29 May 2016

Amber Morgan visits today with her new MC book!

Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Thank you for having me!

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

Yes, this is book two in my Wild Blood MC series. Book one was Tanner's War (http://tinyurl.com/ztpns44). In that, I introduced my gang of bikers and the conflicts and loyalties that shape their lives. In Wolf's Hunt, I've hopefully given a deeper insight into the guys, as well as set up some future plots! I'm enjoying writing the books so much, and don't want to stop any time soon! The relationships (both between the men and their women, and between the MC members themselves) are really compelling to me, and hopefully will be to readers too.


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

Hmm, why not both? Interesting fact – Wolf's Hunt ended up being over twice as long as Tanner's War, which caught me off-guard! Fun fact – New Orleans, where the  bulk of the book is set, is my dream holiday destination. I would love to visit there one day, and it was very cool researching it for the book.


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

I'm a total pantser. I have a rough idea of how the characters and stories will develop, but I'm always surprised by something along the way! There are two side characters in particular in Wolf's Hunt who are now crying out for their own stories, and that was definitely not the plan!


Q) What are your upcoming projects?


I have plans for several more books in the Wild Blood series, and hope to start book 3 soon. I've also got a couple of short stories in the works unrelated to this series (one paranormal, one NA/contemporary). I also write urban fantasy under another name, so I always have a couple of projects on the go! The hard part is usually deciding which one to work on next...

Blurb

~Editor's Pick~ 

He's trying to make things right.

Three years ago Wolf fled New Orleans, leaving heartache and violence in his wake. Now he's got one chance to win back the woman he left behind, Clea Allary. There's just one thing standing in his way—the deadly President of the Voodoo Kin MC, a man who will stop at nothing to finish Wolf and claim Clea for himself. Whether she likes it or not.

She's trying to survive

Clea's been staying one step ahead of the Voodoo Kin ever since Wolf broke her heart and disappeared. But it's getting harder to cope and there's no way out that she can see. When Wolf crashes back into her life, he offers her a dangerously tempting escape route. But how can she ever trust him again?

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Excerpt

He didn't wait for her to change her mind. Lust and longing surged through him and he stood, pulling her up into his arms. She fell against him with a cry that ignited Wolf's fiercest feelings. He didn't just want to kiss her. He wanted her. Wanted to claim her, wanted to make it plain to everyone and anyone that Clea Allary was his, still, now, and always.
He took her mouth roughly, running his hands down her back to cup her ass and pull her in hard against him. She clutched at his t-shirt, grabbing handfuls of it as if it was the only thing holding her up, and she whimpered his name against his lips. It drove him wild. That little sound was like a jolt of adrenaline, and it traveled directly to his cock, hardening him almost to the point of pain.
Their kiss was hard, desperate, almost a battle of wills, as if Clea was eager to stamp her ownership on him too. She shoved her hands under his t-shirt, raked her nails down his back. Wolf hivered in pleasure and squeezed her ass in answer. She writhed against him, nibbling at his lips. The feel of her hands on his bare skin was too much for Wolf. He tried to push his hands down the back of her jeans, but they were skin-tight and he broke away from the kiss with a curse. Clea laughed at him.
"Giving up already?" Her eyes sparkled with amusement and desire.
Wolf brushed her hair back from her face, drinking in that look. His heart swelled and his entire body ached with need for her. He'd never thought he'd get that look from her again. "Never again. Not when it comes to you." He reinforced his words with another kiss, then gave her a gentle push, forcing her to sit back down on the bed.
Once again he knelt before her, hands gliding up and down her thighs as he studied her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips invitingly swollen from his kisses. Her breasts heaved under the t-shirt he'd given as she caught her breath. He didn't plan to let her recover so soon, but he wanted to be sure before he did anything else that she knew there was no turning back now.
"Tell me you want this," he said. "I can't walk out of here, do what I have to do, without taking a piece of you with me."
She licked her lips, a nervous gesture, and he wondered if she'd still do it if she knew it made him want to jump on her. For a second he thought she'd turn him away – and he would have gone, but damn, it would have been agony to do it. Then she smiled coyly...

Author Bio and Links

Amber is the secret identity of a writer who normally pens urban fantasy, but feels like stretching her wings. Amber loves darker romance, anti-heroes, good red wine, and expensive chocolate (sometimes all at once). She's based in the UK and lives in an adorable cottage with her dream man and an adorable cat.


24 May 2016

Beth and Bryce's Totally True Info on Food and Stuff, For Reals!


Ever wonder about bread pudding?  Yeah, neither have I.  And this blog post won't be sharing any secrets, except for maybe those who live in Vermont.  In any case, enjoy!

                                                 
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Beth: Bleh on casseroles.

Bryce: Bread pudding is a type of casserole.

Beth: I disagree.  Casseroles must have a vegetable in them.  Bread pudding -if made correctly and without raisins...BLEH on raisins- has nothing but gooey sugary fat goodness in it.

Bryce: Au contraire! Clarence Bloomington Casserole III, inventor of the casserole said, "Casserole may be veg or meat, savory or sweet. Chief among it's possibilities, it must be bland to eat."

Beth: Well, that disqualifies bread pudding. It's not bland to eat. Unless made by a person with no taste buds.

Bryce: Oh, it's the blandest. That's why they dump a minimum of a gallon of Bourbon over each one. After a couple of bites, you forget how fucking bland it is. I can't believe how you've danced past the best and most obvious fact to support your argument.

Beth: Mmmm....Bourbon. Uh...what else did you say?


Bryce: What's the best argument that bread pudding isn't a casserole?


Beth: That it's pudding?


Bryce: Right there in the title!


Beth: See? I ain't dumb.


Bryce: Good game, you played well, you came with spirit but I'm afraid we cannot award you any points for that round.


Beth: Why the hell not?


Bryce: You could have gained some style points if you'd actually named a specific Bourbon. Your position on raisins was vague, at best.


Beth: I'll specifically plant my foot in your ass. Bleh on raisins, I say again!


Bryce: And you completely ignored the existence of cauliflower bread pudding so popular in Vermont and Sri Lanka. Arguing with the judges isn't helping your case much, either.

Beth: Ick. That's worse than raisins. But I highly doubt the Vermontians and Sri Lankans are that tasetebudless

Bryce: You dismissed the primary source material, typically considered the best evidence in any argument in an historical discussion.

Beth: Your imagination?

Bryce: No. If you scroll up you can see it typed out. In words. On the Internet. Therefore it's a totally true fact of truthness!

Beth: So if I type you're an idiot that makes it true?

Bryce: ...and hurtful. Why you gotta be that way? Would it help if I made you a bread casserole?

Beth: Yes, with Bourbon.


Jacey Holbrand Brings an Exciting new Story from The Agency!


Hey folks! Today I'm happy to announce that I finally have another story in my The Agency series out! It's called Mason's Mijos. But first a little about me...
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Jacey Holbrand believes life and love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share her stories with readers. Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world.
Jacey loves to hear from readers! Click the link to eMail her: JaceyHolbrand@gmail.com

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This story is the fourth and last book in The Agency series that deals with the conspiracy theory.

Like two of the other books in the series, Mason's Mijos deals with male pregnancy, and it also has a couple of surprises that I hope readers will enjoy. ;)

In addition, Mason's Mijos has a menage element, has some food play and sexy, sexy men! :)

Be Warned: MPREG, m/m sex, menage sex (MMM), food play, rimming, double penetration, voyeurism

... He’ll do anything for love.

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Mason Diaz is shocked when he sees his two ex-boyfriends, Flynn Grayson and Ryker Gemmings, together and at an alien encounters support group. Old feelings for them resurface when they tell Mason they want a threesome relationship. Eager to rekindle the connections, Mason goes up to Flynn’s house in the mountains for the weekend of a lifetime with the two men.

Abductions. Food play. Secrets and confessions about alien origins and shifting.

It’s not exactly what Mason had expected.

Especially the pregnancies.

Can he continue to love each of them while trying to survive the life changing events and all the revelations the weekend has in store?

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“Why did you want to come back?”

Flynn put down his drink and took Mason’s hands in his. “Haven’t I made that clear? I returned for you. I fought to come back because I love you.”

Mason kissed Flynn’s knuckles on one hand then the other. “And I love you. That’s what I decided. Who you are on the inside is what matters. Not where you come from or what you can do. I. Love. You. What can I do to help you with your mission? Find a woman for you to knock up? I’m sure my sister has some friends who’d be interested in you.”

“No.” Flynn shook his head. “I don’t want any females. I just want you.”

“But if you don’t do what you need to, you’ll be sent home. Right?” Mason couldn’t imagine being without Flynn, never hearing his laugh or seeing his smile. He had to be able to do something to keep the love of his life on Earth.

“I know, and the thought of leaving you again just kills me.” Flynn appeared to think for a moment. “You know, I could transform my genitals long enough for you to impregnate me.”

Mason chuckled. A man, changing his boyish bits into girly parts so he could carry a baby? Given to him by his male lover? That’s one for the tabloids. “I gotta hand it to you. It’s an interesting idea, Flynn, but a gestation period will be much longer than a few minutes.”

“I realize that. I have a medication to speed up the process, so it’ll only take a few days to a week or so. I believe I can keep the small transformation of my reproductive system going until I deliver.”

“I don’t know, Flynn. As much as I always wanted a child with you, I don’t want to put you in danger. And what if it doesn’t work?”

“Trust me. I’ll do my best to keep myself safe and make it happen. If I have your child, I’ll have done my duty and given you the best gift in the world. If for some reason it doesn’t work, then I’ll have to bite the bullet and find an Earth woman to procreate with.” He squeezed Mason’s hands. “Please, Mason, say we can do this. Let me have your baby.”

If anyone ever had said he’d be having such a conversation in his life, he would have called them daft. Yet here he was. Talking with his partner about having a baby. Together. Without the medical intervention of surrogacy. Just him, Flynn, and nature taking its bizarre, in this case, course.

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Thank you for having me on your blog, and readers, thank you for stopping by today!
Love & blessings to all! <3 span=""> Jacey

10 April 2016

Release Blitz for Go Long by Joanna Blake!!

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Title: Go Long
Author: Joanna Blake
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover: Mayhem Cover Creations Model: Chase Ketron Photographer: Furious Fotog
Release Date: April 9, 2016
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There's a cardinal rule in football that you never break. You don't mess around with another player's girl and you don't touch the coach's daughter. Well, I've never been good at following the rules.
Belinda Carmichael is uptight, prissy and the hottest girl I've ever seen. She's also the head coach's precious baby girl. And she's entirely off limits.
The trouble is, I didn't know who she was when I met her. And she had no idea I was her daddy's newest star player. It was her job to show me around campus, and I showed her a lot more than that. But we fumbled the ball – she never told a soul who got her pregnant.
Not even me, the baby daddy.
As the quarterback I'm not supposed to date the coach's daughter. I'm definitely not supposed to knock her up. Well, too bad. I don't just want to date her. I don't just want her in my bed. I want to score the ultimate, game-winning touchdown.
Her heart.
*Go Long has a guaranteed HEA and no cheating! This edition contains bonus materials at the back for a limited time only *
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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!

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 Joanna
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07 April 2016

Beth and Bryce's Totally True History of Stuff You Should Totally Believe, for Reals!

Today Bryce and I got into a discussion about a certain idiom.  See how I won the argument.



Bryce: Beth!

Beth: Bryce!

Bryce: How the fuck are you?!  I've been called to the carpet.

Beth: What does that mean?

Bryce: That's the phrase, right? answering to the big boss?  I have to write up some reports and email them out.

Beth: I've never heard that phrase.  I don't think it means what you think it means

Bryce: "called ON the carpet."

Beth: Nope. Still haven't heard that phrase.

Bryce: That's the right one.

Beth: I think you're making it up

Bryce:  Everyone else has shitty linoleum floors in their offices. The big boss has the nice office with carpeting. When you're called on the carpet, you have to stand there and answer his questions. Totally real. Stick in your Google and see what happens! Anyway, you're dodging the original question.

Beth: What was the original question?

Bryce: How the fuck are you?! Remember? I said, "Beth!"

Beth: Oh. Right

Bryce:  And you said, "Bryce!" And I said, "How the fuck are you?!"

Beth: Right. It's all coming back to me now.

Bryce: See? Right? So, are you the fuck how or not?

Beth: I Googled getting called on the carpet. Means being scolded.  I don't think you were scolded so you can't use it.  So therefore, you were wrong

Bryce: Alt definitions

Beth: Hmmmm....


Bryce:  Actually, I'm not that certain with it. Idioms are hard to nail down.  Shit, now I have to look up "nailed down."

30 March 2016

Socks vs. Marriage...who knew?

Welcome to guest blogger Mike Woody!  He's a wonderful writer and a good friend, and has a very humorous take on marriage!

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Marriage has taught me a lot, as apparently I’d been doing a lot of things wrong prior to taking the plunge. For example, I shouldn’t have based my tips on the amount of cleavage the waitress shows (The Hooters girls always got more than 20%) or only did dishes when the cupboards were bare. However, my worst mistakes were seemingly due to my lack of any fashion sense. I’m left to wonder how I ever dressed myself, as I failed with even the most basic of necessities. I’ll spare you the debriefing on underwear choices and instead focus on socks.

I really never knew how important socks were to an ensemble, as long as no hole was visible, all was good. So I thought. I was able to mask my deficiency of sock knowledge through the colder months, but once it became warm enough to wear shorts then my inadequacies were fully exposed. As if my ghostly white legs weren’t bad enough, my tube socks made it worse. Yes, much like my letter man coat from high school, I was forced to part with my collection of tube socks. While I miss my grandmothers daily, it’s a blessing they are departed because I’d never be able to explain why they could no longer get me tube socks for Christmas.

Apparently the truth is size does matter. The good news is, the smaller the better. You know what they say about men with big feet…small socks. Yes, socks so small, they are called ‘No Shows’ are the must haves for men to be fashionably acceptable, especially when wearing shorts. Is that a surprise to anyone but me?

In my defense, I’m not totally clueless in the field of socks. I know not to wear any size of black sock while wearing shorts. Also, it’s suggested that the tube socks not be pulled up all the way to the knee. Take my word for it, trust me, you will be laughed at. Mid-calf is also widely believed to be too high, as is even mid-ankle.

My legs aren’t very long, I’ve never been told, ‘You must be a basketball player,’ and I’ve also been advised against wearing short shorts. (That was an awkward conversation) A person need not be a fashion designer to know that if your shorts reaches your knees, then your socks are kept below knee-level. I typically kept my socks rolled down to an inch or two above the ankle, low enough that I wouldn’t look silly…Wrong! I even made sure the top stripe matched my shirt. I never want my colors to clash!

The first really warm day of the year, I broke out my shorts and rolled down my socks…red shirt, green striped socks (in the spirit of Christmas) and the wife was instantly ready to go shopping for socks. Before she’d go out to dinner with me that night, there was a quick trip to the store. I then received my first pair of ‘no show’ socks, with the warning to still not wear them with sandals or boat/deck/loafer shoes. My reaction to wearing them is similar to my feelings on G-Strings, why even bother? It’s all hanging out to see anyway.

It has been an adjustment, I feel so exposed, and my ankles have been freezing. The ankles must be the thermostat for the entire body. I suppose it’s just part of what it takes to be in style, or at least from below the ankle. 

***Thanks so much, Mike, for visiting with me! 

Mike Woody is a life long resident of Dayton, and has a passion for writing, which is good because he doesn't excel at much of anything else, except eating.

Woody has written for small-town newspapers since 2006 and has a degree in Creative Writing from Wright State University. (Perhaps something in the medical field would have been a better choice, but he passes out at the sight of blood)


To check out more of Mike's work visit his blog Woody's World at http://writingsbywoody.blogspot.com/ or follow him on Twitter  @mikewoody1


19 March 2016

Beth and Bryce's Totally True History of Stuff You Should Totally Believe, for Reals!

Today we're talking about the history of salsa....




Bryce: Salsa Flinger is my Native American name.

Beth: I don't think salsa is a Native American delicacy.

Bryce: Not as it's currently made. The word is actually a Spanish derivation of a Choctaw word meaning fish stew. The cultures met in Eastern Texas in the early 1800s.

Beth: Fish stew...Really? (said dryly with an eyebrow raised skeptically)

Bryce: It wasn't just fish. Alligator hocks were really the key to the recipe.

Beth: I don't think Choctaws were in Florida, where the alligators are.

Bryce: There are alligators in the fresh water all around the Gulf.The gristle in the hock thickened the stew.When the African slaves arrived with okra, that went in the stew making the hard to harvest alligator hocks unnecessary. The French Canadians, completely did away with the Chotaw word and started calling the stew gumbo. Salsa was a noun without an object for centuries.

Beth: OK. Granted the Choctaw were around MS & LA, but I still think you're pulling this out of your butt.

Bryce: It was the Alamo that changed everything.

Beth: The Alamo is not at the Gulf.

Bryce:The units that fought for Spain had been stationed for several months in east Texas.

Beth: Which is not near the Gulf.

Bryce: Southeast Texas is on the Gulf.

Beth: Not San Antonio, which is where the Alamo is. I've been there. Corpus Christie is on the Gulf.

Bryce: Right. They were stationed near the Gulf but when the shit started going down, they were deployed there.

Beth: Who? The Texans?

Bryce: No, the Spanish troops.

Beth: Mexicans fought at the Alamo. Texas was part of Mexico.

Bryce: Right and Meixco had a treaty with Spain part of which was military support for the troubles in Texas and central and north California.The Spanish wanted control of the salmon trade out of California.

Beth: What does this have to do with salsa?

Bryce: It was small but valuable.So, the Spanish troops picked up the word from the Choctaw.

Beth: CA doesn't have salmon.

Bryce: Not now. It did.They were fished clean. Any more questions?

Beth: I don't think you have your facts straight.

Bryce: Every one is verifiable.

Beth: I think you're verifiable...cray cray.

Bryce: I'm just trying to help. I hate to see my friends live with a lie. Google California history salmon.

Beth: I would like to see your proof on salmon being in CA during the Spanish occupation.

Bryce: Mexican

Beth: They had a treaty, remember?

Bryce: But not an occupation.

Beth: Ownership.

Bryce: It was just fishing rights.

Beth: You're saying Mexico only had fishing rights to CA? What history book did you read?

Bryce: No. Mexico owned California. Spain traded with Mexico for, among other things, fishing rights.

Beth: The only salmon that's ever come out of CA is farmed, and I won't eat farmed salmon. Not healthy.

Bryce: Does salsa smell like alligator to you?

Beth: Ew.

Bryce: The ironic twist to this whole story is that alligators cannot eat modern salsa! Kills 'em in 30 minutes. One thing. What kind of seeds to you plant for a salmon farm? I can't find a fish section in my catalog.

***And that, my friends, is the totally true history of salsa you should totally believe, for reals. By Beth and Professor of Ergonomic Fictionalized History, Bryce Eddings.