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Q&A with Annie Harland Creek on her new Release!

Hello Annie!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…
Thanks for having me Beth.
Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?            This is part two of the Blood brothers series but both are stand-alone books. Kiss of death introduces Derrick and his brother. Both are vampires but they are very different in personality.
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
David, the protagonist in book two, tried to take over book one so I had to promise him his own. LOL.
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
When I’m writing love scenes, I play soft music and light scented candles. For fight scenes, I burn incense and play themes from horror movies.
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I’m what they call in Australia, a pantser. I sit down at the computer and the scenes play out in my head.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’m madly trying to finish book three in the series which will re-introduce a couple of the secondary characters from one and two. Unfortunately, book four keeps interrupting. The characters in this story will be very different to anything else I’ve written. I may need to flitter between the two.

BLURB
The Art of Seduction
Meaghan Lamb has a mission. She plans to use her undercover assignment in the local University to prove, once and for all, that she has what it takes to make a great detective. But when her class is assigned a very hot nude model/artist, her plans turn pear-shaped. As her suspicions about him grow, so does her attraction but how can she allow herself to fall for a man who could be a cold-blooded killer?
David Corel has seen his paintings come to life in the form of a beautiful, blonde art student who seems unable to look at him without blushing. But, is she really as pure and innocent as she seems? Or could she be the campus killer?

EXCERPT

“No, no, no.” David protested as he came up behind her and took the brush from her hand. “For a start, this is the wrong brush.” He exchanged the bristle for a sable brush and delicately dabbed it onto the palette. “Think of your brush as a tool.” He said as he put the brush in her hand and held her hand to the canvas. She could feel the hard muscles of his chest on her shoulders as he leaned over her, moving her hand like a marionette. Together they stroked the canvas. “When you hold the tool, I want you to make slow, seductive movements like this…” he demonstrated downward movements, “the oil makes the paint slide easily, making your brush strokes more fluid.” It took Meaghan only a few seconds to realise his double entendre. “Control the tool. Move your hand slowly up and down, adding linseed oil when your movements begin to catch. Ah, that’s good.” He pressed against her, his erection rubbing against the small of her back as he continued his play on words. “The tip is very sensitive. Use a featherlike touch for optimum effect. Pay careful attention to the reactions of the canvas. You will sense when to add oil and when you should apply more pressure. That’s very nice. You’re doing well…keep up the pressure…yes, yes…that’s it.” She heard his low, quiet groan and she gasped in response. “As the pressure builds, move faster, faster Meaghan…oh, that feels good doesn’t it.” His voice breathless, ragged as he moved her hand furiously over the canvas. “Faster…until you can sense that the canvas is at the point where it can take no more, then… add a bit more for good measure.” David stopped abruptly. The painting finished. Meaghan could hardly believe what they had created in such a short amount of time. She stood admiring the work. Her body exhausted as though she had been put through a wringer. Damp heat soaked her dress. She shuddered when David asked her. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”
BUY LINKhttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B0741CTQ43/...

AUTHOR INFOAnnie lives on the NSW Central Coast (Australia) with her very supporting husband and two of her grown children. She loves spending time with her granddaughters who live with their parents within walking distance of Nannie and keep her on her toes.
As a former Shotokan Karate Instructor, she loves to write about strong women who prefer to fight their own battles. Her family shares a love of weapons, the nastier the better, but her home is also filled to the brim with books. Raised to enjoy reading and learning about the supernatural, it seemed logical to eventually write her own stories. After completed University, graduating with a BA in English and Ancient History, she entered and won a short story writing competition which gave her the confidence to submit her work to publishers. Her vivid imagination ensures that she will continue writing for many years to come.
Annieharlandcreek@gmail.comhttp://www.annieharlandcreek.com/www.facebook.com/AnnieHarlandCreek http://www.evernightpublishing.com/annie-harland-creek/

Q&A with Lynda J. Cox on her new Release!

Hello Lynda!  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?
            West of Forgotten was written many, many moons ago, but I was never ready to let them go into the world. It’s actually the fourth book I’ve published. Harrison and Rachel played recurring roles in the first three books I’ve published and from the small parts they had, it was apparent that Rachel was the one Harrison deferred to most of the time. I knew when I wrote their story, she had to be as strong as they came, and Harrison had to be as strong in his ability to adjust to her. She’s been damaged and if he wasn’t so adept in reading her, the dynamics would have been a lot different. The dynamics were very different in the very first version of this book.

Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
            Technically, no, it’s not part of a series, though so far all of my books are set in the same small town of Federal, Wyoming. Federal was an actual town at one time, though now it’s barely a wide spot on a spur of the Burlington/Northern Railroad Line.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
            I’ve never lived in Wyoming (at least in this lifetime), but Rachel’s intense sense of homesickness when her father sent her away to boarding and finishing schools came from my own sense of being homesick for that place. Rachel always packed some sagebrush in her trunks so she could smell the dried sage when she was banished back East. Every year, when we are on vacation in Wyoming, I cut several sage bundles to take back to Indiana for the same reason. Rachel always had a small piece of white quartzite in her trunks as well. I have a small piece of that white quartzite from the Medicine Bow Mountains on my desk, a piece on my night stand, a piece on the dashboard of my vehicle, and a piece in my purse.

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
            West of Forgotten started with a dream I had. (No joke.) I couldn’t remember much of it, except for one small scene that kept playing in my head. I saw this young woman in an 1870s mourning dress, backed up to a piano and this man standing in front of her. I started asking myself who she was, why she was afraid and why he was trying so hard to allay her fears. It grew from that one scene.

Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
            I’m a pantster when I write—BUT, I have to know every minute detail about my characters before I start writing. I use a character questionnaire for the main characters and it’s fairly in depth: level of education, phobias, strengths, biggest regret, siblings (if any), greatest ambitions—those sort of things, along with physical characteristics.

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

            I write historical, so I’m rather limited in tweaking historical facts. However, that real life also influences what I write. And, sometimes, a real historical figure finds his or her way into my books. Who knew U.S. Grant didn’t like to lose at poker? 
West of Forgotten blurb:
Banished from civilization to the Wyoming Territory, U.S. Marshal Harrison Taylor holds a deed to half the Lazy L. He isn’t sure why his beautiful new partner, Rachel Leonard, doesn’t trust him. He has to convince her he is nothing like the man who abused her and must earn her trust before the escalating attacks at the Lazy L turn deadly.For six years, Rachel has worked to repair a shattered life. Caring for her son and invalid father leaves little time to keep the Lazy L profitable. She doesn’t want a business partner simply because her father gambled away half of her beloved ranch and most certainly doesn’t desire a husband. Unfortunately, she’s stuck with the former and can’t trust Harrison as the latter. Unless she can learn to trust Harrison, everything and everyone Rachel loves will be lost.
West of Forgotten excerpt:
A light breeze rustled over the sage and the summer-yellowed grasses. The scent of rain carried on the air. Somewhere in the darkness, in a high-pitched voice, a distant coyote’s shrill yap and trill was joined with another voice. One of the two horses snorted. From the far south-west came a muted, low, long growl of rumbling thunder. She looked to the horizon. Towering thunderheads were illuminated from within in shades of white and purple and blue as the lightning danced in their heights. “Is it going to rain again tonight?”Rachel continued to watch the play of light in the depths of the clouds. She tried to puzzle out why Harrison was engaging in trivial small talk. Perhaps he was on the same uncertain footing she was about their marriage, about Sam’s sudden death, even what it was married couples talked about. “I don’t think so. I think that one is going to miss us. We might get a few drops, but it will rain out before it gets here.”“Joshua asleep?”She nodded. “I suppose we should discuss sleeping arrangements.” Just saying those words twisted her stomach with painful knots. “My father’s old room on the second floor hasn’t been used since his accident.” She had to stop thinking of that room as her father’s. It hadn’t been Sam’s room since the day she had found him nearly crushed under the rubble of the mine collapse. There had been no manner to navigate him up and down the stairs.“We don’t have to discuss anything permanent tonight.” The chair creaked with his shifting weight. He rose from the chair and set his coffee cup on the porch railing, then crossed the distance to her. Without a word, he took her hand and pulled her closer to him. He looked down into her face. “I can continue to sleep on the chesterfield for a few more nights. Not that it would be my first choice…” His voice trailed off. “I will need to air the room out, change the bed linens, and dust in there, but it would be senseless for you to continue to sleep in the parlor.” She freed her hand and walked a few paces away. She was talking nonsense, hoping to quell her unease. Even the most hastily arranged marriage had a wedding night. Yet he had agreed that for now, they would have a marriage in name only. Harrison’s boot heels echoed on the porch floor. She startled when his hands came to rest on her shoulders. “You’re terrified,” he said.“What makes you think that?” She couldn’t make herself look at him. The knots in her stomach drew tighter, making breathing naturally more difficult, and forcing her heart to race. He drew his hands down her arms and back to her shoulders. “Let’s start with how stiff your spine is. Or that your voice is shaking. Every time I’ve touched you, you’ve either frozen or you panic.” His breath whispered across the nape of her neck and ruffled the tendrils escaping her severe chignon. He turned her to him and caught her chin on the back of his hand, tilting her head up. “I made a promise, Rachel, and I will not break my word. You have to change the terms of our marriage.”She forced herself to draw a deep breath when his arms wrapped around her waist and he exerted gentle pressure to bring her against his chest. He enveloped her within his embrace and this time there wasn’t panic or the desperate need to break free hammering in her. Rachel allowed herself to relax.His cheek pressed into her crown. A self-depreciating laugh broke from him, and she admitted she liked how that sound rumbled in the depths of his chest. “I really should have my head examined for agreeing to all of that.”His arms tightened around her. She forced herself to remain within the circle of his arms, the side of her face against him. He must have sensed her sudden unease as he loosened his hold.“You are an interesting woman. Beautiful, fascinating, and so full of contradictions.” He levered back from her and lifted his hand to cradle the side of her face, the pad of his thumb feathering along the slope of her cheek. “A seemingly very strong woman and yet terrified of a kiss.”Rachel’s mouth was dry and she couldn’t pry her tongue from the roof of her mouth. Her limbs trembled. Surely he had to hear how fiercely her heart was pounding, so loudly she heard it echoing in her ears. His voice deepened, grew quieter until it was almost a whisper and she fought the urge to close her eyes and let the warmth in his voice wash fully over her. “A woman with a child but so frightened of intimacy.” He leaned even closer to her, his mouth almost on hers, yet not touching her except where his warm palm held her face. In the darkness, she could just make out his features. Her hands slid up his chest and she didn’t know if it was to push him away or pull him closer. She was aware her breathing was shallow and she held her breath when he brushed the pad of his thumb against her lower lip. “You have a mouth made for kissing, my beautiful wife, but I’m not going to kiss you. Not until you ask me. And, I promise, when that time comes, you’ll be asking me to do a whole lot more than just kiss you.”He straightened and released her, moving away in the same fluid motion. His long strides carried him to the house, up the steps, and then through the door. Rachel sagged, pulling in a ragged, deep breath. A strange ache filled her lower belly, not painful but entirely confusing for its origin. She ran her tongue over her dry lips, staring into the night. She twisted her head to the house. Part of her wanted to know if this time would be different. Fear of discovering that it wouldn’t be kept her feet frozen, unable to move forward.
 Buy links:
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Q&A with Faye Hall

Hello Faye!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me again!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
Phoebe Porter, the heroine of Amorous Redemption, is based on the stories I was told of my great grandmother.  Both women share the surname of Porter, but are also very strong women willing to defy society’s rules to survive.  Duncan MacAllester, the hero and bounty hunter sent in search of Phoebe, was a character that developed along the way.  I had originally thought to base him on my great grandfather but he ended up being an even stronger character, one willing to risk everything for the woman he loved.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
An interesting fact about Amorous Redemption is the cattle station mentioned throughout – Inkerman Downs Station – was in fact owned and run by my great grandmother’s family.  There last name was Porter.  Until recently it still remained in the family.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
I find music always helps get the ideas flowing and makes things easier to start writing.
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I usually have a notepad with basic outline of characters in it – eye color, hair and so on.  There personalities for the most part though grow as the book does.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
Every book I have written always has a few real life things in it.  Sometimes it’s just the names of some of the characters.  Other times its actual occupations of people from mine, or my husbands, family tree.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have signed a contract for a book titled Heart of Stone.  I’m waiting for a cover and edits at the moment, but in short it tells the struggles of an Australian slave trader who falls in love with an Irish slave.

BLURB
Phoebe Porter had run away from her family…from her fiancé…from her life.
Upon arriving in the dusty mining town of Ravenswood, Queensland, Australia, Phoebe was certain she was finally safe from all who wanted to rob her of everything she had…including her life.  That was until she felt herself being swept up in the strong arms of a stranger…a stranger she would soon be surrendering her body and heart too.
This was to be the last job for bounty hunter, Duncan MacAllester.  All he had to do was retrieve Phoebe Porter from Ravenswood and return her to her home of Inkerman Downs Station and to the fiancé awaiting her.  If he could survive this last hunt for this woman then he would finally have the money he needed to reclaim his cattle station and retrieve his life.When Duncan pulled Phoebe safely from the midst of a bar brawl, never could he have imagined this would be the beginning of one of the most dangerous journeys he had ever made…or the most passionate.
Together Duncan and Phoebe must face not only the unforgiving humidity of the North Queensland outback, but also the men that were sent after them to kill them both. When Phoebe is ripped from his grasp by the abusive hands of her fiancé, Duncan follows her back to her hometown knowing that he would do anything to protect this woman…even if it cost him his life.


EXCERPTDuncan turned to her, obviously annoyed by her continued stubbornness.  “Damn it, Phoebe.  There are far worse men out there your family could send after you than me.”“I don’t care,” she replied sternly.  “Either you keep me safe away from what awaits me at Inkerman Downs Station or I shall find a man who can.”Phoebe stood firm watching as Duncan approached her, his steps measured.  “Have you any idea how dangerous it is for a woman such as yourself out here in the Australian bush?” Duncan asked her.  “We are miles away from civilization, and practically rubbing shoulders with creatures that either want to kill you or eat you.”“I don’t care,” Phoebe said, her stubbornness continuing.  “I won’t go back there.”“But why?” Duncan asked.  “I don’t understand your continued resistance.”Phoebe felt her restraint crumbling under his continual questioning.  She wanted to appear only a figure of strength before this man, but Phoebe knew her fear would be her weakness.“Have you any idea what it is like to live in fear each day not knowing what your family has planned for you?” Phoebe asked him, spitting the words at him like poison.  “Have you any idea what it is like being afraid of every man you meet, wondering if this is the man your family has sold you to?”Phoebe took a steadying breath, feeling her tears threatening, knowing she had to reign back in some of her control.“I won’t go back, Duncan...not to my family nor to Gordon.  I will not go back to be the wife of some monster to be beaten and raped and treated little better than the scum on the bottom of his boot!”“But I don’t understand,” Duncan asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.  “If you were my fiancé-”“But I am not your fiancé!” Phoebe yelled back at him.  “I am nothing more than your redemption!”“My redemption?” Duncan asked.Watching as Duncan’s face filled with clear annoyance at her choice of words, Phoebe began to wonder if she should have made that last remark about their relationship over the last few days.  “My redemption?” Duncan asked again.  “You think I’ve been sleeping with you for money?”Feeling suddenly nervous at the stony cold tone in Duncan’s voice, Phoebe fidgeted with her fingers uncertainly.    “Why else would a man like you be so eager to crawl between my thighs?” Phoebe asked, her words far harsher than she had intended.“Your family paid me to return you, sweetheart!” Duncan exclaimed in an angry tone unlike any she had heard before.  “They never paid me to sleep with you!”Phoebe struggled to hold back her tears.  “My family would have paid you to do whatever you had to to get me to go back with you, Duncan...including seduce me.”Phoebe wiped a tear away from her cheek in pure frustration that she should show such weakness in front of this man.“You are no different to my fiancé,” Phoebe said angrily.  “I am nothing more to you than an exchange of goods for money.”She couldn’t understand why but Duncan appeared pained upon hearing her words.“Exchange of goods?” he asked, his words laced with more hurt then irritation now.  “You really think I was paid to seduce you?  You actually think I was paid to sleep with you...to take your purity?”Phoebe nodded silently, not trusting herself to speak.Walking up to her, Duncan stopped just inches from her, all harshness gone from his features.“It was you who walked past me at the waterhole that day as naked as the day you were born.  When I went to you, you didn’t push me away, nor did you tell me to stop.  You welcomed me with open arms, Phoebe.”Phoebe let out a steadying sigh, knowing what he said to be true.“I had little choice.  I was scared of what you might to do me should I refuse you.”Reaching his hand to behind her head, his fingers laced in her hair.  Pulling her to him, his lips embraced hers hard and painful.  Releasing her from his hold, Duncan took a single step back away from her.“Your family was paying me extra to ensure I didn’t sleep with you, Phoebe.” Duncan spat the words at her. With that Duncan turned away from her and walked back to the horse, swinging himself up into the saddle.

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Q & A with Isla Dennes on her new Release!

Hello Isla!  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?
Every writer has a different approach to this, some develop complex psychological profiles for their characters before they start to work of the MS, some are influence by people around them, but for me, once the main characters are established in the first couple of chapters, they tend to develop their own complex personalities from which the relationships and the dynamics between the other characters in the book evolve. It’s like once I develop the characters they in turn write the story. Rarely does a story follow the path I have formed in my head, but like life, the course of a story (for me anyway) is unpredictable and influenced by the journey of my character.
Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
One of my inspirations for the book was undoubtedly the savagely bitchy atmosphere that prevailed throughout my own high school years. It really was survival of the fittest. Looking back now, I wonder where those girls are now, the ones who terrorized anyone who didn’t have an inner bitch to call on in times of need. Some of those anonymous bullies play a big part in the book and I hope if my readers take away any message, it is nice girls do win in the end.    

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
One of the best tips I can offer, is to keep a journal and write in it every day. Writing in my journal, is for me, like a literary warm up. Stretches the brain muscles. It doesn’t matter what crap you write, as no one is ever going to read it (you hope) but it really helps to establish a routine, a habit that is making time to write every day. Once you start to pour our your frustrations, happy thoughts, anger or just what you had for breakfast down in words, the ideas just keep flowing.

Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
In writing Sex, Spoons & Salsa nothing was planned too far ahead in the story. I knew what message I wanted to relay, which in this case was a warts and all look at peer groups, bad decisions, growing up as an adult and leaving behind toxic relationships. Rather than going down the touchy feely road, I decide that brutal honesty laced with a liberal dose of comedy and more than a little “taking the piss” was going to be the voiceof my story.  

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
Oh my God, if I actually lived out all the outrageous antics of my characters, I would either be writing this from jail or in a strait jacket… But seriously, maybe is it safer to go wild on paper. Some of the scenarios in my books are from my own experiences (I will leave the guessing up to my readers)! But one part that does come to mind is Fiona’s father. My own late father, being a fully paid up, kilt wearing, bagpipe playing Scotsman, gave me plenty of fodder for the story. Although Fiona’s father is not necessarily based on my own dear Dad (no spoon collections in my house growing up!), I did borrow his accent…. And there was the time he wanted me to learn highland dancing….

Q) What are your upcoming projects?  
Well, I am really excited to announce my next book, Heavenly Pleasures, another comedy, will be released on the 7th February 2018, being the first book in the For Heaven’s Sake series.  

In Heavenly Pleasures, we meet Brooke, a self-confessed shopaholic turned reluctant brothel receptionist, as she stumbles through life, trying to live up to her parents’ and fiancé’s high expectations—at the cost of her self-esteem. Who would have thought a group of working girls would help her rediscover her inner strength and finally tackle her personal demons? But at Heavenly Pleasures, quite a lot of things are possible…

BLURB....
Thrown into salsa lessons by her therapist, Fiona stumbles her way from depression to happiness and, numerous disasters later, finally finds her rhythm again. 
As if it wasn’t bad enough to be living back home with her parents after leaving the Two-timing Lying Bastard, Fiona also finds herself socially ostracized after a drunken dancefloor disaster at the Returned Servicemen’s League disco, resulting in her father practically frog-marching her off to a psychologist. Sounds very Hollywood, right? Except, when your parents are Scottish, it goes without saying that any therapist is of the budget variety. 
As part of her plunge into the surreal world of therapy, Fiona’s instructed to have dance lessons to raise her self-esteem, in the process emptying her father’s wallet and threatening the sanctity of his prized spoon collection to foot the bill. And that’s despite Fiona’s three left feet, all of which are rhythm challenged. 
Salsa lessons, secrets and lies, a riotous bachelorette night and a disastrous wedding see Fiona’s life spiraling as wildly out of control as her salsa. With her therapist’s help, she should be able to see the truth lurking just below the surface and finally take back control once and for all—that is, unless her so-called friends have anything to do with it.
EXCERPT....
“I have nothing. No husband. No friends. No life. Nothing. I might as well be dead!” 
Through a veil of tears, I stared at the wilting rubber plant in the corner and tried to pretend I was anywhere but there. I don’t think I could have been any more mortified. I sounded like a hack Shakespearean actor. 
Crossing her arms over her matronly bosom, Margarita pushed a fresh box of tissues toward me before settling back in her chair. She didn’t appear the least bit put out by my hysterics and I wondered what it would take to get some kind of reaction from her. Talk about detached. Fifty minutes into our first session and she hadn’t even opened her mouth to impart any words of life-altering wisdom? For all I knew, she could be compiling her week’s menus and their subsequent shopping list in her head. Was it possible my father had stumbled across the only deaf-mute therapist in the country? 
“Therapy. I still can’t believe I’m here,” I mumbled tearfully. Had I not been so totally consumed by my own misery, I would have been burning up with shame. “Who goes to therapy, anyway?” I cried, ignoring the frown appearing on Margarita’s face. “I’ll tell you who—celebrities, bored middle-aged housewives, people who’ve taken to curling up in corners and sucking their thumbs. Total nutters, that’s who! Not me.” 
This had to be a mistake. I didn’t belong there. I didn’t want to belong there. I wanted to have my life back. But the very act of coming to therapy was in itself an admission I had failed at being a grown-up and was in need of rescuing. 
On the drive there, I’d made a promise to myself not to get all caught up in that whole touchy-feely crap. Sure, I might have been led dazed and blinking from the dark recesses of my room―and my mind for that matter―clutching a ratty old stuffed rabbit, my normally well-behaved shoulder-length mousy-brown hair long gone wild and my usually striking blue eyes dulled and barely recognizable. But make no mistake, I was there for one reason and one reason only, and that was to get Dad off my back and, in the process, prove to him what a complete waste of everyone’s time and money this was. Alas, once I’d settled into that arse-numbing chair―no sign of a comfy leather couch, much to my disappointment―the silence, combined with the sympathy emanating from every pore of Margarita’s round face, had triggered something in my brain—the blabbing switch. Before I could stop it, my runaway mouth had embarked on a journey of its own, climaxing in my recent outburst, still hovering in the air between us like a bad smell no one wants to acknowledge. 
God, what have I done? Unfortunately, I couldn’t take it all back now. I looked expectantly across to the Beige Linen Oracle—as she was from that moment christened—for any sign she’d come up with the magical solution for my ruined life. I’d done my bit. Surely it was up to her now to sort out this mess? But no, she merely stared back expectantly. 
Waiting for exactly what, I wondered? A complete mental breakdown? By this time, I was little alarmed. Am I a lost cause? Maybe I really was losing my mind. Great, this is all I need. If it wasn’t bad enough to be a twenty-six-year-old recently discarded wife, on top of that I was doomed to suffer the additional humiliation of losing the plot, going la-la, floundering in the emotional cesspool of life without a float. 
Plummeting headlong into Loser Hell without a safety net….

BUY LINKS...
https://www.totallybound.com/book/sex-spoons-and-salsahttps://www.amazon.com.au/Sex-Spoons-Salsa-Isla-Dennes-ebook/dp/B06XCQFPTL


AUTHOR BIO...
Married, mother of one son and three daughters, Isla Dennes developed a love for writing while employed in her dream job as the owner of a book shop situated in a seaside resort town in NSW, Australia. Not content in simply reading every book in the store, she found herself compelled to create novels of her own.
Had she concentrated more on sales and less on writing she might well have retired a wealthy woman, but writing won out in the end, with the result being a lifelong passion for creative writing across a number of genres, including a brief but regrettable sojourn into horribly sentimental New-aged poetry which is best forgotten.
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New Release by Joanna Blake...Up All Night

Release BlitzTitle: Up All NightSeries: Rock GodsAuthor: Joanna BlakeRelease Date: June 30, 2017





I've got fame and fortune in spades - and I don't mind using them to get what I want: HER. Little Miss Thing has no idea the WILD RIDE I've got planned for her. I'm kind of a big deal. As in, everyone on the planet knows who I am, and they have since I was fifteen. You'd think that doing whatever I want, not to mention the constant stream of women, would be pretty fun. And they were.

For a while.

But now I've seen it all - and it's enough to make a man pretty jaded. When there's a human stampede outside my concert, I jump out of my car to help. That's before I see the girl who nearly got trampled - the tiny, young, adorable superfan. So I invite her backstage... and before I know it, I'm inviting her to Vegas for a night of hard partying -- and hopefully more.

She's even more innocent than she looks , and I end up taking a cold shower. The last thing I expect is for her to sneak out the morning after. No matter what I do, I can't get this girl out of my head -- her smart mouth, her huge blue eyes, and those crazy curves of hers are my own personal kryptonite. The fact that she doesn't fawn all over me just adds fuel to my fire.

I'll do anything it takes to win her - even pull out the old-school romance. Jewelry? Check. Roller coaster ride at 4am? Check. Following her across the country like a Goddamn puppy dog? Check. This girl is gonna be MINE.

This book was previously released under Dare Me. It has been extensively rewritten and expanded. It's a light and sweet story with a guaranteed HEA and not even a hint of you-know-what! Enjoy!

Xoxox, Joanna










   

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    Joanna Blake loves good old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and the women who love them. She's thrilled to be collaborating with Pincushion Press on her new series! Come along for the ride! XoX, Joanna


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Book Review: The Boundless Deep by Kate Brallier

This is a love story that crosses the division of death into the realm of reincarnation.  Set amidst the era of whaling in Nantucket, it is told superbly in first person narrative.
Wow...this is perhaps one of my absolute favorite books.  It was published back in 2008, and if you've not had a chance to read it, I suggest either picking up a copy or downloading to your e-reader. This is one of those books that beautifully blends a mystery, a romance, a historical and a paranormal all in one.  
Liza has had dreams of whaling her whole life, despite never having been to the ocean.  So she jumps at the chance to spend the summer working in Nantucket with her roommate and friend.  She has the idea that somehow she can disprove how accurate her dreams are, but quite the opposite happens.  Not only can she spout facts about sailing, she can identify even the most obscure piece of equipment.  Her dreams have revved up a notch as well.  Every night she dreams of Obidah Young, a whaling captain from the 1840’s accused of murdering his wife.
Liza’s summer in Nantucket is filled with work and romance.  She meets Adam, a museum guide, who has his doubts about her reincarnation theory.  There is also Lucian, who uses his sharp tongue to defuse the sexual tension between him and Liza.  The book is filled with memorable characters that help Liza solve the mystery of her dreams and who she used to be.  Ms. Brallier does a great job of differentiating between Liza of 1840 and present day by changing how she “talks” in the dreams, from very formal to modern day slang.  But beyond how well this story is brought together, what really captured my attention was Nantucketitself.  The author really did her research on bringing to life the city of old.  I wanted to jump in my car and drive there, finding all the spots she wrote about and pointed out. 
This is the second book by Ms. Brallier, and the characters from her first book, Seal Island, make a brief appearance in this one, but it's not imperative that you read it to understand this one.  I like having character make appearance, in fact, I do this a lot in my own books.  The Boundless Deep is in my personal library, and a book I'll always keep nearby so I may read it again whenever I wish.

BLURB...
Philosophers have said that we travel through our lives, past and present, surrounded by the same souls, that we spend each new life trying to mend the hurts we've done to one another in the past. In The Boundless Deep, Kate Brallier explores this idea in a combination of strong storytelling and gifted characterization.Grad student Liza has long been plagued by vivid dreams of whaling. Offered the chance to trade her land-locked existence for a summer on Nantucket, the well-preserved heart of New England's whaling trade, Liza jumps at the chance, eager to see how well her dreams mesh with historical reality.The answer is: all too well. Liza's dreams become highly sexual; her visions of ship's captain Obadiah Young grow increasingly intense. At times the past and present mix before her eyes, with automobiles replaced by horse-drawn carriages.Though skeptical of Liza's claims of a past life, whaling museum curator Adam is drawn to Liza's intense desire to know the truth―about herself, and about Obadiah, accused of murdering his beautiful, young wife. But Adam isn't the only man with an interest in Liza―handsome Lucian, whose home Liza is sharing for the season, has designs on her as well.In a single summer, Liza must answer the riddle of her dreams, reunite lovers separated by death, solve a hundred-year-old murder . . . and figure out her heart's desire.

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New Release by E.D. Parr!

Thank you for inviting me to your blog with new Evernight Publishing M/M erotic romance, Given Time.
I wrote this story intending to dedicate it to someone in the front of the book when the  publisher asked if I had a dedication. In fact, I didn’t when given the chance, because it no longer seemed appropriate.
The inspiration for the story came last Christmas when I went to stay with friends in another county, but one that I know very well and have lived in. Just like Matt in the story I was shocked and deeply saddened when a much-loved celebrity suddenly died on Christmas Day. I’d followed this artist’s work for years and, because he was a musician, the lyrics and his songs had often lifted me from sadness.
Like many others I wandered off to the house the person lived and died in, which was just a couple of miles away in the next village. I sat in my car watching the parade of people placing tributes along the wall of the house.
The core of the inspiration came from seeing a lone man approach as fog descended on the long pathway. He was tall, slender, dressed stylishly from head to foot in black, and he carried a bunch of white lilies that he placed beside other flowers. His melancholy exuded from his elegant movements. The sight struck me and I couldn’t put it out of my mind as the circumstances surrounding the  death of this musician was reported in the news for weeks.
I know a little about the deceased’s life and know sadness surrounding his love-life was often woven into his songs. I wrote the story for him … for him to have a happy ending. If that sounds weird, then that’s okay … he gave me, and still does, such pleasure through his music.
The story isn’t about a musician. It’s about life and love. There are a number of scorching hot love scenes in the story, which I enjoyed writing for the two heroes, Matt and Angel, who after hoping for love, finally find it.Thank you to the unknown, gorgeous man who laid lilies outside the big old house.
Given Time
     Music video maker, Angel Starc is about to board a plane to Paris when he receives some sudden sad news. It takes him hurrying back to his childhood home after two years away, estranged from his older brother, Rory.
     Angel is amazed and filled with guilt when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time. How can it be right? He should only be filled with sorrow, but gorgeous, caring Matt Loewe wraps him in a blanket of comfort and love that heals Angel’s troubled soul.
     Delectable, artist, Matt Loewe, follows his hunches and his heart. He’s been looking for love and Angel ignites an addictive passion in him.
     As the two men fall deep in love they provide each other with the care needed to come to terms with their past anxieties.
(Romantic erotica with HEA, warning, contains anal M/M sex, frottage, gay partner oral sex, partner masturbation, and explicit gay male love scenes)
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He kissed Matt, gently, soaking up the feel of Matt’s skin against his nose. He thrust his hips so that his lower body crushed on Matt’s and the unmistakable shape of Matt’s cock, hard and bulging in his pants met Angel’s cock. A low groan escaped Angel and he deepened the kiss, clinging to Matt, as his legs weakened and his heart pounded.
Matt pushed his arms around Angel’s neck, and Angel’s hands fell away from the grip on his shoulders. Matt’s murmur penetrated Angel’s haze of pleasure. “I can’t even think straight, but I know I want you naked in my arms.” He rained kisses on Angel’s mouth.
Angel pushed his hands between their bodies. He traced Matt’s erection with his fingertips and then cupped it in his palm, pressing against the fabric of Matt’s pants.
Matt’s groan on Angel’s lips sent a shock of desire through his balls.Angel opened Matt’s pants in a rapid move and thrust them down his thighs. He dragged Matt’s boxers down and grabbed his cock. The rock-hard column filled his fist and extended inches over it. He sighed out the pleasure the feeling gave him, kissing Matt hungrily. Angel’s cock strained against his pants and his stomach clenched so tight it made him breathless.
“Take off your clothes.” Matt’s urgent whisper teased on Angel’s lips.
Angel hurried to comply. He slid his hand from Matt’s cock taking with it the pulse of pre-cum that leaked from the slit. He licked his finger gazing into Matt’s eyes.
Matt gasped as he watched. He dragged off his jacket and pulled his tie from around the collar of his shirt. Practically wrenching the buttons from his shirt, he yanked it down his arms.
Angel gazed at him, taking off his jacket and shirt as he savored the sight of Matt’s muscled torso, and the way Matt’s perfect cock bounced as he moved. Matt was already naked and Angel went to him. He grabbed his ass and pulled him close. “Fucking hell, you are so hot, and it’s been so long for me I might come just looking at you.” He kissed Matt.
Matt’s response made his cock jerk. The passion in his kiss scorched down Angel’s stomach. He escaped Matt’s lips with a groan and pulled off his pants, levering off his boots as quickly as he could.
Matt ran his hands along Angel’s ass.Angel jerked upright and spun around. Matt’s eyes darkened and he held out his arms.
Angel rammed his body on Matt’s and they crashed together, murmuring hoarse sounds. Matt’s cock rubbed on Angel’s and he rocked his hips so that the hard columns slid along each other. His chest felt tight as his lower body clenched with the need to come. “I might fucking fall down if I don’t come soon.” He whispered…Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing
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Jacey Holbrand Visits with her Exciting New Series!

Hello Jacey!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…
Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
Yes, it is! :) Possessed by Him is the first story in the Helldorado Mongrels MC series. The series follows the lives of immortal shifters from different clans, stolen gold, an asshole of a president and individuals who find their mates.
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
Queho was a real man. Sources say the Native American was the first mass murderer in the state of Nevada and had cursed the land around the town of Nelson and the Techatticup Mine.
Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
I’d been toying with the idea for this series for the past few years after catching an episode of Haunted Highway on Syfy regarding the Hellhounds of Eldorado Canyon.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
My second book, Seduced by Him, is in the submission queue awaiting word on whether it’s been accepted or not, and I am currently in the process of writing book three, Enchanted by Him, and book four, Ruled by Him. I’m even playing around with some ideas for a spin off series.






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This story is the first book in my series called Helldorado Mongrels MC. The series follows different immortal shifter families, a couple of humans, and the quest for stolen gold. It takes place in southern Nevada. I’ve been toying with the idea for this series for the past few years after catching an episode of Haunted Highway on Syfy regarding the Hellhounds of Eldorado Canyon.

In book one, Possessed by Him, two human brothers are returning to the canyon where, as teenagers, they had a frightening experience in a gold mine when confronted with wolves. Cameron, one of the heroes of this story, also can’t stop thinking of a man who’s been invading his dreams for years since the incident and is surprised when he comes face to face with him in the flesh.

Cameron and dream man, Gabe, are hitting it off and the trip is going pretty well until Cameron is kidnapped by a member of the Helldorado Mongrels MC.

Want to know what happens when Cameron finds out the guy he’s super attracted to is an immortal wolf shifter and if he escapes the Mongrels? Well, you’ll just have to read the book now, won’t you? *wink*


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Forced to return to a place of childhood trauma, Cameron Russell fears he’ll have to confront the specter of the past once again. Instead, he comes face to face with the man of his dreams. Literally.

Unbeknownst to Cameron, Gabriel Dyson would do anything to help his human mate realize his destiny, including playing savior and invading Cameron’s dreams. When they finally meet face to face, all seems to go well. Then a member of the Helldorado Mongrels MC kidnaps Cameron, putting Cameron in mortal danger again.

While restrained, Cameron is told a fantastical story of werewolves, which has to be myth…right? Yet memories flare to life—visions of bites and kisses—making him question everything about Gabe.

Can Cameron and Gabe’s cosmic connection, their choices, and their love surpass the secrets Gabe has and the Mongrels’ evil plans?

Be Warned: m/m sex, anal sex, outdoor sex, language, violence




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Cameron rubbed his clammy hands against thighs and took a deep breath.

The handsome man strode forward, his hand outstretched. “Hello. I’m Gabe, the tour guide.”

Holy shit. His eyes are sexy. Bedroom like. Almost wolfish. The way I’ve always dreamt them.

“Cameron.” He accepted Gabe’s handshake, and when their skin made contact, a sharp, electric sensation zapped Cameron hard.

An acrid, burning scent filled Cameron’s nose. The smell reminded him of the time his platoon had been out in the field for a training exercise during a rainy season. Lightning had struck close by the camp. Too near for comfort. All the men had complained about the ozone stink.

Had he been hit by a random bolt? A peek at the sky revealed not a cloud in sight. He took another lungful of air. Slowly the burnt fragrance interchanged with a faint pleasant smell. He could barely make it out, but it kind of reminded him of the holidays.

What he perceived as reality seemed to morph, bringing the time in his youth when he’d first seen the man at the campfire to touch upon the present moment where the man, Gabe, now stood. Once again, Cameron couldn’t help feeling like they were connected in some kind of cosmic way and that he knew the man who stood before him. Knew all his loves and hates, his quirks, the way the man would look at him with a dark and sultry, passion-filled gaze after they made love. Feeling like something clicked into place within him, it was as if Cameron had found a piece of his soul that he hadn’t realized was missing.

Just like I felt years ago. But how couldGabe be him?

The whole situation struck him as being uncanny, but so right at the same time.

Well said, Mate. The inner voice sounded like Gabe’s.

Cameron’s heart skipped a beat at the unbidden thought that popped into his head. Fighting the lust coiling within him and trying to calm his heart so it wouldn’t bang out of his chest, he reluctantly released Gabe’s hand.

“It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Cameron.” Gabe smiled.

There’s that grin I love. Cameron could have sworn the world slipped away and just the two of them were left. Him, alone with a stranger who wasn’t a stranger. He wanted to believe he stood before the love of his life, but he needed hard, tangible proof Gabe was who Cameron hoped he was. Not just some mystical, wishful thinking or facial expressions anyone could offer.

“Same,” Cameron managed to croak, then he cocked his head. Maybe if he played it cool and poked around with the right questions, he could figure out what the hell was going on. “We’ve met before, haven’t we? I feel I’ve seen you somewhere, like we already know each other.”


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New Release by Joanna Blake!

Release BlitzTitle: Trust The DevilSeries: The Devil's RidersAuthor: Joanna BlakeCover Designer: Mayhem Cover CreationsRelease Date: June 6, 2017 
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I can take it or leave it, honey. I’m not easy to impress. But when I see an angel behind the counter at Mae’s, I’ve got to have her.SALLY

I left behind my life to start over. My successful career as a country music singer, friends and family, everything. All to get away from my abusive, obsessive ex. So what if I’m lonely? So what if I miss singing and sequins? I’m safe, and that’s what matters. But the big biker with the blue eyes has other ideas. He makes me laugh and breathless all at the same time. He makes me want more. But it’s not safe. Not for either one of us.

DONAHUE

She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And that’s before I ever heard her sing. Her voice cuts through the chatter, through the noise. Straight through to the emptiness inside me. Everyone thinks I’m happy-go-lucky, but she’s different. She sees right through me. And as much as I want her underneath me, tangled in my sheets, but I want her beside me just as badly. She needs saving. She’s afraid to let me in. But what she doesn’t know is that I need saving too. And she’s just the woman to do it.

 This book was previously released under a different title. It has been extensively rewritten and expanded. Trust the Devil is the third book in The Devil's Riders series.  
   







      
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  Joanna Blake loves good old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and the women who love them. She's thrilled to be collaborating with Pincushion Press on her new series! Come along for the ride! XoX, Joanna  
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Come Learn about Kera Faire's Dark Isle....

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

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?I sometimes wonder to be honest. This series is a real departure for me. Darker and maybe edgier? All I knew is that these two would lock horns as soon as they really began to interact and understand a little more about each other. And they did.

Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?Oh I love this series, Death Isle. The background to the books is a mysterious government department which operates form Dark Island, in the middle of a loch in Scotland. Their job is to eliminate traitors, and each of the operatives has their own preferred method.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?Not a one. I can and do write anywhere and everywhere. I just block out what’s going on, and away I go. One of the best places to write is on a long haul flight. Apart from people reading what I’m writing, (and accepting the odd glass of wine or two) there are no interruptions. Bliss.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?As I’ve never killed anyone, not a lot in this series, ;) although I do know the settings well. I love setting my books in places I ‘know and love’. Other than that it’s a mixture of research, knowedge and imagination.

Q) What are your upcoming projects? Well my Raven side has just started a new Regency romance, and my Kera side has one more book to finish in this series when the characters stop playing around and talk to me.Then who knows? I just have to see where my muse takes me I guess. At least it means I’ll never get bored.








Blurb…
Undercover work plays havoc with any relationship, let alone when your boss is The Carpenter.Dori Mason is good at her job—usually. However one look from her new boss is all that’s needed to turn her from a capable, in charge, woman to a complete klutz.For his part Maddock wonders what terrible sin he must have committed in a past life to be landed with the Pa from hell. The fact that she rouses his inner Dom like no other has done before her is so not helping the issue.He has a job to do, and that means that Dori is forbidden fruit.A call for help from the Dark Isle, changes everything.When their masks fall away, the gloves—and clothes— come off.In the midst of a threat to the very existence of the Dark Isle, can Dori and Maddock find a future together?
And a wee tease…
“I want to create our pattern in wax on you, pet. May I?”Behind the cloth she blinked. “Yes, Sir.” Her pussy clenched and her juices gathered.  Our pattern? She savored those words, they sounded perfect.“Then let’s get you naked and onto a towel.  Let go of the rails.” Her jumper was pulled over her head and she blinked in the candlelit room. He’d been busy. Candles dotted almost every flat surface and created an erotic and romantic space. Mason lifted her ass as Maddock tugged down her skirt and spread a linen towel under her. Then with a glint in his eyes she’d never seen before he put her hands back around the headboard. “Do I need to tie you, or will you stay like that?”“No need to tie them, Sir.” She’d do as he asked. “Well, I’m not sure about my feet,” she added honestly. “If it hurts before it morphs into a sweet pain I might try to curl up.”He grinned, and pulled a pair of individual ankle cuffs with ties to them out of his pocket. “Spread them, pet.”  It was fascinating to watch how he prepared. Mason stayed as he directed and did her best to quell the silly frisson of fear that hit her. She’d never tried wax play and it was one thing she often thought about. And it was Maddock for heaven’s sake. Maddock, not any old Dom.“Color, pet?” Maddock stood next to her, a candle in each hand. “Green, Sir.”“Then my love let’s play. I warn you, this will be hot.”He wasn’t wrong. That first drop of wax on her tummy made her bite her lip, the second clench the rails so hard she’d have bruises. The sting followed by brief red-hot pain and the sense of something hard on her skin was new and at times disconcerting.After each carefully placed drop of wax, Maddock waited until she assured him she was green. Then all of a sudden the sensation chanced from hot and sore to hot and arousing. She began to float.

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