14 May 2018

Q & A with Larynn Ford!

Hello Larynn!  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, the series is called The Dream Trilogy and highlights three stages in the lives of Lynzi Lancaster and Layne Brady.

The first book, In My Wildest Dreams, deals with the two reconnecting after twenty years apart. Layne was forced to abandon Lynzi without warning, leaving her to wonder what she had done to cause him to go. After twenty years, he comes back for her to protect her from an insane relative out to hurt Layne and his family. He confesses his reason for leaving her and also that he’s not human.

The second book, Dreams Do Come True, continues their adventures in the human world when a renegade were-panther threatens the human parents who helped raise him from an infant. Additional supernatural characters are introduced here along with budding magical abilities.

In the final chapter in their story, Living The Dream, even more threats are hurled toward Layne and his family. Their fight to end the danger leads them to a deadly outcome forcing the family to rely on an ancient sorcerer for help. There’s plenty of action, danger, and magic to go around as well.

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

I started writing in high school. The “book” I was working on in tenth grade never went far but the idea of writing stayed with me. Many years later, I started reading again with a passion and the writing idea became stronger the more I read.

After the Twilight craze, I fell in love with paranormal romance and decided it was time to try my hand at writing again. I read so many vampire and werewolf books that I felt they were a bit overdone and I needed other ideas so, the main character in the trilogy became a hard to forget Fae being. The characters I create continue to inspire me.

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

Oh no, I’m not as organized as some authors. Outlines and time lines have never been . . . me. I will write a scene from my head and expand from there in all sorts of directions. The closest I get to outlining is jotting notes at the end of the document I’m working on and adding them when I get to the appropriate spot in the manuscript.

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

The story Lynzi tells in Dreams Do Come True of her granddaddy seeing black panthers on the edge of the woods as he plowed the fields is actually a story I heard my granddaddy tell when I was a little girl. Now, the part about them being weres? I just may have made that part up. Maybe J

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

It’s a bit of an unconventional situation. I had no plans for the trilogy to go in any other direction but . . . The good were-panther from the second book in the trilogy, Dreams Do Come True, stole my heart and had to tell his own story so, A Place To Belong with Boone’s story will be published early next year. After this who knows where that path will lead.

A similar situation happened with a character in my second book, Rescued. Roxie, the sassy teen who helped Rose and Marty solve their case had so much to say after Rescued was done that I am currently writing her story. She’s grown into quite a responsible young woman but her past is coming back to hunt her down.

And as long as my characters keep talking to me, I’ll always have something to write about.


Lynzi Lancaster Brady is, at long last, living her happily-ever-after with the man of her dreams. Their honeymoon bliss is interrupted when an innocent family visit drops her in the middle of the deadly situation they’ve been dodging for so long.

The troublemaking relative with a vendetta against the family, forces them into a final showdown with a disastrous ending that threatens to take the elder of their family from them forever. Will an ancient sorcerer to able to bring her back from death’s door?


I forced myself to calm and summoned a halfhearted smile. “Take care of them.” I mouthed the words, careful not to allow a hint of my request to reach Allvis’s eyes or ears. Layne would know I meant my sweet girls and I would die knowing they’d be safe and protected with him watching over them forever. I’d leave this world with the satisfaction I had not revealed their existence or endangered their lives.

My husband pressed both hands against the unseen barrier and acknowledged my request with a nod. I read the words, “I love you, Lynzi Brady” on his lips.



Larynn Ford is intrigued by the paranormal. She's a day dreamer and a romantic. She loves to let her mind wander always searching for a happy ending to her dreams.

At home in East Central Alabama, she worked as a cook and cashier before becoming a wife and mother. Earned a degree in Elementary Education, taught school, and worked in customer service. All the while her day dreams stacked up in the archives of her mind.

She put some of those ideas on paper in 2009 and she's going to keep on dreaming and searching for those happy endings.

08 May 2018

Lea Bronsen talks about her NEW RELEASE!

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I got the idea for this story after watching a video of French “globe cooker” Fred Chesneau visiting nomads in the Moroccan desert. They generously shared their food, home, and wisdom with a stranger, and I thought it would be cool to write about a female rally driver having the same experience.

A Thorned Rose in the Sand is set in the beautiful, quiet dunes of western Sahara where the sun is so hot you can’t walk barefooted and you could go miles and miles without seeing a single soul. In this story, you’ll meet a badass 450cc rally motorcycle, an opiniated but gentle dromedary, and two highly strong-willed young persons from opposite sides of the planet who get off to a bad start then can’t keep their hands off each other 😊  

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  When life in a big U.S. city becomes too much, Stevie Jones decides to live her wildest dream – compete against the tough guys in a motorcycle rally across Morocco. But the real excitement is found away from the race track, in the shifting sands of the desert.

After his studies in London, Ragab has returned to the nomadic lifestyle of his Bedouin family and the majestic silence of the Sahara. He dreams of the perfect wife, until a beautiful but feisty biker stuck in a sand dune turns his quiet world upside down.  

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The girl screamed behind him. “Eeeeee!”

Too hard to resist. Until now, Ragab had had a difficult time respecting her privacy, but surely, a scream called for attention. What kind of a gentleman would he be if he didn’t check on a woman in distress?

He spun and found her kneeling on her jacket, nude and wet, arms outstretched in shock. He bit down a laugh. Yes, the deep well water was cold, but one got used to it, and in the extreme heat of the desert, it was a blessing.

She turned, caught him staring, and even though he couldn’t see anything inappropriate, she hurried to cover her breasts and pubic area. “Look away!” she shouted, voice panicky.

The laugh bubbled inside him, but he obediently turned back to the motorcycle—then stood in such a way he could see her reflection in one of the side mirrors.

Oh, it was like watching a porn scene. Her long, red curls hung wild over her back and round, white butt cheeks. Every time she moved, a portion of her breasts appeared in the space between her ribs and arms. Such perfect feminine curves, all over. Imagine if he saw the front…

Blood rushed to his groin. Stiffening, bothered, he tore from the sight, walked over to the well, and leaned against its waist-high wall, hoping the hardness of the bricks and coolness from the water below would temper his arousal before it became a full-blown erection.

So silent…

He strained to hear.

Splashes. Muffled squeals. More splashes.

He turned slowly and stole a glance from the corner of his eye.

She washed her panties and black top in the bucket and leaned forward to spread them in the sun. Her position exposed the dark pink lips of her sex, from the tiny hole in her butt to the end of her slit, where her clitoris hid.


Shocked to his core, he turned back and groaned low, his cock hardening again.

He closed his eyes, drew long, slow breaths to calm the painful throbbing and counted minutes, trying to think of something else.

His dromedary, for example. It would be cool to show her how to ride it. What if he rode another one, and they both galloped on the dunes together, she laughing, ecstatic…

Then they’d roll in the sand, and he would tease her thighs apart and slide his hungry hardness into her dark pink lips, to the wet bottom of her. Oh, yes.

She called, “Ready?”

He risked a glance in her direction.

Wearing one of his sisters’ dresses and looking divine with her red curls floating behind her—and her face white and clean—she strolled to the motorcycle, carrying a bag and her clothes. She stuffed everything on top of the fuel tanks, got up, lifted the dress to her knees, and started the motor.

Not once looking at him.

About the author

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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07 May 2018

The Amazing Katherine Wyvern Visits with her NEW RELEASE!

Hello Katherine!  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?

Ah! In this book, it came about in a complicated way! To begin with, I thought I’d write a prequel to my previous release, Woman as a Foreign Language. In that book one of the main characters had a back story where they had been rejected by a lover due to their complicated gender identity. But then I decided to move this storyline on a different character, Raphael. And then a dear friend of mine, talking about himself, said “I am an angel with a bit of a devil inside”. And that sparked the idea that Raphael could be a really complex character with a double nature in everything, not just his gender identity… The other two characters in the story, Hugh and Di, were originally just accessory to Raphael’s complexity, but the more I wrote about them the more they gained a life and a will of their own…

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

Yes and no. It can be read as a complete standalone, and it’s not really a sequel to Woman as a Foreign Language. But the two books are still linked together by their main topic (unusual gender-identity) and the characters from WaaFL both appear briefly in the new novel so that we get a small glimpse of their story after the end of the first volume.

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

I was not sure, for a long time how to bring about Raphael/Lucie’s and Di first meeting… in the end, I thought, oh well, write what you know, right? And I used pretty much my husband’s and mine first meeting. He was busking on a really cold day, and I was so struck by this beautiful music that I brought him a mug of hot chocolate from a nearby cafĂš…  also in that occasion there was an element of gender confusion, since to begin with he was not sure if I was a boy or a girl!

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

It’s been a mixture of personal life experiences and many interesting, beautiful, often heartbreaking stories of transgender people coming out to their beloved (sometimes in unwise ways) and being sometimes lovingly accepted and sometimes rejected in a very painful manner. I wanted to write a story about secrecy, disclosure, rejection and gradual acceptance, as perceived from both parties. I wanted to send a plea for empathy and tolerance to *both* transgender and cisgender readers.

Oh and there was this outrageously hot crossdresser I came across on Instagram… talk about inspiration! J

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

Oh, they definitely develop as I write. In this story in particular Hugh changed from a secondary character (and a bit of a dickhead) to a fantastically layered, deep, moving person, and my true voice in the story. It was completely unexpected and I became tremendously attached to him because he acquired so much a life of his own, and absolutely refused to be set aside for Raphael’s new love interest. It became clear that this book was not going to end without him being part of the picture and he broke my heart with his desperate and unexpected plea not to be left out.

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

A lot. In fact all of my books are to a degree autobiographical. In this particular story it is more diffused than in my last, but there are still many bits and pieces of me scattered here and there: how I met my husband, some of my cats, an interest in art and the Pre-Raphaelite painters, a life outdoors (and the fear that it might come to an end one day), a certain gender-queerness, a deep, heartbreaking, longing reverence for a certain kind of beauty that I can never, ever possess but just admire.

And believe me, I have been up to a lot of weird stuff in my life, so I still have many “slightly autobiographical” stories to tell J

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

There is the third book in this sort of loose series, a spin-off from Spice & Vanilla that is set in Victorian London (did I mention the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood? Wink wink). It is a story about an artist who has had a “painter block” for years and the mystery woman who unleashes his creativity again… It’s supposed to be a short story, but then, so was Spice & Vanilla J


Time was, when Di could dance all night. Time was, when she could ride any horse in the stable. Time was when she had a fiancée, a future and a home she loved. Until a silver SUV came out of nowhere and broke her life in half.

Well concealed under a sarcastic, spiny hide, Hugh has a darkly romantic, passionate soul. Torn between love and terror, he’s held the talented, elegant, magnetic Raphael carefully at arm’s length since the day they met.

Male or female, men or women, kinky or sweet, top or bottom? Angel or devil? Raphael’s life is a string of unanswered questions. And Lucie, his long-hidden female self, may bring it all together or destroy everything he has.

Be warned: cross-dressing, gender-queer, explicit M/M and M/F sex, anal sex, spanking, flogging, bondage, forced orgasm, sex toys


Hugh watched him stroking away with great contentment. He was totally worn out after a crazy day at work, and it was not always easy to find the energy to satisfy such an enthusiastic masochist. There were days when he wished Raphael were a bit less fond of being spanked and whipped, but he always did his best to oblige him. The thought of his Raphael going out there looking for release from God-only-knows-whom, and getting hurt for real by some less scrupulous or talented Dom was just unbearable. Still, tonight he would lie back and relax. Mostly. I will have to help him eventually, he thought with a slightly evil grin, but I can take a breather first.

Raphael stroked in perfect tempo. He was one of the most technically exact musicians Hugh had ever played with, after all. Too exact, in fact.

It would do him so much good to let go a bit, to just go with the flow, be wild and imprecise and purely passionate. Then he would not need so much of this.

Tick—tock—tick—tock—tick—tock, went the metronome, and Raphael stroked and stroked. It was a good while before Hugh could tell, from a small furrow between those blond eyebrows, that the unchanging, slow rhythm was beginning to frustrate him. He smiled a bit wider and said nothing, devouring his beautiful quarry with his eyes. He watched, entranced the fluid play of flesh and skin as Raphael’s long pale cock, a nice ruddy purple by now, sank and reemerged into and from his fist, the velvet-like foreskin lapping beautifully over the shinier, silky glans, the testicles bouncing softly to the rhythm as the scrotum was pulled up and released. It was hard to resist the temptation to throw the whole scene to the devil and just take that cock in his mouth and suck it empty.

This is without exception the best use a metronome was ever put to.

Raphael’s body was developing a number of small, charming tics and twitches. He briefly lifted his left knee from the mattress then relaxed again. His right wrist was pulling on the strap from time to time, and his breath was coming in slightly ragged bursts.

Still it took a long time. Too much control, thought Hugh, smiling. Tsk-tsk.


He slowly unfolded his hands and moved to sit between Raphael’s legs. He spit on his middle finger and watched Raphael’s face, half hopeful, half anxious, as he slowly approached his anus. He didn’t hurry. He let Raphael wait for it. He would beg, in time, Hugh knew, but there was no need for that, not yet. He finally pressed his fingertip to the twitching, tight, live rose of flesh and felt it jolt and spasm. He massaged it in circles, with relish, and didn’t even try to penetrate it. Raphael was shaking all over, trying to press down on his finger, but there was just so far he could stretch, tied as he was. His belly muscles went taut. They were contracting in random, jerky convulsions. Hugh had never seen anything so beautiful.

Then Raphael missed a beat. His hand had picked up pace, ignoring all orders. Raphael whimpered, trying to compensate to get back in the right tempo. The double change of pace made him squirm all over. He swallowed twice and missed the beat again. This time Hugh slapped the inside of his thigh, very hard. Raphael could take a long regular series of well-spaced blows with relative ease, but a single hard slap coming down out of the blue like that drew a ragged cry from him.

“You do know what tempo means, I asked?” Hugh said, in a plain chatty voice. He had never had any taste whatsoever for histrionics. He was not, he had never been, a theatrical Dom. He wasn’t in it for setting up a show. He just got the job done.

“Yes. Yes!” said Raphael, a bit frantic. He managed to stick to the rhythm for a minute longer, until Hugh gently stuck his finger just within the ring of his anus. All of Raphael’s body twisted, and he lost all track of the cold, mechanical rhythm of the metronome.

And that is exactly what you need, my love . Too much playing by the rules, too much fucking control. You need to find your own tempo, and just let go.

Five or six fast hard strokes followed. Hugh slapped him twice, on his thigh, and, when he turned suddenly, on his butt. And then Raphael came, on the third slap, as he flopped flat on his back again, crying out in pleasure or pain, or both. It was hard to tell. Semen spurted out in beautiful, long, arched white streamers, splattering over Raphael’s belly, chest, and even his face.

It is difficult to aim while being spanked hard.

Hugh watched him coming, avidly.

He was so naked. So vulnerable, so unguarded. Hugh, who felt, every day, that he might shatter like glass, on Raphael’s unearthly, impossibly graceful, self-possessed beauty, lived for these moments, to watch him released of all self-consciousness and all bonds. Strange, how it took a bunch of leather straps to get him to do that.

“Ah, oh, shit. That hurt,” Raphael whispered after a minute. “Not complaining, mind,” he added, with a small edgy laugh, wiping some drops of sperm from his lips and eyebrow.

“Good,” said Hugh, quite composed, despite the erection straining in his pants. Watching Raphael twitching and jolting while covered in glistening semen was not a sight to leave him unmoved. He reached out for the metronome, stopped it and lowered the weight a tad, then started it again.

This was a faster, business-like tempo.

“There you go, hot lips,” he said to Raphael, who was still breathing hard from his orgasm.

“What? Wh—but…”

Hugh gave him a small devilish smile. Raphael was perfectly capable of coming two or three times in one night, but, like most men, he needed a while to recuperate in between. Well, tonight, he wasn’t getting it.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

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01 May 2018

Q & A with Jessie Pinkham!

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

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

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

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’m editing the next Tea and Empathy book, His for Keeps, which I expect will be out in May or early June. It’s my first foray into kink, so it was fun to write, and I decided that a great benefit of writing sci-fi romance is how easily the author can invent sex toys.


Love may be within his reach… if he is able to trust in it.

Gabe Thorne was disgusted by his sister’s plan to purchase an empath. She wanted someone who would be compelled to please her, and only her sudden death interrupted the plan. The empath she’d chosen, Ignacio, needs to bond with an anchor almost immediately, and Gabe volunteers to prevent him from being auctioned off to an abuser by his greedy parents.

Ignacio proves to be a sweet, enchanting guy, and soon Gabe begins to develop real feelings for him. Despite this, and the lifelong commitment he made when he let Ignacio bond to him, Gabe doesn’t believe they can have a real relationship. His long habit of pessimism has protected him from a lot of disappointment over the years. This time? Expecting the worst might ruin any chance of a happy relationship.


Having Nacio around and frequently reading, Gabe found himself reading more as well. So he was lying in bed, finishing a short story before going to sleep for the night, when Nacio said, “Gabe, I think it’s happening.”

“You’re bonding with me?”

Nacio nodded. “I can’t fight it.”

“Hey, you don’t have to fight it.” Gabe set aside his tablet and rolled on his side so he could face his bedmate. He pulled Nacio into his arms. “I’m here for you.”

“This is forever. I’ll always need you.” Nacio’s blue eyes darted around, a sure sign he was nervous.

“I know.” While it was rushed and he’d have liked more time, they didn’t have that option and he truly thought this was the best thing for Nacio. It was nerve-wracking because Gabe didn’t know if it was the best idea for himself.

If they were fortunate, they might just end up in the kind of relationship Gabe wanted, two men in a long-term, loving, monogamous sharing of lives. He was far from certain that would happen, and if the future didn’t work out the way he hoped, Nacio would forever be in his life in some capacity. Gabe knew what he was signing on for and he would honor the commitment, whatever the personal cost. He could do no less for this endearing man who trusted him so completely.

He kissed Nacio’s forehead. “I’ll always be here for you, and I’m not going to take advantage of you. There’s no need to fight, okay? You have so much to deal with, sensing all those emotions. Let me help you.”

Nacio clung to Gabe, face pressed into his shirt. “I’m glad it’s you.”

“Me too.” As much as this was upending his world, Gabe spoke the truth. He did not at all like the idea of Nacio having someone else as his anchor, someone who might not appreciate him or support his individuality as much as Gabe did, and in the short time Nacio had been with him, he’d grown incredibly fond of the young man. “Is there anything I can do to make this easier?”

The answer was spoken into his chest. “Don’t let go.”

Simple enough. It felt so good, so right, to hold Nacio. They had similar builds and heights, with Gabe slightly broader-chested but not as long-limbed, and it was easy to align their bodies for optimal contact. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He rubbed circles on Nacio’s back in what he hoped was a soothing manner. “You don’t have to fight it.”

 “You’re so uncertain.”

“Well, sure. We haven’t even known each other a week, and we have no clue what our future is going to look like. Doesn’t mean I’m changing my mind.”

“Good. I really want you for my anchor, Gabe. Not because of your family or money, because those aren’t so very important. I want you because you’re kind and thoughtful, and you make me smile a lot. Also, the fact that you’re such a good person despite your family speaks very highly to your character.”

It was an incredible privilege to be Nacio’s anchor, and while Gabe wasn’t convinced he was worthy of the honor, he’d do his very best. “I feel the same way about you with your parents. They’re so terrible and yet you’re a great guy.”

Nacio smiled. “I’m glad you think so. I really am very lucky to get you for my anchor.”

Gabe wasn’t sure about that, but hearing it felt damn good all the same. “I’m not big on making promises,” he said, “because if I make one, I keep it. I’ll promise you this, though—I will never, ever deliberately take advantage of being your anchor, and if I don’t realize I’m doing it, tell me and I will stop.”

“I believe you,” said Nacio quietly. “With you, bonding isn’t frightening the way I’d thought.”


For something as mad as agreeing to be Nacio’s anchor, it felt remarkably right to hold him. Gabe was content to lie in silence and let Nacio deal with the empathy. He didn’t think he’d be much help in that department.

“You know, everyone uses the term anchor, but now that it’s happening to me I think an old-fashioned compass might be a better analogy,” said Nacio. “I’m pulled to you like a magnet, and you’ll help keep me oriented in a sea of emotions.”

The description made sense to Gabe, who wasn’t very well versed in empathy. He resolved to work on increasing his knowledge. “So you can feel the bond forming?”

“Yes. Don’t let go, please.”

“I won’t.” In fact, he held Nacio a bit tighter. “I’ve got you.”

Nacio’s next move could only be described as nuzzling followed by a murmur of contentment. Gabe wasn’t sure any physical contact had ever hit him the way this did. All the protective and nurturing instincts he usually tried to ignore rushed to the surface, along with great affection.

Nacio looked at him, wide-eyed. “Oh, Gabe.”

Wishing he could hide his feelings if only to protect his heart, Gabe resigned himself to the fact that he was falling hard and fast. It would probably come back to bite him in the ass later, but with Nacio looking at him with such wonder, in the moment he was having a hard time finding the regret he knew was lurking just around the corner.

 “Would you mind very much to kiss me? I want to know what it feels like.”

As if he could refuse Nacio anything. Since this was presumably the younger man’s first kiss, Gabe kept it light, a gentle press of his lips on Nacio’s, followed by another which lingered a little longer. The third kiss Nacio shyly returned.

“So that’s kissing,” he said. “I can see the appeal.”

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30 April 2018

Suzy Shearer Visits with her NEW RELEASE!

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

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

This book came about after I went on a short holiday. Unfortunately I didn’t stay in an exclusive villa but the location, the animals, the scenery were all taken from it. While I was there I had the idea for the book and it just grew from that.

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

Music. I have to have music blasting out. First thing in the morning I go into my studio, turn my iPod on shuffle then I’m ready for the day.

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

Well I do have a plan but unfortunately my characters usually disagree with it and they end up completely different to what I’d envisaged. I’m a panster and a rather butterfly when I write.

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

My heroines always contain bits of me, how I’d react in situations, a little of what they look like (well the tattoo part at least). If you read all of my books and mashed all the heroines together you’d have me.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’ve just had book one in a new series accepted by Evernight so I’m working on some of the others in the series.

But being a ‘normal’ author, I’ve also got a number of other WIPs that I dip into regularly.

When Anabelle Rowley, fifty-five, takes a two-week break at an exclusive beach-front villa, she meets a man—but not just any man. Instead, this one ticks every box on her imaginary boyfriend list.

For fifty-two-year-old John Ethan, going on a short vacation to recover from injury and moving to Australia comes rather fast. Imagine his surprise when he meets a woman who arouses his every desire. 

Their holiday romance ignites fires in them both and this is something real, something long-lasting. But when Anabelle has to leave suddenly, neither has a way of finding the other again.

Will they ever be able to locate each other? And if they do, then John must reveal a secret, a secret that he fears Anabelle will never understand.
Heat Rating: Level 3 Word Count: 86,000
This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It may off end some readers.


I let my gaze roam all over her body, exciting me more. She was perfect in every way. I loved all her soft curves, or as she called them, “her wiggly bits”. I drank her in and crooked my finger, beckoning her closer. With only a little help from me, I made her climb onto the kitchen bench then set my stool between her legs. Today, I intended to make her wait. I was going to take her to the edge and back as many times as I could. 
Placing my hands on each thigh, I moved each leg apart and pulled her until she was right on the edge of the bench, at the perfect height for me. Running a finger up and down, I discovered she wasn’t a little moist, she was extremely wet. I let her rich juices coat my finger and licked it. 
“If you’re a good girl, I may let you come.”  Her beautiful green eyes widened in shock.
“You heard. Right now I’m in charge, so relax and enjoy.” 
Cupping my hand, I pushed a finger into her hot wet cunt while I leaned forward and breathed in deep. God, I loved the smell of her arousal. It was sweet. It added to my excitement. She was intoxicating. I licked her. She gave a little sigh. Right, time to tease. 
Using my fingers and my mouth, I fucked her until she tensed, and then I stopped. Glancing up into her face, it was a picture. I could tell she was excited, but at the same time a little annoyed. I waited until I knew the urge to climax had subsided. Then I began licking and fucking again. She leaned back on her elbows and began those little mewling sounds that she made.  
I loved them! 
Taking her to the edge time and time again, I could tell how frustrated she was as she pouted at me. I wondered simply how much longer it would be before she demanded her orgasm. I was enjoying myself a lot. The downside was I had a hard-on that was now painfully pressed against my shorts. 
Ah, the things we do for love. 
This time, when she was hovering on the edge, she tried to bring her legs together to keep my hand inside her. I laughed and shook my head. She bit her bottom lip and I figured this next time I’d let her come. Once more, I pushed a finger inside her, then another. In and out of that cunt. I loved the squishy noises it made as I began sucking and biting at her clit. She moaned louder and louder as the beginnings of her orgasm started again. 
“Don’t stop!” 
Her demanding scream echoed across the kitchen as I sucked on that bead. Drawing it in, I bit down hard with my mouth. If we ever got into a real Dom-sub relationship, she’d learn to behave. Still, at the moment, we were only two people enjoying each other’s bodies.




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

In 2017 Suzy was nominated for the Best Established Author in the Australian Romance Today Readers’ Choice Award. She made it through all the rounds to reach the finals against some extremely talented and well-known Australian Romance Authors.

 A Buddhist, Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. 
Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.  When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well.
Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment.  Sexy isn't just for the under 30s.
When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. 

The Club series
The Club: Bound
The Club 2: Uncollared   
The Club 3: Waxed
The Club 4: Displayed
The Club 5: Submit
The Club 6: Unmasked

The Hunters series
A Hunter's Heart - Book 1
A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2
A Hunter’s Challenge - Book 3

Dark Desires series
(each book is a standalone)
Whipped Delights   
Craving Her Master
Melting Her Dom’s Heart
An Artist’s Kiss
Elephants and Ever-Afters

Single Titles
Daemons Are Forever
Build a Love
Perfect Three
Her Dom’s Secret Past
Vol 1 - The Club (Bound and Uncollared)
Vol 2 – The Club (Waxed and Displayed)
Vol 3 – The Club (Submit and Unmasked)
A Hunter’s Heart
A Hunter’s Choice
A Hunter’s Challenge
Perfect Three
Daemons Are Forever
Build A Love
Whipped Delights
Craving Her Master
Melting Her Dom’s Heart
An Artist’s Kiss
Elephants and Ever-Afters