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Aletta Thorne Visits with her Haunting Upcoming Release!

Hello Aletta!  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 am a “pantser,” which is to say that I write by the seat of my pants.  I don’t plan.  I put my characters together and let them talk—and see where the conversations lead!  It’s funny how much that feels like watching something instead of creating something.  In the case of my main character Alma, I guess it’s not too surprising she’d WANT to have a handsome and courtly Colonial era gentleman haunting her apartment…but who the gentleman turned out to be and what he could and would do was quite a surprise even to me.  Bart  really is a talented fellow!
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
A lot of the ghostly stuff in this book is based on a ghost investigation that took place in my own house, which is haunted.  Well…maybe not all of it (insert bright red blush here).
Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
What I just said: I live in a haunted house.  The ghost in my writing study tossed a brass floor lamp around this time of the year a few Halloweens back.  And I wanted to write a romance with a woman chef in it because back in my twenties and thirties, I cheffed.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
Lots.  Some stuff just invents itself, but I use friends’ names, the general characters of old boyfriends, places I’ve been…The Hudson River is almost a character in this book, and it’s because I love it so much.  And all my books (I’ve written a bunch of YA under another name, but this is my first adult romance) are Hudson River Valley because I live here.  Plus—hey, if you’re writing a ghost story, there is no place spookier!

Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I had an idea for a romance about an older woman who is trying to live in a tiny house.  I’ve written a little of that.  I’m also a poet (under a different name) with third collection coming out in the spring.



BLURB:

Halloween, 1982. MTV is new, poodle perms are the rage, and life just might be getting better for Alma Kobel.  Her ugly divorce is final at last. Her new job as chef at Bright Day School’s gorgeous old estate is actually fun.  But the place is haunted—and so is Alma’s apartment. 
Bartholomew Addison Jenkins’ ghost has been invisibly watching Alma for months.  When he materializes one night, Alma discovers Bart—as he likes to be called--has talents she couldn’t have imagined…and a horrifying past. 
Can you have a one-nighter with a ghost?  And what happens if you decide one night is all you want—and end up ghosting him?  Some spirits don’t like taking “no” for an answer.
Buy links are not up yet.  We’re still COMING SOON FROM EVERNIGHT, but should be out on Friday the 27th.
EXCERPT:
“You’ll turn over the record. Oh, because you…”“I do like to keep up. Who poured you wine from the … refrigerator? Although, I don’t understand why people of your age prefer it so icy.”Alma followed Bart into the living room, still wondering why things didn’t seem odder than they were. She remembered the Casper the Friendly Ghost cartoons she’d seen as a little girl. This ghost was acting—well, perhaps a bit more flirty than friendly. He only glowed a bit as they walked through the dim hallway that connected her rooms. You can hardly even tell he’s translucent. What had he seen of her, though? She was glad her frustrating night with Sid had been at his place.As Bart bent over the turntable and flipped the record, the reading lamp by her couch highlighted the silver buttons of his coat. She curled up on the couch and put her wine glass on the glass-covered orange crate she’d turned into a coffee table. Bart sat beside her, suspiciously close. He put an arm over the back of the couch, and Alma shook her head again. That’s the old sneaky-arm trick—like a high school kid. It’s kind of cute. She pulled her legs up under herself, and they quietly listened to the music.“You’re right,” she said after a few minutes. “‘Fountains’ is really good, too. I almost never listen to that side.”Bart made a quiet harrumphing noise. Do ghosts clear their throats? Apparently so. “Dear lady,” he said. “Although I do try not to snoop, as you would say, I have indeed observed your solitude. Let me assure you, your life will soon be happier.” He slid even closer to her.Okay. Now the ghost is absolutely coming on to me. This is really happening. Oh, hell—why not? He’s not bad—for a dead guy. “Um, Bart?” she said. His eyes really were a startling color—almost bronze… “You can’t actually be…”Bart set his fingertips on her cheeks, looked into her eyes, and sighed. Then he smiled. “You think this is a ridiculous situation. It’s not ridiculous,” he said. “Not at all. Allow me to demonstrate … with your permission, m’lady.” Somehow, that was funny, and Alma giggled. “Granted.”Bart’s hands were impossibly soft and gentle—and his touch had some of the same fire-and-ice buzz that she’d felt before in the kitchen when he’d tried to get her attention. He guided her lips to his, and gave her what would have been a tiny peck—from anyone else. It shot a bolt of fire straight through her. “Oh,” she said. It took a minute to get her breath.


AUTHOR BIO
Aletta Thorne believes in ghosts.  In her non-writing life, she is a choral singer, a poet, a sometimes DJ, and a writer about things non-supernatural.  But she’s happiest in front of a glowing screen, giving voice to whoever it is that got her two cats all riled up at three AM.  Yes, her house is the oldest one on her street.  And of course, it’s quite seriously haunted (scared the ghost investigator who came to check it out).  She is named after a little girl in her family who died in the late nineteenth century, at the age of two.

My social media:  https://www.facebook.com/alettasghosts/

Aletta Thorne Visits with her Hunting Upcoming Release!

Hello Aletta!  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 am a “pantser,” which is to say that I write by the seat of my pants.  I don’t plan.  I put my characters together and let them talk—and see where the conversations lead!  It’s funny how much that feels like watching something instead of creating something.  In the case of my main character Alma, I guess it’s not too surprising she’d WANT to have a handsome and courtly Colonial era gentleman haunting her apartment…but who the gentleman turned out to be and what he could and would do was quite a surprise even to me.  Bart  really is a talented fellow!
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
A lot of the ghostly stuff in this book is based on a ghost investigation that took place in my own house, which is haunted.  Well…maybe not all of it (insert bright red blush here).
Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
What I just said: I live in a haunted house.  The ghost in my writing study tossed a brass floor lamp around this time of the year a few Halloweens back.  And I wanted to write a romance with a woman chef in it because back in my twenties and thirties, I cheffed.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
Lots.  Some stuff just invents itself, but I use friends’ names, the general characters of old boyfriends, places I’ve been…The Hudson River is almost a character in this book, and it’s because I love it so much.  And all my books (I’ve written a bunch of YA under another name, but this is my first adult romance) are Hudson River Valley because I live here.  Plus—hey, if you’re writing a ghost story, there is no place spookier!

Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I had an idea for a romance about an older woman who is trying to live in a tiny house.  I’ve written a little of that.  I’m also a poet (under a different name) with third collection coming out in the spring.



BLURB:

Halloween, 1982. MTV is new, poodle perms are the rage, and life just might be getting better for Alma Kobel.  Her ugly divorce is final at last. Her new job as chef at Bright Day School’s gorgeous old estate is actually fun.  But the place is haunted—and so is Alma’s apartment. 
Bartholomew Addison Jenkins’ ghost has been invisibly watching Alma for months.  When he materializes one night, Alma discovers Bart—as he likes to be called--has talents she couldn’t have imagined…and a horrifying past. 
Can you have a one-nighter with a ghost?  And what happens if you decide one night is all you want—and end up ghosting him?  Some spirits don’t like taking “no” for an answer.
Buy links are not up yet.  We’re still COMING SOON FROM EVERNIGHT, but should be out on Friday the 27th.
EXCERPT:
“You’ll turn over the record. Oh, because you…”“I do like to keep up. Who poured you wine from the … refrigerator? Although, I don’t understand why people of your age prefer it so icy.”Alma followed Bart into the living room, still wondering why things didn’t seem odder than they were. She remembered the Casper the Friendly Ghost cartoons she’d seen as a little girl. This ghost was acting—well, perhaps a bit more flirty than friendly. He only glowed a bit as they walked through the dim hallway that connected her rooms. You can hardly even tell he’s translucent. What had he seen of her, though? She was glad her frustrating night with Sid had been at his place.As Bart bent over the turntable and flipped the record, the reading lamp by her couch highlighted the silver buttons of his coat. She curled up on the couch and put her wine glass on the glass-covered orange crate she’d turned into a coffee table. Bart sat beside her, suspiciously close. He put an arm over the back of the couch, and Alma shook her head again. That’s the old sneaky-arm trick—like a high school kid. It’s kind of cute. She pulled her legs up under herself, and they quietly listened to the music.“You’re right,” she said after a few minutes. “‘Fountains’ is really good, too. I almost never listen to that side.”Bart made a quiet harrumphing noise. Do ghosts clear their throats? Apparently so. “Dear lady,” he said. “Although I do try not to snoop, as you would say, I have indeed observed your solitude. Let me assure you, your life will soon be happier.” He slid even closer to her.Okay. Now the ghost is absolutely coming on to me. This is really happening. Oh, hell—why not? He’s not bad—for a dead guy. “Um, Bart?” she said. His eyes really were a startling color—almost bronze… “You can’t actually be…”Bart set his fingertips on her cheeks, looked into her eyes, and sighed. Then he smiled. “You think this is a ridiculous situation. It’s not ridiculous,” he said. “Not at all. Allow me to demonstrate … with your permission, m’lady.” Somehow, that was funny, and Alma giggled. “Granted.”Bart’s hands were impossibly soft and gentle—and his touch had some of the same fire-and-ice buzz that she’d felt before in the kitchen when he’d tried to get her attention. He guided her lips to his, and gave her what would have been a tiny peck—from anyone else. It shot a bolt of fire straight through her. “Oh,” she said. It took a minute to get her breath.


AUTHOR BIO
Aletta Thorne believes in ghosts.  In her non-writing life, she is a choral singer, a poet, a sometimes DJ, and a writer about things non-supernatural.  But she’s happiest in front of a glowing screen, giving voice to whoever it is that got her two cats all riled up at three AM.  Yes, her house is the oldest one on her street.  And of course, it’s quite seriously haunted (scared the ghost investigator who came to check it out).  She is named after a little girl in her family who died in the late nineteenth century, at the age of two.

My social media:  https://www.facebook.com/alettasghosts/

Beast Denied by Faye Avalon!

Hello 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) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
Beast Denied is Book #2 in the Beasts of Bodmin Moor series. I started out writing the first story as a stand-alone, but other characters kept popping in to introduce themselves and soon there were too many other hunky panther shifters demanding their own stories.

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
Bodmin Moor in Cornwall, England is an eerily enigmatic place, especially as dusk falls. For many years there have been rumors of a wild panther-like creature roaming the moor but, despite many sightings, only a few grainy images have been captured on film. An official investigation found no real evidence to confirm such a beast exists, but no evidence either that it didn’t. My imagination went into overdrive. What if the mysterious beast is actually a shape-shifter? Able to shift from human to panther? What if there were a whole pack of them, living amongst an unsuspecting human community? It was just too much fun not to explore and so Beasts of Bodmin Moor was born.
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
The first book in the series featured the leader of the local pack and his heroine was a member of the human community. With Beast Denied I wanted to explore how the dynamics would change between a hero and heroine who were both shifters. Tynan (the pack’s second in command) and Naomi have history that has impacted both their personal and professional lives, and for Tynan it has affected his very identity and purpose as a warrior of the pack. When Naomi returns to Bodmin after a decade’s absence, they are both forced to face up to their shared past whilst dealing with a threat to Naomi’s safety.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
Well, there’s always coffee and maybe a biscuit (or several) to hand, LOL. I also do a very short meditation exercise to facilitate moving from day-to-day tasks and into the realm of the imagination. The internet gets switched off and doesn’t get switched back on again until the daily word count has been reached.

Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I’ll have a rough idea of who they are, but they always, always, surprise me along the way. Exactly the way I like it.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I’m currently finishing off the first book in a new fantasy series, and I have a contemporary romance that is waiting for me to begin the second draft. Books four and five of Beasts of Bodmin Moor are also in the works.
 Thanks so much for having me on your blog!


 

Beast Denied, the second book in the Beasts of Bodmin Moor series has now been re-released by Evernight Publishing.






Embracing the future, means confronting the past.

Naomi Flynn doesn’t intend to mate or marry. Never again will she leave herself open to the manipulation she once endured. Besides, no panther male will want her anyway once they know the truth behind what happened a decade ago. She’s happy to burn up the sheets in a buddy-with-benefits arrangement, until a hankering for a three-way sexual adventure thrusts her right back into the arms of the man she can’t afford to remember.

Tynan Galloway doesn’t intend to watch the woman he wants throw herself at every male around, except him. A brutal assault might have robbed him of his destiny as a protector of the pack, but damned if Naomi is going to be another casualty of his fate. When he discovers she’s in potential danger, he challenges her to deny that he’s the one man who can protect her…unaware that Naomi is determined to prove him wrong.

This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.

Available from: Evernight / Amazon / Smashwords / Bookstrand /Barnes & Noble


“…the fast paced and smooth flowing plot captivates readers with lots of suspense, turmoil and romance… I was completely spellbound.” 4.5 Stars Night Owl Reviews


EXCERPT:

From the safety of the hotel bathroom, Naomi Flynn could hear the two men talking, discussing who would have the pleasure of fucking her first.
Leaning back against the locked door, her blood running cold in her veins, Naomi wondered what the hell she had gotten herself into. They’d seemed like regular enough guys, at least while she’d been sharing a drink with them. They’d flirted, flattered, and teased her. So much so that they’d appeared perfect for what she had in mind.
Until they’d locked the door to the hotel room, and with the gleam in their eyes came her first flicker of unease.
A couple of hours ago, Naomi had strolled into the hotel’s bar, intent on having herself one doozy of a party. She’d thought about it long and hard. Wasn’t having sex with two men every woman’s fantasy?
It had worked for her friend. Talia McLeod might now be all loved up with her new husband, their pack’s leader, but before she and Caleb became a couple, they had a triple deal going with Joshua, Caleb’s half brother, now working overseas.
Unlike Talia, Naomi had no intention of finding her true mate in this deal, but she admitted to being more than a little curious about indulging in a ménage à trois and hadn’t been able to shake the desire to try it for herself.
Living vicariously through her new friend had given Naomi a taste for adventure, and had fed her growing hunger to push through her comfort zone and see how it felt to live without constraint. Even if just for one night. The more she’d thought about it, the more she’d wanted it.
Of course, she’d chosen human men to assuage her curiosity. They would keep the whole thing from becoming too intense, too personal. With humans, there would be no complications. No possessive pack males insisting she become their mate or wanting to mark her as theirs.
Because that would never happen. It couldn’t. Not for her.
So indulging her fantasy with the aid of human men had been her only real option. But now, standing in the bathroom of a Truro hotel as the clock struck midnight, it seemed like her only option had gone belly up.
In fact, listening to the men planning what they would do to her when she hightailed it back to the bedroom had the opposite effect from making her hot and adventurous. It made her question her sanity.
With a hard swallow, Naomi hurried over to the window. She peered out and down. Two floors up, with a drop down onto concrete. <em>Shit</em>.
Had things been different, she would have shifted. In her panther state, she could make short work of those two floors and leap to safety before the men even realized she was gone. But that would never happen either. Not again. Over the years, she’d barely mourned her lost ability, and it had seemed the least of her troubles. Tonight, she longed for it.
Running a hand over her stomach, she pushed back the maudlin thoughts that nudged for attention. She needed all her wits about her to deal with her current predicament.
Perhaps she could simply go out there and tell them she had made a huge mistake, that she really wasn’t ready for this and had changed her mind. She’d apologize for leading them on, for getting them all worked up. Well, to be honest she’d gotten herself all worked up. This was what she’d wanted, what she’d planned for.
She stepped back to the mirror, smoothed down her hair. Nerves, she decided. She was simply suffering from nerves. She had never done anything like this before, which made it perfectly natural to have last-minute doubts.
“Hey, babe.”
At the thump on the door, Naomi dropped the sandals hooked over her index finger.
“You planning on joining us anytime soon?”
Naomi turned to face the door. “Just a minute.”
With trembling hands, she reached around and unzipped the short black dress she’d bought only yesterday. She let it slip down her body and pool at her feet. Turning, she glanced at herself in the mirror and saw skimpy black bra and panties, designed to send a man, or in her case, men, wild.

She stepped aside, picked up the dress, and threw it over the bathroom stool. Inhaling a long slow breath, she opened the door.


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C.E. Vescio Visits today to talk about her NEW BOOK!

Hello C. E.!  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 was talking to one of my best friends about writing a romance. I wanted to see a romance between two very different people, and I couldn’t think of anything more different than an ex-military-contractor-turned-bodyguard and a ballerina.
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
I interviewed a private military contractor, a bodyguard, a detective, and a lawyer for this book… My friend, Katie, is a ballet dancer, so it was easy to pick her brain and spend time with her.

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
Katie would tell me about her younger dancing life. The intensity, drive, and dedication it takes to be a full-time ballerina is certainly inspiring. I wanted to write about that for awhile, and then I saw the dancers of Flesh and Bone (a show on Starz) and decided to write my ideas out.

Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I plan out as many characters as possible- some get added later. I write down as much information about them as I can- even if it doesn’t make it into the story. Description is one thing, but I’ll even go as far as figuring out their favorite cereal.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I’m starting another romance, as well as polishing an urban fantasy and a sci-fi thriller.


Blurb
As the prima ballerina for a prominent San Francisco ballet company, Scarlet Rush is used to being on her toes- but after a failed kidnapping attempt, even her nimble feet aren’t enough to keep her out of reach of her rivals. Begrudgingly, she’s forced into the protective services of Alex Strong, a former private military contractor turned bodyguard. Scarlet isn’t thrilled to have Alex follow her every move, but as hidden dangers rise, she has no choice but to trust him.
Soon, Scarlet and Alex find themselves passionate partners in a dance all their own. Alex is captivated by Scarlet and knows he must protect her at all costs despite the pain of past demons still haunting him.


Buy LinksAmazon: http://a.co/afrRYz9 Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rush-by-c-e-vescioSmashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/751944

ABOUT THE AUTHOR C. E. Vescio is a jack of all trades- and mastered at least one. Her first novel,  Elegantly Wasted , touched on the demented and humorous side of a delightfully dysfunctional family. She’s a fan of writing and reading science fiction, urban fantasy, romantic suspense and contemporary fiction.C. E. is a Navy vet, professional photographer, web designer, gamer, cosplayer, and a sporadic burlesque performer. She’s from Phoenix, but lives in Las Vegas with her husband, John and three mutts. They’re expecting their first child in January of 2018.She’s passionate about typography, Shakespeare, theology, the music of Paul Simon, and Loki as portrayed by Tom Hiddleston.
Social Media LinksWEBSITE: http://fictionalchick.com/TWITTER: https://twitter.com/CaraVescioFACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/caravescio/INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/cevescio/
PINTEREST: https://www.pinterest.com/fictionalchick/en-pointe/

Zoe Mullins Visits!

Hello Zoe!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
Eighty-One Days is a novella but it actually started life off as a short story. I had developed first for an anthology. It was shortlisted but didn’t make the final cut. I was thankful for that because by then I had fallen in love with the characters. There was so much about their history that I didn’t have the chance to explore in the short story version, like Eric’s job as a forest fire fighter and why he had chosen such a high-risk profession.
Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
I grew up in Northern Ontario, Canada. It’s an area of extreme beauty but also extreme danger. Forest fires are common each summer – even when it’s not a particularly dry summer. Whether man-made or nature-made, it’s a reality that you deal with in that area, and I’ve been in awe of the men and women who battle those blazes. So that’s where the ‘spark’ of creation for this story began. And even though I always meant it as a standalone novella, I introduced the rest of Eric’s team at the end of the story and I can see coming back to them one day to explore their stories.

Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I plan my characters more than I plan the plot of the book. I want to know not only what they look like but what may have shaped their experience. How did they grow up? Were their parents together or did they split up? How did that affect them? What were they like in school? Did they have a lot of friends? What did they want to be when they grew up and were they successful or did they have to change gears along the way and how did that change them?
Because when it comes to plot I basically fly by the seat of my pants, it’s important that I know my characters and can gauge their reactions to any given situation. Not that they don’t surprise me sometimes, and when that happens, I tend to let them take the lead even if that means we go in a direction I hadn’t planned.
One of the most gratifying things I’ve heard from readers, is that my books are too short for them. They love the characters and could just keep reading and reading. It’s important to me, because I write about relationships that are a little outside the norm (menage, BDSM couples) that the while the sex is hot, there is also a fulfilling emotional dynamic that takes you into the characters.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?  
I base my locations on real places or an amalgamation of many places. I moved a lot as a youngster and soaked up a lot of details about the cities and towns that we came to. I also met a lot of people – who we’d later lose touch with, but on whom, I’m sure, I’ve based some of my characters’ mannerisms or speech patterns on. But I can swear on a bible that no one currently in my life has made it into the books and while I’d love to claim some of the experiences of my heroines, I am content to live vicariously through them.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I always have a few projects in the works. Right now I am finishing off Playing it Cool, the second novella in the Men of Steele novella series. It will be out before Christmas. And I’m working on the final edits to the first in a paranormal romance series that I’m quite excited about. 

 BLURB
Eric didn’t know Luke would be heartbroken when he left town to join a hotshot forest fire crew in Western Canada. They’d been best friends since kindergarten, had gone to school together, had bought their first car and a home together, and had shared their lovers. At some point, friendship had turned to love.
Luke didn’t expect that when he’d brought his crazy cat in for stitches that his heart that would be mended by the sassy new veterinarian. Jenna may have been new in town but she’d heard the rumors and she liked the carnal fantasies he spun for her in bed of he and his best friend sharing her.
Of course, that was before Eric’s job brought him home and back into their lives.
Jenna isn’t sure she can be what they need, but she’s not going give up without a fight. Even if that means inviting the sexy firefighter to share their bed. Surely there is enough love to go around.



EXCERPT  (rated not PG)

Luke woke to the sound of the shower and lifted his head. Jenna was still curled into his side, but Eric was gone. He heard the shower turn off as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed his boxers. By the time he made it to the bathroom door, Eric was already pulling on his track pants.
“Did you sleep at all?” he asked, running a hand back through his unruly hair.
Eric shrugged. “Enough.”
“Not nearly.” Luke hung back by the door. Now that the lustful haze of last night was over, he wasn’t sure where that left them. He knew where he wanted them to be. He sighed, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the doorframe. This had the potential to be a total clusterfuck.Eric must have realized where his thoughts were going, and his worries. “Screw it,” Eric cursed. “Get over here and kiss me good morning.”
Luke dropped his jaw in surprise but he wasted no time complying. He cupped Eric’s jaw in his hands as he kissed him. Eric deepened the kiss, their tongues colliding, as he pushed Luke against the bathroom vanity, his thighs bracketing him in place. He wrapped his arms around his waist.
He had missed this, missed Eric’s roughness. Missed the way he always had to control the encounter. 
Eric drew back a few inches to bite at Luke’s lips. “You still taste like Jenna. I like it.”
“And you taste of mint.”
“You can borrow my toothbrush,” he offered, smirking.
“Fuck you.”
“I’d rather fuck you.” Eric squeezed his ass.
“You would?” Luke swallowed hard, his cock twitching at the thought. He knew Eric had fucked other guys, but he’d never even suggested that they try. “I told Jenna we weren’t lovers.”
“I take it you were quite narrow in your definition. For her sake or yours?”
“Both. We’ve never done that.” Luke hesitated. “I wasn’t sure you wanted to.”
“Oh, I want to,” he promised.
It was a good thing the bathroom vanity was behind him because his legs went weak at the thought. 
“You can’t just say shit like that,” he complained. “You don’t know what that does to me.”
“I have a good idea.” Eric ground his hips against Luke. “But first I need coffee, maybe the whole pot, while you shower. Then the three of us need to talk. We can’t put it off. Regardless of what we did last night.”
“Go to our place. We have more food,” Luke suggested. “And I don’t think the talk will be as hard as you imagine.”
“We’ll see.” Eric didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t know Jen the way Luke did. Jen wasn’t going to back down from something just because it was difficult.



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AUTHOR BIO
A prolific writer, even in elementary school, Zoë was jotting down poems and stories whenever she had the chance - usually during math class.
After many years of working in corporate communications, Zoë decided in 2015 it was time to focus her energy on the kind of writing she loved – hot romances with strong, alpha heroes and quirky, independent heroines.

Zoë’s husband of 20+ years threw his full support behind her dream and loves to tell people his wife is a romance author. They live in Atlantic Canada with their two crazy collies. When not at her computer, you will find Zoë chasing after her muddy dogs, working in the garden or helping to renovate their money-pit of a house.
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Cover Reveal! The new LAWLESS Anthology cover!

LAWLESS Anthology
Coming November 2017




Meet the hardcore heroes of LAWLESS! They’re fearless, dangerous, big on revenge, and defiantly walk on the wrong side of the law. Although their morals may be compromised, their loyalty to that one woman is never in question.

Our twelve hand-picked novellas are dark, dirty, and will make you see bad boys in a whole new light. From bikers to hitmen, these dangerous men won’t be satisfied until they have everything they came for—until they have her. 

The King of South Side by Loralynne SummersGentleman Jackson by Nicola CameronHungry Eyes (The Covenant) by Gwendolyn CaseyVandal by Amber MorganGiven to a Killer by Sam CrescentAngel Mine by Maia DylanKiss of Death (Dark Heart) by Sandra BuninoHitman's Seduction by Olivia StarkeHitman's Angel by Elyzabeth M. VaLeyEli Logan's Return by Lila ShawTrust by Kait GambleThe Last DiLuca by Beth D. Carter
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36332617-lawless-anthology

The Last DiLuca When Michael Slade , VP of The White Death MC, learns the DiLuca Borgata has been killed in one fell swoop, he’s devastated at the loss.  His estranged wife, Normandy, had been the only daughter of Tony DiLuca, and the only woman he ever loved. Needing answers, he rides to St. Louis in hopes of finding them.
Drowning his grief at their local bar seemed like the perfect answer until he gets a phone call from Normandy, telling him she’s in hiding. He rushes to her side, reunited with the only woman who would ever own his heart.
Only they have to now dodge the bullets from whoever wants them dead. Slade must figure out who’s after Normandy before the assassin finishes the job.
(This story is set within The Forgotten Rebels MC world)

Q&A with Lea Bronsen!

Hello Lea!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…
Hi, Beth! Thank you for having me! I’m excited to be here and talk about my new release, the dark Viking romance Torn Avenger.
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
What makes this book special for me is that for once, I’ve written a story set in my own country, Norway, and that the characters, although fictitious, are actually my forefathers… *swoon* It gives the project a whole new emotional dimension!
Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
The cover! Lol, when I saw this premade last year, it immediately spoke to me and I had to have it, but I didn’t know what time period the story would be set in or which type of characters should be featured. It took almost a year of me looking at it every now and then and thinking, “dammit, it deserves a story!” before an idea came to mind in April and suddenly I had to write the fastest I could J
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I am generally a very ad-hoc person. As a secretary in RL, I like to think I’m structured, but the truth is I’m painfully chaotic and impulsive. When I start a new book, I’ll have a “feel” about who my main characters are and start writing scenes here and there that convey how I perceive them. Little by little, as the story idea itself takes form, I’ll find how to develop them and what they’ll need to go through and who else they’ll have to meet to get there. It’s a long, long process…
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
Since English is only my 3rdlanguage, I spend a lot of time compensating for my lack of vocabulary by using places I’ve visited, people I’ve met, or scenes I’ve witnessed in my stories. It makes the storytelling so much easier. For example, in Torn Avenger, I have personally seen (and smelled, touched…) many of the locales described in the story.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
My next release is the dark erotic crime MMMM ménage The Audition, about a young wannabe actor challenged to comply with the film producers’ dirty fantasies in order to get a movie part. It’s hot, it’s dirty, and one of the main characters is a ruthless drug lord, so there’re elements of crime and danger, too. I really hope my readers are going to like it.
Aside from that, I’ve started work on the sequel to my debut novel Wild Hearted, a gritty inner-city crime drama that came out in 2013. Let me tell ya I’m super excited about bringing my two favorite characters, Tomor, an imprisoned gang leader, and Luz, his long-lost love, back to life in a whole new psychological thriller!


Blurb for Torn Avenger:
Murder. Passion. Two worlds colliding.
As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn't meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer's death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and strict social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.
Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he's willing to accept the love of another man.
Excerpt:
After a moment, Alv looked up again and almost gasped from the erotic vision in front of him. While shaving Roeland, he’d only seen his wet, hairy chest and stomach, but the handsome man moved to a kneeling position in the basin and washed his lower body. His stunning maleness made Alv hot and bothered. They had discussed, argued, shared personal details, and apologized to each other, but now, the seriousness of their conversation faded. The sight of Roeland’s cock bathing in white foam between his legs had Alv’s own cock jolt and press painfully against his pants.
Oh, Roeland attracted him on several levels—mental, emotional, and physical—and Alv longed to discover and develop more of everything with him. Hedin was an exciting lover, but nothing like what Roeland had the potential to be.
Speaking of Hedin, it’d been a surprise to see him again this morning, right after Elke left. He’d arrived in a terrible mood and refused to excuse his disappearance act. It was outrageous of a slave to come and go like that, but Alv had too much on his mind to think of punishing him.
For one, he worried about Roeland’s future. He’d inherited part of Father’s wealth, but not his title. After returning to Eðni, he’d claimed to be the only one who could decide of what to do with his brother’s murderer, but it wasn’t true. He had no standing, no support from his fellow citizens. They could choose to kill Roeland if they wanted to—all it took was a word from Mother. It made her idea to have Alv marry Elke and adopt the community’s natural heir that much more important to push through.
“There’s something we need to talk about,” he said, hoping Roeland wouldn’t oppose to the plan.
“What?”
“Normally, I would ask you, but since you’re not in a position to make decisions, I’m just going to tell you.”
“About what?” Roeland frowned.
“I’m marrying your sister.”
Roeland stood so fast in the basin, water splashed to all sides. He stepped out and leaned into Alv’s face. “Don’t you dare to touch her!”
“But I’m not…”
“Hasn’t she suffered enough?” Roeland bellowed, his dark eyes slit with anger.
By Thor, he was insanely sexy, standing naked and wet, so near Alv could feel his damp bodily heat, water drippling from his hair and rolling alongside his tanned, chiseled cheeks. Alv couldn’t help hardening more, and needed to focus on the words that came out of Roeland’s luscious mouth to be able to answer. “She has already accepted.”


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Author info:
Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and dark erotic romance.

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A Chat with Katherine Wyvern on her New Gender-Fluid Romance!

Hello Katherine!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you. 
No, thank you for having me here! It’s lovely to have a chance to blather some more about this book, which I love passionately!
So tell me…
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
Well, it was a bit of gradual process. It really all started with Julia/n, this truly gender-fluid cross-dresser with a wonderful ability to switch between female and male identity. I spent some months dreaming up Julia/n and wondering what story could be written about him/her, and then out of the blue I inherited this pair of lovely high heeled boots from a dear friend who died. These boots were really the catalyst for the plot to take off. The other character in the story, Nina is this girl who really has trouble “being a girl”,  due to a past of bullying and abuse, but these lovely boots are tempting her to get out of her darkness, and express her feminine side… Nina does not know where to start, and that is where Julia/n steps in. For most girls, being a woman is something you learn organically from a very young age, but for these two characters it is something that they learned from scratch, and have to practice diligently … hoping to get it right, more or less.
Q) Woman as a Foreign Language sounds like such a fascinating story. What drew you to write this book?
I have always been fascinated by gender-variant characters, I suppose. There was one in Black Carnival, my debut novel, although that was a completely different story (very fetish-y!). And there was one planned for Spellbreakers, but s/he didn’t make it into the novel because it was already so damn long and rife with secondary characters!
Julia/n really exploded in my dreams after watching “The Danish Girl” (ok, I have a bit of a thing for Eddie Redmayne, lol), but in the end it was based on several different sources. Nina, and her struggle with her past, is a profoundly autobiographic character. So this story became a cathartic process for me.
Q) What type of research did you undertake to write in an authentic voice?
This is an interesting question, because the story is really written in two different voices (as far as I could!). Nina’s side of the story is written in present tense and first person. It was not really a conscious decision. The first few paragraphs of the book started out as a page of my diary, not really as a story, and then the style stuck. I had meant to convert it to a more conventional POV, but, no, I just couldn’t. She is a bit of a scared animal, looking out on the world from out of her armor, ready to run or hide, so this very “in the moment” voice was just right for her.
Constructing Julia/n’s voice was a much more calculated process, partly because really I had to do a lot of research on the mechanics of cross-dressing and all that goes with it, so it produced a somewhat less instinctive and more literary narrative (which fits the character in several ways, since s/he’s a professor of English literature!). I spent about three months or more reading tons of articles, blogs and forum posts by cross-dressers and transwomen and talking with some wonderfully generous persons who shared their experiences (often in very intimate detail, bless them!) before I felt comfortable tackling Julia/n, and even then I preferred to remain in a deep-third point of view for her, which gave me a little more emotional wiggle-space. I would have felt a fraud writing her in first person POV.
This discrepancy in tense and POV is an unusual arrangement in romance books, but I think (and so did my editor, luckily!) that it suits this particular story very well. And I don’t see why romance authors should not try a more experimental prose from time to time! J
Q) Did you plan all your characters out before you started this story or did they develop as you wrote?
In essence they were pretty clear-cut from the start, not so much by conscious planning as from, shall I say, sudden revelation! But of course much fleshing out occurred along the way, especially for Julia/n.
Another major change that occurred in mid writing was the decision to include Nina’s mother and extended family in the story. Originally Nina’s history of psychological abuse was to be carried just by her memories, but then I realized that it made for a lot of telling, and that if I had the family IN the story, I could show a lot more, and also have a villain that I could write from personal experience! Although Nina’s mom is not my mom, she is a bit of a sum of many different people in my background. Shudder!

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
I listen to a lot of music (it really helps me to slip into a different world), and often try out dialogues aloud (something that must be pretty mind boggling to accidental witnesses). And I generally reread some of what I have written before starting to write. That really helps me to get back in the voice of the characters and the flow of the narrative. Each character usually has a “totem scene” that somehow catches his or essence for me, and it’s my key to get back under their skin. For Nina, it was the very beginning of the story, where she is daydreaming about Julia. For Julia/n it was this very humorous scene where he goes to work, all distracted by thoughts of Nina, and ends up in the wrong classroom.
Once I start typing I am usually pretty instinctive though, I let the characters do their thing and see where it leads.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?
There are two or three stories that I have started already that are vying for attention, but I think the winner is this contemporary, slightly paranormal book called “The Very Select Au-Pair Agency”. This may end up being split in two related short stories, since it is really two interwoven tales about two widowed fathers finding love in two “very special” (read: slightly witchy!) nannies.
And I have this story which is a bit of a dark twist on the ubiquitous shifter-theme.And a fantasy story based in the region of France where I live … and one with dragons…So many ideas, so little time!


BLURB
What do you do when the woman you want to be … is a man?
Nina’s abusive childhood left her feeling so vulnerable when wearing anything flimsier than combat boots that she has spent her whole adult life dressed like a gang boy. But when she meets the tall, glamourous, charismatic Julia (actually her cross-dressing neighbor, Julian, going out en femme), Nina is seized by an overwhelming and terrifying urge to finally express her own femininity.
Julia/n has not only a slightly split personality but also a thoroughly broken heart. What s/he wants most is a partner who will love both Julia and Julian. While Nina learns from Julia how to be a woman, Julian discovers that they might well be made for each other, but it will take a struggle against prejudice and a whole conservative mind-set before they can follow their hearts, and express their true, unique, and beautiful selves.

EXERPT
“Well, are we going out this evening or what?” asked Julia, seeing Nina sitting down still naked on the bed.“Oh, it will take me two minutes to get ready,” said Nina, smiling up at her. “I am not such a woman as you,” she added, grinning impishly.“Oh, indeed?” said Julia, and pinched her nose in passing, then went to the wardrobe to fish out some stockings, a pocket bra and breast forms. Boobs were invariably the first thing. She liked her body well enough, as a man or a woman, except for that flat chest. A girl should have tits, and a boy should have some muscle at least, but somehow, she had failed to achieve either. The sweet, soft, bouncy weight of the breast forms immediately made her feel better about herself. Stockings were always the next thing. Her legs were as smooth as silk in any case, but the sleek feel of stockings on them was almost an aphrodisiac. Time was, long ago, when she was much, much younger, when just wearing a pair of stockings would give her a hard-on. She was not such a green horn anymore, luckily, because the last thing she needed right now was an erection.She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and pulled on her gaff half the way. She gently maneuvered her testicles back up to where they were before they dropped (if only they had stayed there, she thought despondently, and not for the first time), then gave her empty scrotum a slight twist and pushed it down and back towards her buttocks. She was on the point of tucking her penis down and under the same way (if she laid them side by side, they looked every bit like labia through her gaff … et voilà, instant pussy… more or less), when she caught sight of Nina’s eyes. Nina was still sitting on the bed, still naked, and gazing at her with those gorgeous gipsy eyes, studying everything Julia did and every inch of her body. Julia threw a look at her own lean, white figure in the mirror. She was standing with a hand between her legs and her gaff askew, half way between her knees and her hips, which felt somewhat less than graceful and dignified, and she wondered what Nina was seeing that was so entrancing. “What?” she asked, smiling. “Nothing. I did wonder where they went, when … you know.”Julia grinned. “They don’t go very far, worry not.”Nina stretched herself long, like a happy cat, still gazing hungrily at her, eating her with her eyes. And suddenly Julia stiffened. “Oh dear,” she said.“What?” asked Nina, in a somewhat comical echo of what Julia had said less than a minute earlier.“Er … ahem. Stop looking at me. Just don’t. I can’t tuck it with a hard-on!”Nina covered her face with her hands, vainly trying to suppress a fit of laughter. “I didn’t do anything. I didn’t!”Julia was laughing too by now. It was hopeless. She let the whole lot hang out again and took two short steps to the bed (the gaff half-way up made it impossible to step out properly). She kneeled on the bed and started tickling Nina’s feet, the back of her knees and her sides.“I didn’t do anything, I didn’t,” Nina repeated, between peals of laughter.“Ah, but you were thinking, don’t deny that you were thinking.”“Ok, ok, maybe I was, a little bit, please stop, stop, please!” Nina turned on her side, and curled up in a tight ball, still shaking with laughter. Julia stopped tickling her and pushed her on her belly, wiggled out of the gaff, then straddled Nina’s small buttocks and leaned down to nuzzle her neck and the back of her head.“What were you thinking, you imp? Mh? What were you thinking?” She bit gently into Nina’s earlobe and kissed her cheek. Nina smiled beatifically. “That you are an elf, an angel, a goddess.”“A female-female she-goddess? Really, with all this embarrassment hanging out all over the place like this?” She let her cock and her smooth, smooth balls brush Nina’s buttocks, smiled and kissed her again.“Always. You will always be a goddess to me,” murmured Nina, drinking in the kisses, her eyes closed. Her hand searched for Julia’s hand, their fingers wove together of their own accord, and Nina drew the hand closer to kiss Julia’s fingertips one by one, adoringly. Julia smiled and pressed her breasts down on Nina’s back, rubbing them gently on her shoulder blades.She kissed Nina again and again, on her temple, cheek, eyelid, nose, the corner of her mouth. She was so precious. Sleek, small-boned, but fierce and sharp, like a bird of prey, hooded and caged, but never quite tamed. And I have set you free, and you chose to fly to me.“I love you. Darling,” she whispered in her ear, in her huskiest, deepest voice, and Nina shuddered all over while her spine gave a twist, as Julia knew it would. Nina turned under her, to hug her and draw her body down. Julia moved her knees within Nina’s legs, and just like that, without any difficulty, her untimely erection found a place to go. So wet. How can you become so wet just by looking at me? What do you see that nobody else ever saw? What do you see that even I don’t see? Julia sank her face in Nina’s neck, to kiss her, bite her, whisper in her ear, yes, oh yes, whisper and murmur and cajole, until my voice will make you melt, my love, my love, my love.

You can also find an exclusive excerpt on my website, here:http://meetingivory.wixsite.com/katherinewyvern/copy-of-woman-as-a-foreign-languageAnd of course you can download the beginning of the story for free from Amazon!

Buy links, excerpts and samples:
Woman as a Foreign Language at Evernight:http://www.evernightpublishing.com/woman-as-a-foreign-language-by-katherin-wyvern/
Woman as a Foreign Language on Amazon.com:https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075RR8K1S/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1505902876&sr=8-1&keywords=woman+as+a+foreign+language
See what Katherine is up to on:
Katherine’s Blog: https://katherinewyvern.blogspot.fr/
Katherine’s Website: http://meetingivory.wixsite.com/katherinewyvern
Katherine’s Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/Katherine-Wyvern-Author-122569301260917/

A Chat with Elizbeth Monvey!

Hello Elizabeth!  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 used to travel with my parents every summer from the mid-west to the east coast, and we'd drive through some of the most beautiful country in America. For days, I'd watch the tractor trailers drive by, see the truckers in the truck stops, and how they'd bunk down in their rigs.  I never thought it was glamorous, but I did think it was an interesting life.  And a lonely one. One day the character of Kyle, running from his past, came to me and how it would be a normal way to turn to the the big trucks to escape something.
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
 Yes, this was a previously published book under my real name, which I've decided to separate from my Male/Male romance stories.  Although it was previously published, when I got the rights back, I did an extensive overhaul of the story and tightened it. Almost five thousand extra words were added, so I consider this a complete rewrite.
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
No, I don't. I usually write as the story comes to me.  I may do some chapter outlines, so I know where to put what, but that's about as much plotting as I do.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
I tend to place my stories in cities or places I know, so I'm able to put as much detail about the background as possible. I think it adds a believable layer to the story.

Q) What are your upcoming projects? 
Truthfully, I'm not sure.  I had a goal this year that I've met, by releasing this story and the sequel to "Dark Rider" titled "Dark Journey", and with those two met, I'm going to clear my mind and see what male/male romances I want to write.  I loved writing the "My Boyfriend Is..." series, so I might write a few more of those, or maybe start another Romance on the Go series.  Whatever it is, I'm excited to see where my imagination takes me.

Run So Far Blurb
When Kyle stumbles into a truck stop diner, he just wants a bit of time to try to remember the weekend that had changed his life. When Delaney Vance invites him to travel with him across the US, Kyle thinks it’s the perfect opportunity to relax and find his memories.  As the two men start to get comfortable with each other, unexpected emotions start to develop on both sides. 
Delis a man trying to forget the past and he’s done a pretty good job of it away from people, trucking for a living and forgoing personal relationships.  But all of that changes as Kyle worms his way into Del’s heart.
The past is about to catch up with both of them.  With Kyle’s memories come a difficult and scary decision to make…ruin his family or hide the truth.  Can Del help him navigate a future when he himself can’t shake the ghosts of his own past?


Excerpt
All through Del’s nightly ablution, Kyle feigned sleep, catching only glimpses through half-opened eyes of wet, tanned skin. When he climbed up to his bed wearing only low riding flannel pants, he revealed a heavily muscled chest and arms with a smattering of hair that tapered down and disappeared into the waistband. Several tattoos decorated his biceps and back, mostly military in design. Was it wrong to lust after a man he’d just met? Kyle had met lots of men he’d been instantly attracted to, but the impact Delaney Vance had on his senses was unlike anything he’d felt before. It made him hesitate, however, because he wasn’t sure if it was simply the situation that made the allure all that more potent. Still, he seemed to be in a constant state of arousal around Del and if he’d been alone, he would’ve taken his dick in hand and eased the pressure from his lustful thoughts.So instead of focusing on Del’s magnetism, he tried to steer his thought back to the problem that had landed him here. Once again, he tried to concentrate on the events that happened last weekend, going step by step through the time line. Somewhere along the way the fog had to clear so he could remember every detail and sent a silent curse to his cousin, Brian, for placing him in the situation in the first place. Had he known what Brian was up to that night he never would have tagged along. Of course, had he known what was going to happen, he would never have snapped the picture.But he had and he did.Kyle rolled over onto his side. He wished the night would last forever. Simply hide in Del’s rig and forget the outside world. Forget his family. Forget the picture in his camera. What could he do now? What should he do?He could never go to the police back home because he couldn’t trust the police in Baltimore. But if he went to the police in Richmond, would they have jurisdiction rights? Did murder trump state lines?



<<<Where to Buy>>>
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/run-so-far-by-elizabeth-monvey/
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Run-So-Far-Elizabeth-Monvey-ebook/dp/B075FG77SD/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1505068480&sr=8-1&keywords=elizabeth+monvey

Casey Moss Visits with her New Otherworldly MC Series!

Hello Casey!  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. Transcending Fire is the first story in the New World Bikers series. This series follows the lives of people from different biker clans in a dystopian society on Earth and in alternate realms, and how they deal with life and love.
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?This story took over two years to make it out into the world. I’d written it back in 2015, and while it tried to find a home, I continued to work on it and it went from about 34K words up to the 55K+ word book it is now.
Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?I’d written the original version for a specific line (regarding fairy tales) at another publisher. Just as I was ready to submit the book, they closed that line. :( I was bummed, but it gave me a chance to tweak the story and add more to it.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I have the next two books for the New World Bikers series outlined, so I’m working on them. Under my C.R. name, I’m working on a time travel story, and since I’ve just gotten rights back on four short stories, I’ll be tweaking them and making them into contemporary westerns like the others I have out.


Hello! It’s been quite some time since I’ve had a release, and now I can say all that’s changed. A big thank you to my host for allowing me to visit today and share my story Transcending Fire. This erotic, futuristic, dystopian story based around different motorcycle gangs has had quite a journey to get to this point. Perhaps one day I’ll share the two-plus-year jaunt this story went through to find a home. Luckily, it finally has. Even with all the trials it went through, I still love this story. It’s one of my favorites that I’ve written, and one that I didn’t get tired of during the editing process either. Yay!A man dealing with an Earth in chaos. A woman from an alternate universe hoping to find her destiny. Two motorcycle gangs and a real bad ass who wants to ruin everything. What’s not to like?



BLURB
 Hunter Macario wants one thing—a place to belong. When given an opportunity to solidify his position in the motorcycle club, Devil’s Thunder, he takes it.
Dragon’s Clan member, Safaia King, believes she’s found the man from her people’s legend and her dreams. She has one goal, even if he’s in a rival club—to make Hunter hers and keep him safe so he can fulfill their destiny.
After Hunter makes a huge mistake, he’s sent to where Safaia lives—an alternate universe called The Den. In this new world, sex, battles, and secrets abound. Hunter must survive The Den to right some wrongs or else he could lose everything he’s ever gained, including his home and Safaia’s love.
ADULT EXCERPT
A wicked glint lit her eyes, and a playful grin spread across her face. She smoothed a hand down his hard chest. “I love the definition of your muscles, Hunter, how they shudder beneath my fingers when I touch you.” Inch by inch, she continued sliding her hand down his torso. She moved her hand between his skivvies and skin. Saf circled his cock and stroked him in time with the motions of his fingers within her. Desire pulsed through his body, setting it aflame. She pressed her face against his chest and playfully bit his pectoral as she rode his hand.
Adrenaline and arousal increased his breathing rate, and a warm buzz raced through him. The pull between them seemed so intense, undeniable, as if they had to be together or perish. He felt like one of the club’s customers addicted to black chip and needing a fix before he went crazy with want. And his drug of choice?
Safaia. Always and forever Safaia.
He wanted to eat her up. “I want to taste you. Lick up your juices and have you squirm beneath my face.” Hunter yanked down her jeans and repositioned her until her ass was at the edge of the boulder.
Sinking to his knees, he placed himself between her legs. Looking forward to tasting her sweetness and feel her softness after facing the harsh realities of his life, he traced a line of gentle kisses along her inner thigh from her knee to her pussy and then fastened his mouth on the sensitive folds between her legs. When he dipped his tongue into her canal, she shifted her butt to allow him better access. He reached up and snaked his rough hands under her shirt, concerned only for a moment whether she enjoyed or loathed the coarse touch of his dry, work-worn skin. She moved the cloth and her bra out of the way.
Seems she doesn’t mind.
Pushing away all his thoughts and focusing on her—his carnal treasure—Hunter kneaded her tits while he teased her clit. He loved the taste and scent of her musky flesh and lapped up her essence as he said he would.
She grasped his head, weaving her fingers in his hair. “Oh, great Universe. This is. This is.” She panted and grappled with his locks as a low, deep moan rolled from her throat. “I think I’m going to come.”
The first night they’d met, their lovemaking had been hot and fast, more wham bam thank you than let’s linger and relish this. This time, though, he wanted to savor her, make her feel all sorts of naughty pleasure as he took his own.
Saf bucked and tried to scooch away, but he grabbed her hips and kept her from moving away from him. Unrelenting, he tongue fucked her. She struggled and wriggled, but he continued his assault, plunging his tongue in and out of her, licking up her wetness, and nipping at her clit. Safaia pressed the back of his head and lifted her ass. Spasms racked her body. She cried out his name.
Bringing her to orgasm thrilled him, but his selfish streak came forward. He wanted to enjoy her and feel his own pleasure, so he rose, stepped back, and removed his jeans.



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BIO ~ Casey Moss
Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…
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