stepped closer and reached out to stroke her cheek with his fingertips. He searched his memory bank for an appropriate thing to say. He had no experience flirting or courting a woman. “I am attracted to you.”
“That’s certainly straight to the point,” she smiled at him faintly. “You’re not very good at this, are you?”
“No. My experience with women is limited to my service with them during my training and the war. I know how to give sexual pleasure…”
“I just bet you do,” she chuckled.
 “But I never learned the courtship process,” he admitted.
Danya gave him a full smile. The big cyborg was gorgeous---handsome face with a strong square jaw, piercing blue eyes, cropped blond hair and ripped muscular body. Danya could easily imagine pleasure in his arms once she got to know him a little better. She felt her core come to life for the first time in a long time.
“Well, these days, I don’t know as people bother with that anymore,” she said. She put her hand over his as his fingertips rested against her cheek. “I think the attraction is mutual, but I think we have to know each other before we get to the sexing, Vyken.”
She took his hand and held it in both of hers. “Helping my dad and me out of that jam, sure earned you some serious consideration.”
Momentarily, Kydel emerged from the treatment room. Danya let go of Vyken’s hand and turned to the medic.  “Is he going to be okay?”
“He will,” Kydel stated. “He will sleep now for a few hours while the nanites do their work. In the meantime, Vyken will take you to the mess to get some food. Your father said you were looking for food when you were attacked.”
“Food would be great,” she said, “A bath and clean clothes would be nirvana.”
“We’ll get your food first, and then we can probably find clothing in the storeroom to fit you like we are wearing,” Vyken said. He was wearing khaki green cargo pants and a black t-shirt under a khaki green jacket. “We used to have women serving on the ship’s crew, but they have all passed on or were killed in battle.”
“Pants and a shirt will do me just fine,” she said.
“Come, I’ll take you to the mess.  Our selection is limited, but the meal bars are nutritious.” 

Vyken led the way, and Danya fell into step beside him. They emerged from sickbay into the light gray metal corridor. He measured his stride, so she didn’t have to strain to keep up with him, sensing she was weakened by malnourishment. The door to the mess hall opened automatically when they approached, and Vyken showed Danya to the hand cleaning station by the entrance. He took her to a table away from the others then went to the dispenser and got two meal bars for her and one for himself.
“The normal serving is one, but you look like you could use an extra one,” he said handing her two of them as he sat down at the table across from her.
Despite her hunger, Danya opened the first one carefully and took a bite, chewing it slowly. It was lightly sweetened peanut butter flavored. Hungry as she was, she ate slowly, chewing each bite carefully.
“Mmm!” she murmured. “I haven’t eaten in a couple days. This tastes delicious.” 
The other women were sitting at a table with their children eating meal bars with the cyborg called Jolt. Danya looked at them but didn’t recognize them. They didn’t seem much older than her twenty-five years. For that matter, Vyken didn’t appear much older than she, but Danya guessed he must be. Cyborgs didn’t seem to age at the rate regular people did. All of them were later models, and they could have been as old as seventy-five years. 
That was the word on the street, perhaps more legend than fact. The cyborgs definitely were impressive. Danya was hard pressed to stop herself from drinking him in with her eyes. Vyken did not seem at all self-conscious under her keen observation. He knew he was a superior being in looks and ability as a warrior and as a man. He liked the appreciation that gleamed in her eyes. 
“Is there water or something to drink?”
“We have plain water and flavors lightly sweetened.”
“Just water is fine.”
Vyken got up and went to the water dispenser and filled two recyclable glasses with cold water then brought them back to the table placing one in front of Danya and one at his place at the table.  He noticed the bruises on her arms from where the thug’s fingers had pressed into her flesh. It made him angry. Mine!
He felt like ripping that worthless piece of humanity apart with his bare hands. Even more, he wished to lick the marks on her arm so his nanites could repair the damage that caused the bruises. 
“If you don’t mind,” Danya said, “I will save the other one for later. If I eat them both, I might not keep them down.”
“If that’s what you want. We have an ample supply of food for many years to come. You can have more anytime you wish,” he told her. “We have space for three hundred people on this ship. I want you and your father to stay here with us. You’ll be safe here.”
“And convenient for you…” Danya quirked an eyebrow as she looked at him speculatively.
“And for you to know me better, Danya. You and your father will be safe here,” he said. “We are here to recruit people to rebuild a civilized society and suppress the gangs of thugs that prey on females and males not skilled in fighting.”
“You want me, but then what?” she asked boldly meeting his gaze. 
“You are mine,” he said with complete certainty. “It’s genetic. You are my female.”
“How do you know that?”
“Pheromones,” he said simply.
“What’s that?” she asked. 
“It’s something your body releases to attract your mate. I sensed yours and reacted to them,” he explained. Even then he could smell her arousal, but she seemed to be fighting it.
 “What if I don’t want to mate with you?” 
“You do. Your body is telling us both that you do,” he said softly. 
Danya’s face grew hot, and her cheeks turned pink. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy contracted as she sat looking at him. “Well, don’t hold your breath. I don’t just bang every guy that saves my life and my father’s.”

Buy links:
Cyborg Awakenings Prequel – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BN7QY99
 Vyken Dark - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BJDQV1T

New Sexy Hot Romance from Lynn Burke with a chance to win an Amazon GC!

Nicky Fallen Gliders #1
by Lynn Burke Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Art Work: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art Keywords: MC, Erotic, Contemporary, May/December
*Be warned: Spanking, anal sex


Dominic “Nicky” Landon has been a Sargent at Arms for the Fallen Gliders for thirty years. When he finds out his only sister overdoses on drugs dealt by his brothers, he hands in his colors and severs ties to the club and vicious lifestyle forever.

Mel Hughson owns the only bar in hicksville, no-mans-land, New Hampshire. She’s content with her single life, but the cold, spring night Nicky Landon’s Harley rolls into town ignites her desire. The fact he’s got at least twenty years on her doesn’t mean jack to Mel. He’s hot, he’s dangerous, and whether he knows it or not, he belongs to her.

Can Mel tempt Nicky to ignore their age gap and surrender to her, or will the secrets from his perilous past rise up to destroy everything?


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  Excerpt:

We knocked the liquor back, and our gazes met as we set the glasses on the bar.
“How old are you?” Nicky asked, his attention snagging on my lips.
“Twenty-eight.”
He scrubbed a hand over the beard lining his jaw while looking away. “So damn young.”
“Not too young.” Gauntlet thrown, I waited for his attention to return to my face. Eyes full of lust, a leashed animal that ought to scare the shit out of me but didn’t.
“I’m no good.”
I cocked my head and slid my gaze down over him, not missing the hard length straining against his leathers. “Look pretty damn good to me.”
His low groan rushed need through me again, and I knew I’d leave a wet spot on the stool once I got up.
“You’re messing with fire, little girl.”
Heat flushed through me. “I enjoy flames now and then.” My breath caught at the hunger on his face, parting my lips.
“Fuck it.” He grasped my chin in his warm palm. “I’ll give you what you want, little girl, but don’t go crying to your mommy in the morning because a big bad wolf left his mark on you.”
Oh, God. I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together. Older men were so the shit.He captured my lips, but without the brute force I’d expected. Hunger, yes, but the full softness of his lips pressed against mine, taking and tasting, his tongue probing, whiskers brushing my skin. I parted my lips and moaned as he sank his tongue into my mouth, fucking every hidden corner, filling me with the taste of whiskey and pure male. My skin pebbled, pulse thrummed.
“Goddamn.” Nicky stood and yanked me off the stool. Virile, pure hardness and muscle beneath the leather hiding his skin from my grasping hands. His fingers fisted in my long hair, tangling and yanking my head to the side, the other grabbing my ass and hauling me against his huge cock.
He crouched down slightly and pulled me up. My legs wrapped around him as though having a mind of their own—even though I had been thinking about getting him between my legs all night long.
His beard brushed along my neck as he breathed me in and licked from my collarbone to my ear. “You smell like a fucking spring day. Innocent.”
“I’m h-hardly an innocent,” I gasped as he bit my earlobe and ground his cock against my sopping jeans.
“Thank God, because I want to be balls deep inside of you. Now.”
He thrust, and I moaned, my fingers grasping at his t-shirt.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered harshly in my ear.
“No way in hell.”
With a growl, he squeezed my ass to the point of pain. “I haven’t wanted a woman like this in a long fucking time.”
“So take what you want.”
“Goddamn.” He rested his forehead on mine. “Right here?”
I slithered a hand between us to grasp the hardness inside his leathers. “Right now.”
“Fuck.” Like my five-foot-six frame and thirty extra pounds meant nothing, he spun me around. “Hands on the bar.”
I did as told, bending at the waist and putting my ass on display with a little wiggle.
“Don’t move,” he said while peeling off his leather jacket.
My legs trembled, and I turned my head to watch as he moved to the front door and flicked off the lights.
The streetlight half a block away barely cut through the storm, but the flash of lightning lit
Nicky up as he stalked back toward me, shedding his t-shirt.
Broad shoulders … another flash filled my eyes with tanned skin stretched tight over massive pecs and abs a twenty-year-old guy would kill for.
I licked my lips, hoping for another flash of light, but Nicky palmed my waist and leaned over my back, his cock pressed against my ass, the heat of his skin searing me through my shirt.
My eyelids fluttered shut as he wrapped his fingers around my hair again and tilted my head back.
“Last chance, Mel.” His rumbling voice and hot breath against my ear brought a moan past my lips.
“Take me,” I managed to whisper and licked my dry lips. “Please.”



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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/AuthorLynnBurke

Doris O'Connor Visits today with her New Release!

Thanks so much for hosting my new release today. Her Husband’s Army Buddy is out now, and the first in a new series called McLeod Security.

Like so many of my stories, this one started as a flash on my blog. Little did I know then, that it would evolve into a series. When I expanded the flash, it was to be a short story in honor of one of my reader’s birthdays. The Sandy in the story J

As I wrote it took on a life of its own, side characters popped up demanding their story to be told, and hey presto a new series was born. Book two is already completed and the next two are in the planning stages.

I should add that all stories will be Standalones, loosely connected through McLeod Security, some darker than others, with different pairings and D/s dynamics, and familiar characters will pop up throughout.
Blurb:
McLeod Security, 1
There should only ever be two people in a marriage...
Sandy McLeod has been perfectly happy in her D/s relationship with her husband Zane for the last ten years. Until his old army buddy re-enters their life.
Sean Manson is altogether too handsome, too virile, far too much of anything. The man oozes dominance, danger, and leashed aggression, and Sandy can’t help but respond to him. Neither can Zane. He walked away from Sean once. Now, he’s back, long suppressed feelings bubble to the surface and cannot be denied. When Sandy agrees to a threesome, happiness seems within their grasp. Sean’s demons, however, threaten to destroy everything they hold dear.
Sean never meant to come between husband and wife, let alone hurt either one of them. Surely, the only solution is to walk away from them both. When you’re the missing piece, however, walking is simply not an option.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), anal sex, BDSM, m/m sex, sex toys, double penetration



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Excerpt:
“We need to get her out of this dress, Sir.”
Hearing her husband address Sean like that gave her a secret thrill, the likes of which she wouldn’t have thought possible. To know that she was at the mercy of two Doms, one of which was an unknown entity made this whole thing extra exciting. Whether it was the perceived danger Sean represented, the not knowing how far he would take things, her befuddled brain couldn’t quite figure out. She stopped thinking altogether when Zane unzipped her dress at the back, followed by the snap on her bra and slid his hands around her ribcage to cup her freed breasts.
“Let her go a minute so we can lose these contraptions.” Zane’s grumbled command pitched her need even higher.
Sean stopped kissing her, the pressure on her wrists ceased, and in the next instant she was naked, barring her soaked through thong, hold-up stockings, and the heels she still wore.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Sean’s deep voice showed his admiration of her body as much as his perusal of her as he stepped back and let his hot gaze roam all over. “Spread her for me, so that I can look my fill of our sweet cunt.”
The dirty words turned her on almost as much as her husband’s immediate response.
“Your wish is my command, Sir.”
Zane kicked her legs apart and held her wrists firmly behind her back. Sean, in the meantime, shrugged out of his shirt, and kicked his shoes and trousers off with a speed that left her dizzy. As did the size of his erection straining against the damp confines of his boxers. To know she’d done that to him was a heady aphrodisiac indeed, as was her husband’s erection pushing against her ass.
Sean divested himself of his boxers, too, and she gasped when his thick shaft bobbed up to his navel. She’d been right. He was huge. While his girth wasn’t as thick as Zane’s he had a good half inch in length, and Zane wasn’t exactly small in that department.
Heavily veined, Sean’s magnificent cock looked ready to explode all over again, the broad tip already glistening in pre-cum.
She wanted to taste him so badly, yet Zane’s grip on her wrists stopped her from reaching out. As though Sean had read her thoughts, he groaned and, taking his shaft in his hand, pumped a few times along its length.
“Soon, you get to suck my cock, sweet girl, but for now, I need to taste you properly.” With that he got to his knees. As tall as he was that action brought his head level with her breasts, and he wasted no time in taking full advantage of that fact. Sean held each breast in his large hand, and grinning up at her pushed them together, before he took both nipples into his mouth and sucked hard.
Sandy tugged at Zane’s restraints, and her knees would have buckled had Zane not pushed his thigh between her legs to keep her upright. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she gave herself over to the intense sensations Sean’s talented tongue subjected her to. Her nipples had always been sensitive, a livewire straight to her clit, and with the dual sensation of Sean’s sucks and the gentle friction Zane’s leg created between her thighs, she climbed the rungs of arousal in record time. Her hips bucked against her husband’s leg as she sought to increase the friction she needed to go over.
A sharp bite to her shoulder coincided with Sean releasing his hold on her nipples with an audible pop.
“No coming without your Sirs’ permission, baby girl, or we’ll leave you hanging.”
Sure enough, Zane withdrew his thigh, while Sean grasped her hips to keep her steady. He kissed his way down her soft belly, interspersing kisses with little bites that left her hovering on the precipice. He bypassed her pussy and, flinging one of her legs over his shoulder, nibbled along the edge of her stocking.
“Hmm, as much as I love these, they need to come off. Look at me, pet.”
Sandy’s eyes flew open, and the sight of Sean between her legs made another gush of moisture trickle past the elastic of her thong. He licked that trail away, and she groaned.
“Please, I need to, please.”
Grinning, Sean blew a stream of hot air across her still covered slit, and her clit contracted in need.
“What do you need, sweet Sandy? Do you need to come?” He nudged his nose along her vulva, inhaling deeply, and Sandy jerked. Not that it got her very far because Zane’s hold on her wrists never lessened, and Sean’s fingers dug into her hips with so much pressure, she would surely be left with bruises. The thought of carrying his marks made breathing even more difficult, and she groaned her reply.
“Please, so close, I … God…”
She wasn’t entirely sure what pleas were spilling from her lips, and in truth she was far too gone to care. With Zane’s harsh breaths in her ear, and Sean’s dirty words she was a goner.
“So very eager. I can see your little clit push against this lace. You’re close, aren’t you, sweet thing? Such a turn-on. What do you think, Zane, should we let her come or torture her some more?”
Sean let go of her hips briefly to tear her thong clean off of her, and then he looked his fill.
“So very wet, and pink. Your hole is clenching, begging to be filled. What do you want in there, pet? My tongue? My fingers? My cock? Or Zane’s? Tell me, or I’ll leave you hanging and fuck your husband instead.”



About Doris
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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Mackenzie Williams 1st book in the Unpunished Series!

Hello Mackenzie!  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.  I am currently in the middle of writing book two in the Unpunished series.  Levi may be getting pulled back into his criminal ways.....:)
Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
I was trying to write a submission for a bad boy anthology, but that didn't work out.  Luckily, Levi got his own book!  Looking at pictures of male models with tattoos didn't hurt, either.
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
When I write, I need coffee and music.

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

I generally have an idea of who my characters are and their background, but they don't fully develop until they interact with each other in the story.  Surprises always seem to come up.

Blurb:
Levi Cardinal is a criminal for hire. But he doesn't do it for the money. He does it for the thrill. Kidnapping Tessa Richardson is supposed to be just another exciting job, but when he starts to fall for her, it changes his outlook on his life of crime.
When the job hits a snag, Levi has to step in to save Tessa from harm. He takes her home to watch her, but is that all he wants? Levi may be a criminal, but can Tessa trust him? 


Excerpt:
Levi spun her toward the bed and then released her with a small push. Tessa fell onto his bed, a deep breath rushing from her. He quickly pulled his belt free from his jeans. His stare was intense as he snapped his belt against itself. The sound was evil and intoxicating.
 Tessa held her breath as he leaned down and spoke. "Get ready."
He grabbed her and effortlessly flipped her onto her stomach. Tessa started to crawl away from him, but he swiftly pulled her leg and her body back toward himself. Levi grabbed her wrists and soon was wrapping his leather belt around both of them.
"Trying to crawl away from me, pet? I thought you were a good girl."
Tessa could hear the playfulness in his tone. She pulled on her arms as he finished securing them with his belt. When he let go of her, she could feel that the belt wasn't too tight. If she tried hard enough, she could pull her hands free from it.
That fact made a small smile play on her lips as she heard Levi rid himself of the rest of his clothes. We're going to play bad guy and damsel. I can handle that. Her smile grew bigger before she forced it off her face.
Tessa used her legs to push herself up the bed, away from him. She yelped as his hand came down to spank her ass two quick times.
"Tessa, you can't get away from me. Haven't you learned that?"
He smacked her ass again, and she moaned loudly. She could feel her pussy wet further as she rubbed her face into the bed. Levi suddenly slid his hand between her legs, and she instantly closed them, squirming some more.
Tessa gasped. "Don't." She didn't mean it. She desperately wanted him to touch her … everywhere. She was playing the good victim, though.
"Don't? Sorry, you aren't making the rules here." His tone was serious, which only made her pussy wetter.
Levi pressed one hand down on her lower back, stilling her. His other hand moved under her and was soon touching her pussy. She lifted her body just slightly off the bed, trying not to be too obvious with her wanting his touches. Tessa held her breath as his fingers moved up her pussy lips to her clit. He pressed down on it, and the tingle got stronger still.
Tessa whined as he pressed harder on her clit before running his fingers through her pussy lips, parting them. She rubbed her face into the bed again as he slipped his finger into her pussy.
Tessa moaned. "Levi."
He slipped his finger in and out of her several times, getting faster and harder each time. "You like that, don't you?"
She only answered with a whimper and a shiver.


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Bio:
Mackenzie Williams lives in the Midwest.  She grew up in a large family with four younger brothers.  Mackenzie went to college to study Education.  Shortly after graduation, she married her husband.  They still live in the Midwest with their son.
Mackenzie Williams writes erotic romance because she enjoys reading the genre herself.  She finds the genre to be full of romance and emotions, as well as, excitement.  When she isn't writing, Mackenzie enjoys listening to music, watching movies, or hanging out at a sports bar.

Allyson Young's New Romance on the Go!

Both being extremely independent and familiar with rejection, Celeste Hill and Elliot Godwin have a short but intense time together, something very special.
She heads off to a coveted job, leaving him to puzzle out how he might pursue a connection he’d never dreamed of having. And, despite pursuing her dream, Celeste can’t stop thinking about Elliot and what might have been.
Returning home before he can follow her, she tells him they are pregnant. Impossible. Believing he’s sterile, the reason his wife left him, Elliot is devastated—and lashes out. Celeste flees his cruel words, putting distance between them, and now determined not to name him as the father of their child.
But miracles do happen and men can come to their senses. Elliot follows his heart and Celeste again opens hers for their happily ever after.

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Knowing the majority of her response was hormone-fueled did nothing to mitigate the meltdown. How hard had she held herself against the news until now, sharing with no one but him? Forgoing the acceptance and excitement of her friends and family… Doing the right thing, notifying the father first. She sobbed and choked until she thought her throat would tear and her lungs collapse, her cheeks raw with the deluge. Her baby… She pressed a hand against her abdomen, whispering a heartfelt reassurance. Not about you, sweetheart. I love you.It felt like hours but was, in reality, a few short minutes before she wrestled back her composure, albeit as a soggy wreck of exhaustion. Impossible. She’d sorted out the reasoning—and ensuing rejection—behind his flat comment in short order. But it wasn’t impossible. He was capable regardless of what he believed. The tiny seed in her belly was living proof. But it didn’t matter. He thought she’d come to him, pregnant with another man’s child, to cadge… She couldn’t bear to think of what he thought of her. His opinion didn’t matter either. Asshole.Fumbling for a wad of tissues, she mopped up what remained of her makeup and took a shuddering breath, pushing any thought of Elliot Godwin from her head.A tap on the window drew a muffled shriek as she started, turning to stare at his unwelcome bulk hunched over her little car, his handsome face only inches away. His silvery eyes were narrowed, cold and impenetrable, not at all like the turbulent wash of emotion when he’d been as deep inside her as any man could be in a woman. Planting their child.As emotionally drained as she was, she couldn’t help the faint shiver of that arousing memory before dispatching it. Stupid hormones.She eased the window down a notch. “What?”His gaze took inher face and she knew what he saw. She never cried prettily, but then she rarely cried. Make that never. Tears were for the weak. He would know that. “Are you all right?”Like he cared. She was a slut, remember? Well, maybe not—Elliot didn’t judge, at least about consenting adults sexing things up. So, what then? What was a woman called who tried to stick a guy with a kid that wasn’t his? Something far worse in his eyes, for sure.“I’m fine.” She whirred the window back up and threw the vehicle into gear. With cautious regard to his proximity, she drove forward and then guided the car back onto the pavement, ignoring his tall form in the mirror.

Author Bio:
Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. she has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one.

A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017, along with her alter ego and three co-authors, she has published four series and several standalones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres--50 books in total.

Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn't always sweet, and she favours the darker side of romance.

NEW RELEASE! Book 5 in Jeanne St. James's The Dare Ménage Series

Hello Jeanne!  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?


This is book five of a long on-going series. While each book is a standalone and concentrates on one polyamorous triad, at least one character in the book has appeared in one of the previous. In this case, both male characters appeared in book 4 and the female character is the long-lost sister of one of the main male characters in the fourth book as well.


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


This is the fifth book in the series. The first book was written back in 2009 and published in 2010 and is still one of my bestselling books. All the books in the series are MMF ménages (bisexual romances) and all are interracial romances as well. While the books are all standalones, the characters appear in various books. They are all connected in one way or another.


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


When I planned this books, I expected Eli (the P.I. of the law firm) to be the dominant in the relationship. While writing it, Grant (Eli’s husband) ended up being the dominant. I wasn’t expecting it. Grant turned out to be very strong. Though, Eli is also strong and they tend to switch it up in the bedroom.


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


I’m a pantser. All my characters develop as I write. I discover things about my characters while writing at the same point my readers do when they are reading the story. It’s the secrets that my characters reveal that cause the twists in my books.


Q) What are your upcoming projects?


I have a lot of projects on the table. There will be one more book in this series. And I’m also working on other ongoing series (one is my popular MC romance series) and I just launched a new pen name to concentrate on m/m romance.






Dare to Surrender
The Dare Ménage Series, Book 5


By Jeanne St. James


Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance, MMF Ménage, LGBTQ


Universal Buy Link:  www.books2read.com/Dare2Surrender


Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B078XV2F7H?tag=cornwall8-20


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Blurb:


One woman, two men, a fierce attraction and a danger that could destroy them all...


Olivia Holloway’s life has never been easy. On her own at sixteen, she’s fought to survive ever since. When she finds herself in a dangerous situation that even she can’t handle, she has to break down and ask for help. She reluctantly seeks it by showing up at her estranged brother’s law firm. However, it’s not her brother, Trey, who steps in, it’s the firm’s private investigator, Elliot Stone and his husband, Grant Lane. They agree to hide her at their home to keep her safe after she witnesses a powerful Senator commit murder.
Together for a decade, Eli and Grant’s marriage is solid and they’re still deeply in love. But when Olivia shows up at the firm they both work at, Eli feels a pull toward the woman he can’t deny. Only now he needs to convince his husband that bringing her into their relationship will not destroy what they have but only enhance it. However, will Grant agree?
And will the trouble that’s following Olivia put them all at risk?


Note: This book in the series can be read as stand-alone. It includes an HEA ending. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes MMF scenes between all three characters.




Excerpt:


Liv wandered through the living room, her fingers brushing along the edges of the dust-free furniture and the expensive knickknacks. Which probably weren’t knickknacks at all. They were most likely expensive pieces of art. She jerked her hand away. She didn’t need to break anything and certainly couldn’t afford to replace anything, either.
The house was quiet. Not a dog, not a cat, not a pet in sight. No children. Nothing.
It seemed to be a huge house for only two men. Two men who were not only lovers, but were married.
If being a senior associate attorney and a private investigator for Gryff’s firm allowed them to purchase this house, she wondered how big the house was that her brother lived in. After all, he was not only a Super Bowl champion with endorsement deals, he was a partner in a prestigious, well-known law firm.
He’d come a long way from their shitty beginnings. But then, so had she, just not as far and definitely not financially.
She had never lived in a place so nice, so clean, so... not her. She had to remind herself this was only temporary until they got her out of this mess. Or she ended up dead and buried so Randall Dean could keep his secrets.
Eli and Gryff’s reactions to the senator’s name cemented her suspicions and the limited knowledge she had on the politician. He was corrupt and powerful. A scary combination.
While Olivia Holloway was a nobody and no match for someone like him.
She sighed and made her way into the kitchen, which was huge. A chef’s kitchen that any cook would love to have, and she loved to cook. She taught herself when she went out on her own. Since she couldn’t afford to buy meals at restaurants, she scrounged for ingredients and learned to put together somewhat satisfying dishes. Bruised fruits and vegetables. Dented cans. Open boxes. Day old bread. Anything she could get cheaply, or even free, to transform into something she was proud to eat.
Hell, at sixteen and seventeen she ate better than when she lived with her neglectful, alcoholic mother.
One day, she hoped to have a chance to sit down with Trey and learn how he survived and flourished. At least during those tough years, he’d had football. She had nothing. And that’s one reason why she left. If she would’ve encouraged him to come along, he would’ve gave up his future as a football star. He may never had graduated high school, either. Forget college. Forget the NFL.
“Liv,” she heard from across the expansive kitchen. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the smells of whatever Grant was cooking at the stove.
The man had looked hot in his suit when she saw him earlier in the day at the firm. Now he wore a worn pair of Levi’s, a soft-looking mauve T-shirt, and was barefoot. His glasses were gone, too.
He still looked boiling hot. Too bad he was gay.
And married, she reminded herself.
Eli came into the room, wearing long, loose black shorts, no shirt, and was barefoot, too. From what she could see, a sheen of sweat covered his torso as he leaned into Grant and pressed his mouth to his husband’s ear.
Whatever he whispered made Grant turn his head enough so that their lips met for a quick kiss.
A rush of warmth ran through Liv and she hadn’t expected that reaction. Two men sharing a kiss made her want to squirm and not in a bad way. She hoped they did it again and took it deeper.
Unfortunately, they didn’t.










About the Author:
JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling erotic romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing. Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK


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Book Two in Lacee Hightower's Beautiful People series!

Lacee Hightower returns to talk about book two!
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters? 
A lot of my ideas come from music because I’m a big music lover and take it very personally.  But other ideas have come from people that I meet and everyday situations.  My book Pink Lilies actually came to mind when I visited a cosmetic surgeon considering having a procedure done, which I didn’t follow through with.  The man intimidated the hell out of me, thus the idea for my book.


Q)  Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it? 
This is a series called Beautiful People. Pink Lilies, Crimson Sunsets and Reaching for Emeralds.  All can be read as standalones, yet the male characters all know one another from the fetish club they attend.   Two of the men are the club owners, the other just a member. They are all mentioned in each book.


Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind? 
Music!  I’m driving down the road with my radio blaring and come up with the most random insane ideas for scenes.


Q) What are your upcoming projects? 
Have a new series I’m working on.  Have finished book one which will be called Waking the Lion and finishing up the next.  Book one is promised to not only be smoking hot but a tear jerker as well.  Something a little different.


Originally, I’d intended Pink Lilies to be a standalone.  Yet, the further I got into writing it, Justin Wisely, co-owner of Venture, just kept appearing in the story more and more, so I decided he absolutely needed his own book.  A strong Dominant, he’s made some serious life-altering mistakes in his past which have influenced his life tremendously. 



Blurb from Crimson Sunsets
 I’m a businessman in the world of kink. 
 Known by many as Master ‘J’, women want me for a strength I no longer possess. Still, I’m not seeking sweet.  Not interested in vanilla.  I don’t plan on a forever and damn sure don’t want kids.
 A short stay with my attorney changes every single perspective I own in mere minutes.
When Hartley Shipman reappears in my life, she throws me for a loop a mile long.  Makes me realize I want everything I swore I didn’t.
There’s just one problem – her father is the man I thought I killed.
Buy Links:
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/crimson-sunsets-by-lacee-hightower/
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Crimson-Sunsets-Beautiful-People-Book-ebook/dp/B07BX5RXPB/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1522848975&sr=8-2&keywords=Lacee+Hightower&dpID=51BjxwuB%252BZL&preST=_SY445_QL70_&dpSrc=srch

Bio:
Lacee Hightower is an American writer and romance novelist, referring to her style as contemporary, sweet romance with a “twist.” Living in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex, she describes herself as a foodie that can’t cook, a large lover of fashion and SHOES, and an enormous hopeless romantic.  Since she was old enough to know what the word meant, she loved the whole concept of romance and happy endings. Even though she has always enjoyed writing, life got in the way and she never really thought of pursuing it seriously until she decided to write her first book after both her children were grown.  Now with a nice glass of wine in hand, or not, she is learning to love bringing the characters in her head to life on paper for those who enjoy peeking into another world.


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New Series by Lacee Hightower!

  Hi Lacee! Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly! So tell me...
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?  A lot of my ideas come from music because I’m a big music lover and take it very personally.  But other ideas have come from people that I meet and everyday situations.  My book Pink Lilies actually came to mind when I visited a cosmetic surgeon considering having a procedure done, which I didn’t follow through with.  The man intimidated the hell out of me, thus the idea for my book.
Q)  Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?  This is a series called Beautiful People. Pink Lilies, Crimson Sunsets and Reaching for Emeralds.  All can be read as standalones, yet the male characters all know one another from the fetish club they attend.   Two of the men are the club owners, the other just a member. They are all mentioned in each book.
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?  Music!  I’m driving down the road with my radio blaring and come up with the most random insane ideas for scenes.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?  Have a new series I’m working on.  Have finished book one which will be called Waking the Lion and finishing up the next.  Book one is promised to not only be smoking hot but a tear jerker as well.  Something a little different.



Pink Lilies Blurb:
Moments in our lives can change us forever. 
Death, suffering, illness … they can bring us to our knees.  Pull us into the dark.  Control our every move and maybe even shatter us.


Alexa Bohmann’s beauty brought me to my knees the instant I saw her smile. 
After one kiss, I can’t walk away.  Even knowing my lies are unforgivable.


Hearts will be tested.
Lives changed forever.
Yet, I’m hooked.  I won’t walk away.




Pink Lilies Excerpt:


“Stay right where you are. I want to show you something.” I watched his magnificent ass as he walked to his car and popped the trunk. He reached for something I couldn’t see, slipping it inside his pocket.
“What’s in there?” I pointed to his pocket as he walked back inside, arching my brows.
His fingers twisted through mine, leading me toward the small square breakfast table in the kitchen. “Lay back, Alexa.”
He gestured toward the dinette table, using a foot to push a chair to the side. He leaned my back over the table, my short gown rising up my thighs. His eyes narrowing, he glared down at me, reaching into his pocket and removing a small scalpel with the blade still covered.  My stomach rolled, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my teeth.
“Have you lost your mind, Tyler?”
His jaw tightened. “Not in the sense you mean, but you hounding me about changing your face makes me feel like I am.”
            Hovering over me, his eyes resembled cold chips of emerald ice. The end of the small blade lightly brushed across my left cheek and I gasped at the eerie tingle through my face, the unpleasantness from the table sending sharp pains through my back.
“So you want me cutting on your face, Alexa?  Is that what you really want?”
“What the hell, Tyler?  Let me up.”
He leaned over further, caging me against the table. “Do you realize just how sharp a scalpel this size really is? The depth of permanent, life-altering damage it can do to a person if not used properly?”
My eyes expanded at the uncanny vibes the smooth cold metal sent through my skin. My heart hammered furiously as he carefully removed the blade cover and turned the scalpel over in his hand again and again, his gaze darkening.
“This, Alexa, is the scalpel that I never intend on using anywhere near this beautiful face, or any other part of your body. Are you beginning to understand now?”
His stare was deadlocked against mine as he slowly lowered the scalpel again, shoving my gown up with the edge. With his eyes fixed and frozen, he cautiously ran the tip underneath the waist line of my panties, going to great lengths to avoid touching my skin. Suddenly, with a quick instant pop, he snapped the elastic, the torn strip of stretchy fabric rapidly dropping down over my chilled skin.
“This is the only thing on your body that I will ever use a scalpel on, Alexa. To get rid of these.”  His jaw tensed. “Bring the subject up again and you’ll end up over my knee.” He lifted his body from mine, the tent inside his fitted slacks vast. He carefully replaced the blade cover and returned the scalpel to the inside of his pocket. Still frozen, I hadn’t moved an inch, my heart racing in my chest. His long fingers returned to my panties, lowering them slowly and brushing across my soaked opening. He slipped a finger inside me, every muscle in my body tensing.
“You’re very wet, Alexa. Did that turn you on?”
I bolted straight up, his hand falling from my heated body as I pulled my torn panties back up. I walked away and stood in the doorway. I wasn’t sure if I was scared, or just exactly what I was feeling. My mind was swimming with the profound reaction this man had on me. All I knew for sure was that he was spot-on about one thing.  Even with what he’d just done, I was completely aroused. He still stood by the kitchen table, our eyes in a hard standoff.
“I need real proof you aren’t going to walk away again, Tyler.”
His hand forcefully tugged on his belt buckle, unlatching it and dropping his pants down around his ankles. The boxers he wore were tight and gray, outlining a thick hard erection that was perfectly molded against the thin material. He grasped the elastic waistband and lowered them, enclosing his hand around his wide girth as they dropped, joining the slacks that covered his ankles. Dear God.
“Is this proof enough? Don’t ever think for one minute that I get this hard for another woman.”


Buy Links:
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Bio:
Lacee Hightower is an American writer and romance novelist, referring to her style as contemporary, sweet romance with a “twist.” Living in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex, she describes herself as a foodie that can’t cook, a large lover of fashion and SHOES, and an enormous hopeless romantic.  Since she was old enough to know what the word meant, she loved the whole concept of romance and happy endings. Even though she has always enjoyed writing, life got in the way and she never really thought of pursuing it seriously until she decided to write her first book after both her children were grown.  Now with a nice glass of wine in hand, or not, she is learning to love bringing the characters in her head to life on paper for those who enjoy peeking into another world.


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