08 October 2017

Beast Denied by Faye Avalon!

beast-Denied-evernightpublishing-JayAheer2017-finalimageHello Faye!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…

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

Beast Denied is Book #2 in the Beasts of Bodmin Moor series. I started out writing the first story as a stand-alone, but other characters kept popping in to introduce themselves and soon there were too many other hunky panther shifters demanding their own stories.

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

Bodmin Moor in Cornwall, England is an eerily enigmatic place, especially as dusk falls. For many years there have been rumors of a wild panther-like creature roaming the moor but, despite many sightings, only a few grainy images have been captured on film. An official investigation found no real evidence to confirm such a beast exists, but no evidence either that it didn’t. My imagination went into overdrive. What if the mysterious beast is actually a shape-shifter? Able to shift from human to panther? What if there were a whole pack of them, living amongst an unsuspecting human community? It was just too much fun not to explore and so Beasts of Bodmin Moor was born.

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

The first book in the series featured the leader of the local pack and his heroine was a member of the human community. With Beast Denied I wanted to explore how the dynamics would change between a hero and heroine who were both shifters. Tynan (the pack’s second in command) and Naomi have history that has impacted both their personal and professional lives, and for Tynan it has affected his very identity and purpose as a warrior of the pack. When Naomi returns to Bodmin after a decade’s absence, they are both forced to face up to their shared past whilst dealing with a threat to Naomi’s safety.

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

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

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

I’ll have a rough idea of who they are, but they always, always, surprise me along the way. Exactly the way I like it.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’m currently finishing off the first book in a new fantasy series, and I have a contemporary romance that is waiting for me to begin the second draft. Books four and five of Beasts of Bodmin Moor are also in the works.

 Thanks so much for having me on your blog!


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

Embracing the future, means confronting the past.

epeditorsesal1s(1)Naomi Flynn doesn’t intend to mate or marry. Never again will she leave herself open to the manipulation she once endured. Besides, no panther male will want her anyway once they know the truth behind what happened a decade ago. She’s happy to burn up the sheets in a buddy-with-benefits arrangement, until a hankering for a three-way sexual adventure thrusts her right back into the arms of the man she can’t afford to remember.

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

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

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

reviewertoppick2 “…the fast paced and smooth flowing plot captivates readers with lots of suspense, turmoil and romance… I was completely spellbound.” 4.5 Stars Night Owl Reviews


From the safety of the hotel bathroom, Naomi Flynn could hear the two men talking, discussing who would have the pleasure of fucking her first.

Leaning back against the locked door, her blood running cold in her veins, Naomi wondered what the hell she had gotten herself into. They’d seemed like regular enough guys, at least while she’d been sharing a drink with them. They’d flirted, flattered, and teased her. So much so that they’d appeared perfect for what she had in mind.

Until they’d locked the door to the hotel room, and with the gleam in their eyes came her first flicker of unease.

A couple of hours ago, Naomi had strolled into the hotel’s bar, intent on having herself one doozy of a party. She’d thought about it long and hard. Wasn’t having sex with two men every woman’s fantasy?

It had worked for her friend. Talia McLeod might now be all loved up with her new husband, their pack’s leader, but before she and Caleb became a couple, they had a triple deal going with Joshua, Caleb’s half brother, now working overseas.

Unlike Talia, Naomi had no intention of finding her true mate in this deal, but she admitted to being more than a little curious about indulging in a ménage à trois and hadn’t been able to shake the desire to try it for herself.

Living vicariously through her new friend had given Naomi a taste for adventure, and had fed her growing hunger to push through her comfort zone and see how it felt to live without constraint. Even if just for one night. The more she’d thought about it, the more she’d wanted it.

Of course, she’d chosen human men to assuage her curiosity. They would keep the whole thing from becoming too intense, too personal. With humans, there would be no complications. No possessive pack males insisting she become their mate or wanting to mark her as theirs.

Because that would never happen. It couldn’t. Not for her.

So indulging her fantasy with the aid of human men had been her only real option. But now, standing in the bathroom of a Truro hotel as the clock struck midnight, it seemed like her only option had gone belly up.

In fact, listening to the men planning what they would do to her when she hightailed it back to the bedroom had the opposite effect from making her hot and adventurous. It made her question her sanity.

With a hard swallow, Naomi hurried over to the window. She peered out and down. Two floors up, with a drop down onto concrete. <em>Shit</em>.

Had things been different, she would have shifted. In her panther state, she could make short work of those two floors and leap to safety before the men even realized she was gone. But that would never happen either. Not again. Over the years, she’d barely mourned her lost ability, and it had seemed the least of her troubles. Tonight, she longed for it.

Running a hand over her stomach, she pushed back the maudlin thoughts that nudged for attention. She needed all her wits about her to deal with her current predicament.

Perhaps she could simply go out there and tell them she had made a huge mistake, that she really wasn’t ready for this and had changed her mind. She’d apologize for leading them on, for getting them all worked up. Well, to be honest she’d gotten herself all worked up. This was what she’d wanted, what she’d planned for.

She stepped back to the mirror, smoothed down her hair. Nerves, she decided. She was simply suffering from nerves. She had never done anything like this before, which made it perfectly natural to have last-minute doubts.

“Hey, babe.”

At the thump on the door, Naomi dropped the sandals hooked over her index finger.

“You planning on joining us anytime soon?”

Naomi turned to face the door. “Just a minute.”

With trembling hands, she reached around and unzipped the short black dress she’d bought only yesterday. She let it slip down her body and pool at her feet. Turning, she glanced at herself in the mirror and saw skimpy black bra and panties, designed to send a man, or in her case, men, wild.

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

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06 October 2017

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

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

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

I was talking to one of my best friends about writing a romance. I wanted to see a romance between two very different people, and I couldn’t think of anything more different than an ex-military-contractor-turned-bodyguard and a ballerina.

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

I interviewed a private military contractor, a bodyguard, a detective, and a lawyer for this book… My friend, Katie, is a ballet dancer, so it was easy to pick her brain and spend time with her.

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

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

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

I plan out as many characters as possible- some get added later. I write down as much information about them as I can- even if it doesn’t make it into the story. Description is one thing, but I’ll even go as far as figuring out their favorite cereal.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’m starting another romance, as well as polishing an urban fantasy and a sci-fi thriller.


As the prima ballerina for a prominent San Francisco ballet company, Scarlet Rush is used to being on her toes- but after a failed kidnapping attempt, even her nimble feet aren’t enough to keep her out of reach of her rivals. Begrudgingly, she’s forced into the protective services of Alex Strong, a former private military contractor turned bodyguard. Scarlet isn’t thrilled to have Alex follow her every move, but as hidden dangers rise, she has no choice but to trust him.

Soon, Scarlet and Alex find themselves passionate partners in a dance all their own. Alex is captivated by Scarlet and knows he must protect her at all costs despite the pain of past demons still haunting him.

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C. E. Vescio is a jack of all trades- and mastered at least one. Her first novel, Elegantly Wasted, touched on the demented and humorous side of a delightfully dysfunctional family. She’s a fan of writing and reading science fiction, urban fantasy, romantic suspense and contemporary fiction.
C. E. is a Navy vet, professional photographer, web designer, gamer, cosplayer, and a sporadic burlesque performer. She’s from Phoenix, but lives in Las Vegas with her husband, John and three mutts. They’re expecting their first child in January of 2018.
She’s passionate about typography, Shakespeare, theology, the music of Paul Simon, and Loki as portrayed by Tom Hiddleston.

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04 October 2017

Zoe Mullins Visits!

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

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

Eighty-One Days is a novella but it actually started life off as a short story. I had developed first for an anthology. It was shortlisted but didn’t make the final cut. I was thankful for that because by then I had fallen in love with the characters. There was so much about their history that I didn’t have the chance to explore in the short story version, like Eric’s job as a forest fire fighter and why he had chosen such a high-risk profession.

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

I grew up in Northern Ontario, Canada. It’s an area of extreme beauty but also extreme danger. Forest fires are common each summer – even when it’s not a particularly dry summer. Whether man-made or nature-made, it’s a reality that you deal with in that area, and I’ve been in awe of the men and women who battle those blazes. So that’s where the ‘spark’ of creation for this story began. And even though I always meant it as a standalone novella, I introduced the rest of Eric’s team at the end of the story and I can see coming back to them one day to explore their stories.

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

I plan my characters more than I plan the plot of the book. I want to know not only what they look like but what may have shaped their experience. How did they grow up? Were their parents together or did they split up? How did that affect them? What were they like in school? Did they have a lot of friends? What did they want to be when they grew up and were they successful or did they have to change gears along the way and how did that change them?

Because when it comes to plot I basically fly by the seat of my pants, it’s important that I know my characters and can gauge their reactions to any given situation. Not that they don’t surprise me sometimes, and when that happens, I tend to let them take the lead even if that means we go in a direction I hadn’t planned.

One of the most gratifying things I’ve heard from readers, is that my books are too short for them. They love the characters and could just keep reading and reading. It’s important to me, because I write about relationships that are a little outside the norm (menage, BDSM couples) that the while the sex is hot, there is also a fulfilling emotional dynamic that takes you into the characters.

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

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

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

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


Eric didn’t know Luke would be heartbroken when he left town to join a hotshot forest fire crew in Western Canada. They’d been best friends since kindergarten, had gone to school together, had bought their first car and a home together, and had shared their lovers. At some point, friendship had turned to love.

Luke didn’t expect that when he’d brought his crazy cat in for stitches that his heart that would be mended by the sassy new veterinarian. Jenna may have been new in town but she’d heard the rumors and she liked the carnal fantasies he spun for her in bed of he and his best friend sharing her.

Of course, that was before Eric’s job brought him home and back into their lives.

Jenna isn’t sure she can be what they need, but she’s not going give up without a fight. Even if that means inviting the sexy firefighter to share their bed. Surely there is enough love to go around.

EXCERPT  (rated not PG)

Luke woke to the sound of the shower and lifted his head. Jenna was still curled into his side, but Eric was gone. He heard the shower turn off as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed his boxers. By the time he made it to the bathroom door, Eric was already pulling on his track pants.

“Did you sleep at all?” he asked, running a hand back through his unruly hair.

Eric shrugged. “Enough.”

“Not nearly.” Luke hung back by the door. Now that the lustful haze of last night was over, he wasn’t sure where that left them. He knew where he wanted them to be. He sighed, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the doorframe. This had the potential to be a total clusterfuck.
Eric must have realized where his thoughts were going, and his worries. “Screw it,” Eric cursed. “Get over here and kiss me good morning.”

Luke dropped his jaw in surprise but he wasted no time complying. He cupped Eric’s jaw in his hands as he kissed him. Eric deepened the kiss, their tongues colliding, as he pushed Luke against the bathroom vanity, his thighs bracketing him in place. He wrapped his arms around his waist.

He had missed this, missed Eric’s roughness. Missed the way he always had to control the encounter. 

Eric drew back a few inches to bite at Luke’s lips. “You still taste like Jenna. I like it.”

“And you taste of mint.”

“You can borrow my toothbrush,” he offered, smirking.

“Fuck you.”

“I’d rather fuck you.” Eric squeezed his ass.

“You would?” Luke swallowed hard, his cock twitching at the thought. He knew Eric had fucked other guys, but he’d never even suggested that they try. “I told Jenna we weren’t lovers.”

“I take it you were quite narrow in your definition. For her sake or yours?”

“Both. We’ve never done that.” Luke hesitated. “I wasn’t sure you wanted to.”

“Oh, I want to,” he promised.

It was a good thing the bathroom vanity was behind him because his legs went weak at the thought. 

“You can’t just say shit like that,” he complained. “You don’t know what that does to me.”

“I have a good idea.” Eric ground his hips against Luke. “But first I need coffee, maybe the whole pot, while you shower. Then the three of us need to talk. We can’t put it off. Regardless of what we did last night.”

“Go to our place. We have more food,” Luke suggested. “And I don’t think the talk will be as hard as you imagine.”

“We’ll see.” Eric didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t know Jen the way Luke did. Jen wasn’t going to back down from something just because it was difficult.

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A prolific writer, even in elementary school, Zoë was jotting down poems and stories whenever she had the chance - usually during math class.

After many years of working in corporate communications, Zoë decided in 2015 it was time to focus her energy on the kind of writing she loved – hot romances with strong, alpha heroes and quirky, independent heroines.

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

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01 October 2017

Cover Reveal! The new LAWLESS Anthology cover!

LAWLESS Anthology

Coming November 2017

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

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

The King of South Side by Loralynne Summers
Gentleman Jackson by Nicola Cameron
Hungry Eyes (The Covenant) by Gwendolyn Casey
Vandal by Amber Morgan
Given to a Killer by Sam Crescent
Angel Mine by Maia Dylan
Kiss of Death (Dark Heart) by Sandra Bunino
Hitman's Seduction by Olivia Starke
Hitman's Angel by Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Eli Logan's Return by Lila Shaw
Trust by Kait Gamble
The Last DiLuca by Beth D. Carter

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The Last DiLuca
When Michael Slade , VP of The White Death MC, learns the DiLuca Borgata has been killed in one fell swoop, he’s devastated at the loss.  His estranged wife, Normandy, had been the only daughter of Tony DiLuca, and the only woman he ever loved. Needing answers, he rides to St. Louis in hopes of finding them.

Drowning his grief at their local bar seemed like the perfect answer until he gets a phone call from Normandy, telling him she’s in hiding. He rushes to her side, reunited with the only woman who would ever own his heart.

Only they have to now dodge the bullets from whoever wants them dead. Slade must figure out who’s after Normandy before the assassin finishes the job.

(This story is set within The Forgotten Rebels MC world)

29 September 2017

Q&A with Lea Bronsen!

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

Hi, Beth! Thank you for having me! I’m excited to be here and talk about my new release, the dark Viking romance Torn Avenger.

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

What makes this book special for me is that for once, I’ve written a story set in my own country, Norway, and that the characters, although fictitious, are actually my forefathers… *swoon* It gives the project a whole new emotional dimension!

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

The cover! Lol, when I saw this premade last year, it immediately spoke to me and I had to have it, but I didn’t know what time period the story would be set in or which type of characters should be featured. It took almost a year of me looking at it every now and then and thinking, “dammit, it deserves a story!” before an idea came to mind in April and suddenly I had to write the fastest I could J

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

I am generally a very ad-hoc person. As a secretary in RL, I like to think I’m structured, but the truth is I’m painfully chaotic and impulsive. When I start a new book, I’ll have a “feel” about who my main characters are and start writing scenes here and there that convey how I perceive them. Little by little, as the story idea itself takes form, I’ll find how to develop them and what they’ll need to go through and who else they’ll have to meet to get there. It’s a long, long process…

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

Since English is only my 3rd language, I spend a lot of time compensating for my lack of vocabulary by using places I’ve visited, people I’ve met, or scenes I’ve witnessed in my stories. It makes the storytelling so much easier. For example, in Torn Avenger, I have personally seen (and smelled, touched…) many of the locales described in the story.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

My next release is the dark erotic crime MMMM ménage The Audition, about a young wannabe actor challenged to comply with the film producers’ dirty fantasies in order to get a movie part. It’s hot, it’s dirty, and one of the main characters is a ruthless drug lord, so there’re elements of crime and danger, too. I really hope my readers are going to like it.

Aside from that, I’ve started work on the sequel to my debut novel Wild Hearted, a gritty inner-city crime drama that came out in 2013. Let me tell ya I’m super excited about bringing my two favorite characters, Tomor, an imprisoned gang leader, and Luz, his long-lost love, back to life in a whole new psychological thriller!

Blurb for Torn Avenger:

Murder. Passion. Two worlds colliding.

As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn't meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer's death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and strict social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he's willing to accept the love of another man.


After a moment, Alv looked up again and almost gasped from the erotic vision in front of him. While shaving Roeland, he’d only seen his wet, hairy chest and stomach, but the handsome man moved to a kneeling position in the basin and washed his lower body. His stunning maleness made Alv hot and bothered. They had discussed, argued, shared personal details, and apologized to each other, but now, the seriousness of their conversation faded. The sight of Roeland’s cock bathing in white foam between his legs had Alv’s own cock jolt and press painfully against his pants.

Oh, Roeland attracted him on several levels—mental, emotional, and physical—and Alv longed to discover and develop more of everything with him. Hedin was an exciting lover, but nothing like what Roeland had the potential to be.

Speaking of Hedin, it’d been a surprise to see him again this morning, right after Elke left. He’d arrived in a terrible mood and refused to excuse his disappearance act. It was outrageous of a slave to come and go like that, but Alv had too much on his mind to think of punishing him.

For one, he worried about Roeland’s future. He’d inherited part of Father’s wealth, but not his title. After returning to Eðni, he’d claimed to be the only one who could decide of what to do with his brother’s murderer, but it wasn’t true. He had no standing, no support from his fellow citizens. They could choose to kill Roeland if they wanted to—all it took was a word from Mother. It made her idea to have Alv marry Elke and adopt the community’s natural heir that much more important to push through.

“There’s something we need to talk about,” he said, hoping Roeland wouldn’t oppose to the plan.


“Normally, I would ask you, but since you’re not in a position to make decisions, I’m just going to tell you.”

“About what?” Roeland frowned.

“I’m marrying your sister.”

Roeland stood so fast in the basin, water splashed to all sides. He stepped out and leaned into Alv’s face. “Don’t you dare to touch her!”

“But I’m not…”

“Hasn’t she suffered enough?” Roeland bellowed, his dark eyes slit with anger.

By Thor, he was insanely sexy, standing naked and wet, so near Alv could feel his damp bodily heat, water drippling from his hair and rolling alongside his tanned, chiseled cheeks. Alv couldn’t help hardening more, and needed to focus on the words that came out of Roeland’s luscious mouth to be able to answer. “She has already accepted.”

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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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20 September 2017

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

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

No, thank you for having me here! It’s lovely to have a chance to blather some more about this book, which I love passionately!

So tell me…

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

Well, it was a bit of gradual process. It really all started with Julia/n, this truly gender-fluid cross-dresser with a wonderful ability to switch between female and male identity. I spent some months dreaming up Julia/n and wondering what story could be written about him/her, and then out of the blue I inherited this pair of lovely high heeled boots from a dear friend who died. These boots were really the catalyst for the plot to take off. The other character in the story, Nina is this girl who really has trouble “being a girl”,  due to a past of bullying and abuse, but these lovely boots are tempting her to get out of her darkness, and express her feminine side… Nina does not know where to start, and that is where Julia/n steps in. For most girls, being a woman is something you learn organically from a very young age, but for these two characters it is something that they learned from scratch, and have to practice diligently … hoping to get it right, more or less.

Q) Woman as a Foreign Language sounds like such a fascinating story. What drew you to write this book?

I have always been fascinated by gender-variant characters, I suppose. There was one in Black Carnival, my debut novel, although that was a completely different story (very fetish-y!). And there was one planned for Spellbreakers, but s/he didn’t make it into the novel because it was already so damn long and rife with secondary characters!

Julia/n really exploded in my dreams after watching “The Danish Girl” (ok, I have a bit of a thing for Eddie Redmayne, lol), but in the end it was based on several different sources. Nina, and her struggle with her past, is a profoundly autobiographic character. So this story became a cathartic process for me.

Q) What type of research did you undertake to write in an authentic voice?

This is an interesting question, because the story is really written in two different voices (as far as I could!). Nina’s side of the story is written in present tense and first person. It was not really a conscious decision. The first few paragraphs of the book started out as a page of my diary, not really as a story, and then the style stuck. I had meant to convert it to a more conventional POV, but, no, I just couldn’t. She is a bit of a scared animal, looking out on the world from out of her armor, ready to run or hide, so this very “in the moment” voice was just right for her.

Constructing Julia/n’s voice was a much more calculated process, partly because really I had to do a lot of research on the mechanics of cross-dressing and all that goes with it, so it produced a somewhat less instinctive and more literary narrative (which fits the character in several ways, since s/he’s a professor of English literature!). I spent about three months or more reading tons of articles, blogs and forum posts by cross-dressers and transwomen and talking with some wonderfully generous persons who shared their experiences (often in very intimate detail, bless them!) before I felt comfortable tackling Julia/n, and even then I preferred to remain in a deep-third point of view for her, which gave me a little more emotional wiggle-space. I would have felt a fraud writing her in first person POV.

This discrepancy in tense and POV is an unusual arrangement in romance books, but I think (and so did my editor, luckily!) that it suits this particular story very well. And I don’t see why romance authors should not try a more experimental prose from time to time! J

Q) Did you plan all your characters out before you started this story or did they develop as you wrote?

In essence they were pretty clear-cut from the start, not so much by conscious planning as from, shall I say, sudden revelation! But of course much fleshing out occurred along the way, especially for Julia/n.

Another major change that occurred in mid writing was the decision to include Nina’s mother and extended family in the story. Originally Nina’s history of psychological abuse was to be carried just by her memories, but then I realized that it made for a lot of telling, and that if I had the family IN the story, I could show a lot more, and also have a villain that I could write from personal experience! Although Nina’s mom is not my mom, she is a bit of a sum of many different people in my background. Shudder!

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

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

Once I start typing I am usually pretty instinctive though, I let the characters do their thing and see where it leads.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

There are two or three stories that I have started already that are vying for attention, but I think the winner is this contemporary, slightly paranormal book called “The Very Select Au-Pair Agency”. This may end up being split in two related short stories, since it is really two interwoven tales about two widowed fathers finding love in two “very special” (read: slightly witchy!) nannies.

And I have this story which is a bit of a dark twist on the ubiquitous shifter-theme.
And a fantasy story based in the region of France where I live … and one with dragons…
So many ideas, so little time!


What do you do when the woman you want to be … is a man?

Nina’s abusive childhood left her feeling so vulnerable when wearing anything flimsier than combat boots that she has spent her whole adult life dressed like a gang boy. But when she meets the tall, glamourous, charismatic Julia (actually her cross-dressing neighbor, Julian, going out en femme), Nina is seized by an overwhelming and terrifying urge to finally express her own femininity.

Julia/n has not only a slightly split personality but also a thoroughly broken heart. What s/he wants most is a partner who will love both Julia and Julian. While Nina learns from Julia how to be a woman, Julian discovers that they might well be made for each other, but it will take a struggle against prejudice and a whole conservative mind-set before they can follow their hearts, and express their true, unique, and beautiful selves.


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

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