15 March 2017

A Teaser from Noelle Bodhaine's THE CURVE!

★. ★. ★. THE CURVE ★. ★. ★.
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→❣I am Makayla Love and I was born to race. Fuel flows in these veins. Ever since I could walk I've wanted to drive. Ever since I was twelve years old I have loved Kelley.
Fast Paced Heart Racing Romance
"The Curve is a sexy, thrilling and emotionally charged story that will leave you breathless."

We had everything, until the curve took him from us. 

I am Makayla Love and I was born to race. Fuel flows in these veins. Ever since I could walk I've wanted to drive. Ever since I was twelve years old I have loved Kelley. I almost had everything, until the curve took them from me. 

I am Kelley Quinn and I am a driver. I master curves, speed is my religion. There is no greater rush than the track, until she drifted back into my life. The straight is all about speed, but life is lived in the curves. Lived in the twists and turns and uncertainty of what lies around the corner. The curve could spell disaster or lead you home. 

But you'll never know until you wrap your hands tightly around the wheel and drive.



Welcome to Noelle 's world where creativity and filth comingle and make for a delightful cocktail to intoxicate your senses and occupy your time.
Classically trained in the art of procrastination, seduction and distraction.
I'm a lover of all things creative, books, movies, music, cooking and art. 
A history nerd to my core and avid studier of powerful She wolves that have shaped our modern history. I like to watch old movies when it rains and listen to dry satirical podcasts when I cook. I make a mean Old Fashioned and love the smell of cigar smoke and old leather. 
I write about men I want to love and places I want to go. My laptop has become like an appendage as I never know when something deliciously dirty may pop in this crazy head. 
I do my dreaming at the base of the beautiful Rocky Mountains, surrounded by handsome young men who do not pick up their laundry

Noelles Projects:
The Complete Voice Trilogy
Whisper, Speak, Shout

The Curve

One Last Cigarette
Part of the Riverwalk Collection with Al Daltrey

12 Letters
Part of With Love at Christmas collection
All proceeds going to Vetsports.org

Noelle loves to hear from her readers!

Email: noellebodhaine@gmail.com
Amazon: amazon.com/author/noellebodhaine

11 March 2017

New Release! The Night Gardener by ED Parr

Hello E. D.!  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?

Zachary Yarrow came to me in the night. There are lots of natural noises in the night where I live. Recently something larger than usual has been padding along the patio and wooden deck at the side. As I listened one night, I suddenly thought its gardening, the animal is the night gardener, and it made me laugh. Then Zachary dropped into my mind like the hot stuff he is and I had to write. Dane Lovell is the guy who’s had some heartbreak. He’s still shaken by it and perhaps he doesn’t need the paranormal side of Zachary but the tradeoff comes because Zachary is such a happy character and there’s no inkling of what’s really happening with him until they fall deeply in love and Dane asks Zachary to live with him. That’s the catalyst for Dane to give Zachary the support he’s needed all along.

I love them both. They’re perfect for each other. They have the kind of love we all deserve.

By the way, this is a happy story, it can tug on the heartstrings but the HEA is satisfying for me.

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

The river where the initial sinister event happens to Zachary and then transfers magic to Dane is one I saw on my work travels. It rushed by and under the bridge I was standing on so loudly, it was as if I stood under a waterfall. That was a deep and powerful river.

Q) What gave you the inspiration for The Night Gardener?

Noises in the night. Oh, and I discovered my night gardener is a deer. (Smiles) And the river I spoke of. Further along the bank of that river, it plateaus out so that it doesn’t rush by so fast, and there’s a stretch of treacherous looking reeds. Old trees line the bank there, and one of them appears in the story, and gives Dane a scare when he’s out walking.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have two WIP’s actually submitted to my publisher.

Given Time, which is MMromance, contemporary man love, and that has a spooky touch the same as The Night Gardener.

Thief of Hearts, a fun contemporary man move romantic erotica.

The Night Gardener
#MMromance new release from Evernight Publishing

Architect, Dane Lovell takes an off-season vacation in an old New England mansion, hoping to ease his broken heart, and spark his imagination. Impressed by the pretty gardens, he’s surprised by the sinister atmosphere of the river than winds through the estate. Dane settles down to his vacation and tries to immerse himself in his drawings. One night, the sound of the back door smashing open in the wind and rain shocks Dane from his work.

Spooky, gorgeous, and enigmatic Zachary Yarrow has brought logs for the fire.

He’s the estate gardener and brings with him not just passion and a love affair for Dane, but a strange, spine-tingling mystery.

Who is Zachary, and what will happen when Dane finds out?

From the author
Inspired by some wild countryside, and a rushing river that stormed under a bridge so loudly, I couldn’t hear what a friend said to me, for me this story is as much about nature as love. I’ve always believed there are more things in the elegant stream of life than we know about, and this story is about a young man who loves life so much he finds a way to live it. There are some heartstring tugs in this story, and some hot love scenes, because this is a love story. It’s a journey for both characters, Dane and Zachary to deep, lasting love.

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The gardener slotted his logs into the spaces between other logs already in the nook bricked into the side of the fireplace. “Zachary Yarrow.”

Dane folded his arms over his body, wishing he’d thought to close the door as chilling air swept along the hall and into the room. “Dane Lovell.”

Zachary stood, having completed his task. “You’re here off season. I guess you know. I always do the gardens off-season—have done for the last—well, for years. When I’m here, I usually stay in this cottage. I guess I need to find somewhere else this time.”

Cold, Dane accepted the information with a nod. “I need to close the door, Mr. Yarrow.” He returned to the back door and closed it up.

Zachary Yarrow had followed. “You can call me Zachary.”

Dane hung around near the back door. The gardener showed no signs of leaving and Dane didn’t know how to be rude enough just to ask him to go.

“It’s way too dark to garden. You’re wet through.” Dane’s gaze ranged over the sodden sweater Zachary wore, and along the rain-darkened jeans covering Zachary’s muscled thighs.
The guy has to be cold. “Can I offer you a cup of coffee?”

Zachary grinned happily. “A cup of coffee, yeah, that will be great, thanks.”

Dane led the way back into the kitchen. “Sit by one of the radiators and try to dry out a little.” He put water to boil and heaped instant into mugs. “I can lend you a dry sweater…”

Zachary leaned close to the radiator. “It’s okay. I’ll drape my sweater on here. It’ll be dry in no time.” He pulled the soggy item over his head and arranged it on the hot metal flutes.

Dane experienced a shock of attraction as he took in the smooth, muscled chest on display when Zachary turned to him.

“Look, it’s already steaming.”

Dane tore his gaze from Zachary’s body and glanced at the sweater. The kettle boiled and he whipped around to make the coffee, thankful for the diversion.

“Do you take sugar or cream?”

Zachary’s voice came from immediately behind him. “Black, thank you, no sugar.”

Dane closed his eyes to dissipate the surprise Zachary’s silent approach gave him. He edged around to face Zachary, who stood so close Dane’s composure flew clean away as his whole body reacted to the proximity of this complete hunk.
Holy hell, he is completely gorgeous. Dane stepped sideways and picked up a mug. He handed it to Zachary. “Coffee, er, sorry, its instant. I’ve given myself a vacation from grounds and filters.” He smiled apologetically.

Zachary studied him for a few seconds.

Dane had the distinct feeling Zachary knew exactly what he was thinking.

WARNING this book contains gay male anal sex, partner masturbation, and oral sex

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09 March 2017

Trivia Thursday!

I began thinking of some trivia questions on my way into work this morning, so I thought it might be a fun post for my blog.  The trick is, can you guess these five questions without looking them up Google?

1) What landmark is Hadrian famous for?

2) What is the proper name for the Tasmanian Tiger?

3) Can you name the way each of Henry the V111's were dispatched?

4) What saved the Eiffel Tower from being dismantled?

5) Who was the last Czar of Russia?

***Have fun and have a wonderful Thursday! (answers are below)
1) Hadrian's Wall
2) Thylacine
3) Divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived
4) The antenna at the top
5) Nicholas II

12 February 2017

Joanna Blake's New Release...Cuffed!

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Title: Cuffed
Author: Joanna Blake
Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations
Photog: Furious Fotog
Release Date: February 10, 2017
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I've got her under lock and key. It's against the law to take advantage of the situation. But I'm about to break all the rules, just to make her mine.

I'm a Government agent assigned to take down a notorious biker gang. She's just a girl who's in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I can't bend the rules, even if I know she's innocent.

Casey Jones is a natural beauty with curves that won't quit. With her big doe eyes and long legs, she's pure temptation. She's barely old enough to be working in a place that serves alcohol, but I can't stop myself from wanting to make her a woman.

My woman.

She's in the middle of something bad, and too stubborn to see that. She owes these guys for giving her a job when she ran away from home as a kid.

Now all I want to do is protect her.

Cute relationship between a man and a woman in a red dress



I sipped my coffee, staring through the one way mirror.

Casey Jones was sitting behind a heavy steel table, bolted to the floor. With her long, graceful neck and dewy skin, she looked utterly out of place in such a cold, industrial setting.

She looked like she should be running through a Goddamn field of flowers. Or riding a horse in one of those soap commercials. Or… I don’t know, sitting by a fire surrounded by kittens.

With a man’s arms around her.

I realized that the man in my mind’s eyes was way too familiar. I’d pictured myself holding her. Where the hell was that coming from? She was one of them. Don’t be fooled by those big, beautiful eyes.

Focus Dewitt.

I opened the door.

“I got you a coffee.” She looked up at me, her face frightened. Again I thought, she does not belong here. But I was the one who had brought her in.

“Let’s start at the beginning. You came in for your shift at six pm.”

She nodded and tucked her hair behind her ear. The gesture was so childlike, I almost flinched. She really was barely old enough to be here without a parent.

But she didn’t have parents. She had Mason.


“And during the course of the evening did you notice anything strange. Any altercations?”

She shook her head, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them. Again, I felt a flush of guilt. She looked like a little girl, playing dress up.

“Are you cold?”

She’d insisted on giving me back my jacket but I was more than happy to hand it back to her. It had smelled so good when I put it on in the parking lot. I had to stop myself from sniffing it.

Like honeysuckle and sunshine.

I grimaced, glad no one could hear my thoughts. I sounded ridiculous. Like some love struck hero in a romance novel.

“I’m fine.”

She didn’t look fine. She looked tired and scared and cold. Probably hungry too.

“When is the last time you ate?”

She took a sip of her coffee and shook her head again.

“I’m okay.”


She almost rolled her eyes at me and I had a moment of sympathy for Mason. He’d brought this girl up. And I had a feeling that she could give as good as she got. Maybe it was the stubborn little chin, but I could tell Casey Jones had backbone.

I grinned at the thought of the burly biker trying to tell the girl she was grounded.

“Before my shift. It got busy and I just- forgot.”

Well, fuck. No one she looked woozy. I decided to get her something to eat as soon as we got through the interview. Before I showed her the mug shots.

Considering how uncommunicative she was being, I had a feeling that wasn’t going to be productive. But I was doing this by the numbers with zero deviation.

I didn’t want anyone saying I was going easy on her because I wanted to toss her over my shoulder and run off with her. Even if it was true.

She was so small, I could probably lift her with one arm.

 jompauthorbio Joanna Blake loves good old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and the women who love them. She's thrilled to be collaborating with Pincushion Press on her new series! Come along for the ride! XoX, Joanna
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09 February 2017

A New Release by E.D. Parr

Hello E.D.Parr! 

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?

The story ‘Falling Star Valentine’ was inspired by shooting stars. We all know shooting stars are falling meteorites, but the romance remains when one streaks across the midnight blue sky, and when two, in close succession, zoom over the night vista as you stand on your hotel balcony, it’s a sight to behold. I travel a little with my day job and in the autumn of 2016, I had to travel a lot more than usual. One night when I couldn’t sleep because I was churning worries around, I went out onto the balcony of the hotel room I was staying in and stared up at the sky. The night sparkled cold and the sky displayed an array of stars suddenly seeming only meters away a shooting star flew across my line of vision, then another as if it followed the first.
I’m a die-hard romantic and immediately my sweet but sexy character, Valentine Steel, had formed in my head. He’s Falling Star Valentine on his way to visit earth. Will he find love?

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

I usually know my characters immediately. They give me the story. I know what they will do and the way they will do it. I can hear their voices as I write. I’ve always been lucky enough to have the whole package, idea, characters, and story details appear in my mind.
The only thing I have a problem with is their name. There the character is nameless, and until I find a name that suits the character, I can’t write the story. Funny huh? It was easy with Falling Star Valentine because Valentine Steel whispered his name along with his story at the outset—not so with my next project, ‘The Night Gardener.’

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

‘The Night Gardener’, will be published by Evernight Publishing in April. It’s a spooky MM love story, not quite PNR in that there are no shifters, vampires etc., but it is paranormal in that one of the heroes is a spirit or wandering soul. It took me ages to give my guys names. They stood around waiting for days and then suddenly, Zachary’s name came to me and Dane’s followed. I have to know both Christian and surname or nothing will work, (Smiles)
Here’s the blurb:

Architect, Dane Lovell takes an off-season vacation in an old New England mansion, hoping to ease his broken heart, and spark his imagination. Impressed by the pretty gardens, he’s surprised by the sinister atmosphere of the river than winds through the estate. Dane settles down to his vacation and tries to immerse himself in his drawings. One night, the sound of the back door smashing open in the wind and rain shocks Dane from his work.

Spooky, gorgeous, and enigmatic Zachary Yarrow has brought logs for the fire. He’s the estate gardener and brings with him not just passion and a love affair for Dane, but a strange, spine-tingling mystery.

Who is Zachary, and what will happen when Dane finds out?

I’m also writing an MM romance titled Given Time, a contemporary love story with some paranormal twists. I’m about seven thousand words into that story but need to focus on ‘Falling Star Valentine’ for a couple of weeks since we’re in Valentine’s month.

Thank you for inviting me to your blog.

Fashion photographer Dale Walker takes a train to his hometown, relocating there after nursing a broken heart for six months in another city. His train makes an unscheduled stop to take on a mysterious passenger.

For a long time, Valentine Steel has hoped to meet a man who will love him. When he sees Dale on the train, he’s overjoyed to find a vacant seat beside Dale.

Dale’s immediate attraction to Valentine has him on edge. He doesn’t want another broken heart, and yet Valentine is so magnetic Dale’s frozen heart begins to thaw.

Valentine sets out to charm and capture Dale in his sparkling aura. He can’t let the chance to have Dale’s love slip away. This could be his last chance to stay on Earth the planet he loves.

Read an excerpt
     A soft sound of regret that he’d given his heart away so easily escaped Dale and then the sudden slowing of the train grabbed his attention. Thrown a little forward by the rapid decrease in speed, Dale huddled back in his seat. No one sat beside him and the magazine he’d placed on the adjacent seat flew off forcefully as the train ground to a halt.

     People stood and gaped out of the windows. Dale peered out at the white expanse sparkling in the morning sun, unaware until then that the train had even traveled into snow-covered country. The hum of concerned questions filled the carriage as people looked around and talked in hushed voices. There’d been no collision, no terrible sound of an accident and Dale, in the fog of his misery, waited quietly for some indication of what was going on.

     An announcement floated from the practically invisible speaker at the front of the carriage. A pretty sound chimed and a soothing voice stated the obvious before giving information.

     “Translines Rail has made an unscheduled stop. We apologize for the inconvenience. There is no need for alarm. We will shortly be mobile again when a passenger has boarded. Thank you and enjoy the rest of your journey.”

     Dale bent to pick up the magazine that had fallen to the floor of the carriage. He hadn’t even placed a fingertip on the glossy cover when a hand extending from the cuff of a black jacket sleeve took hold of the magazine, and lifted it.

     Dale swiftly looked sideways to see who the hand belonged to, and came face-to-face with a gorgeous man. Something about the man made Dale’s heart lurch, which scared him, and because of the scare his heartbeat increased. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, trying to calm this sudden flare of nerves. He gave up on retrieving his reading material and sat up in the plush velveteen train seat waiting for what would happen next.

     “Your journal. Is the seat free?” The man’s gentle voice soothed him only a little as he held Dale’s magazine out, and gave an indicative nod toward the vacant seat beside Dale.

     “Thank you, and yes the seat is free.” Captured by his outright beauty, Dale tried not to stare at the man. He dropped his gaze to the colorful shot on the cover, and accepted the magazine, holding it on his lap.

     The man sat.

     Dale struggled not to look at the passenger beside him, whose cologne now filled up his senses with a delicate, fresh, scent, a fragrance capturing the cool breeze crossing the ocean on a summer night, somehow full of promise. The suit the man wore was visibly expensive. Dale knew quality when he saw it even if it was only on a quick look. As a photographer for major fashion magazines, he’d gathered a knowledge and appreciation for clothes.

     Dale stared ahead and wondered if this man was the passenger the train had stopped for. He edged a little away from the central armrest dividing the seats—their size was generous and the man wasn’t even close, but Dale could feel his presence as if gripped by a magnetic force. Finally, unable to help it, Dale chanced a sideways glance.
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28 January 2017

Evernight Teen's Stormy Corrin Russell Visits!

Hello Stormy! 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?
First off, thanks for having me! And why yes, yes it is! The Separation Trilogy is my most recent project, a look into a dystopian world where men and women live on opposite sides of an impenetrable wall. Each has always been told that the people on the other side of the wall are monsters. When Eroyn meets one of the men from the other side, however, she sees things differently.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
Yes! So I had the first book of my trilogy - The Separation - about a third of the way written when the manuscript was literally stolen out of my house. I came home to my door broken down, my house sacked, and the writing gone. Now, to be fair, it was on my laptop, and the thief probably never knew it was there. I do credit the thief for forcing me to do some important rewrites, though!

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
I put on comfy clothes, get a drink, put my hair into a messy bun, and get cracking! Somehow, this usually works.

Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
Both! First, I fill out character sheets like this one! I find them super helpful. Then, as I’m writing, I try to always consider how that complex, flawed, glorious person would react to the situation I’m throwing them in.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
A sprinkle here, a dash there. I like to put the essence of people I actually know into characters even though I don’t “base” characters on them. I write for young adults primarily, so I also try and make sure to involve issues that I know they experience in real life.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Right now I’m working on book three in The Separation Trilogy. The last book is this whirlwind of battle, romance, sacrifice, and revelations about the world Eroyn (my MC) lives in. It’s an absolute blast to write, but also exhausting emotionally. I am so not ready to say goodbye to these characters! 


I'm not sure what “unassisted expulsion” will be like, but it doesn't sound good. Suddenly this cell doesn't seem quite so bad. At least in here I can pretend that everything will get better. At least in here, I can imagine that I’ll get out and see Luna again. I might go crazy in the meantime, but at least there's hope.
Not long after Phoenix leaves, two women come through the door and wrench me to my feet. I don't know their faces, but I can guess that they know mine. And they don't like me. The one on the left is leaving bruises on my arms with her fingers, but I bite my lip and don't complain as they drag me from the cell. I wonder how many women fought over the pleasure of getting to hurt me before I'm kicked out of the compound. Probably a lot.
Rather than dragging me into the light of day, they drop me roughly at the end of the hallway, in front of feet that I recognize. Tabby.
“So you're the one who gets to—”
I'm cut off by a backhanded slap, hard enough to send me reeling. The other officers stifle laughter.
I rub my cheek, eyes watering. That was unexpected. I stare resolutely at the stone floor, tears in my eyes, until the other women disappear.
“Sorry.” Tabby offers a calloused hand. “Gotta keep up appearances.”
I take her hand and haul myself to my feet with a hesitant smile. I forgot that no one knows about her part in all this. I guess she probably wants to keep her reputation clean; she's under enough pressure as it is. Lacking any bit of femininity in her body, Tabby has always been under judgmental eyes. Now that the eyes are all on me, I don't blame her for wanting them to stay there.
“Avalon's at the gate, waiting for you.”
She points down the dark stone tunnel, and I am glad that I get to walk this far on my own. Soon, her outline is clear in front of me, and I see a smile flash across her features.
“Ero!” She reaches out to embrace me, which is almost as unexpected as Tabby's slap. “I knew they'd let you go; I'm the one who suggested exile, you know. I begged for your life, told them you weren't a bad person! I knew they'd let you go.” She smiles again, but this one is sadder. “I don't have much to give you. They said 'unassisted expulsion,' but I have this.”
She withdraws a small bag and opens it, revealing what looks like bread, cheese, and maybe some smoked meat. Pushing it into my hands, she takes a deep breath.
“Avalon, I can't.”
“If you don't, you'll die.” Her expression is matter-of-fact. “Just take it.”
I finally stick the food into my pocket – in the same jacket I've been wearing for weeks – and Avalon sets to work opening a big steel door in front of us. That's when I realize: this is it. The door rumbles open after she punches in a code of numbers, a light scans her palm, and probably much more that I didn't see.
She turns back toward me, her brown eyes wide and kind. “You saved us,” she whispers. “I remember. Even your name… Eroyn rhymes with heroine. You can survive this. I know you can.”
As the sun starts to shine through the gap in the door, it occurs to me that Avalon has been a perfect friend to me. She fought for my life in front of the Council, she gave me food, and she trusts me even when everyone else in Compound A wants me dead. She's one of the only perfectly good people I've ever met.
It makes me think of Luna. Somewhere in the city, she's probably getting off a shift at work, going home to relax. Her life has probably started to seem more normal in the weeks after the bombing. I've spent so long in that cell hoping for her to be forgiven, and somehow it actually happened. It's nearly a miracle. Just as it’s a miracle that Avalon is here at the gate to send me off her with her endless smiles and positivity. I should be happy about both of these things. I have my life after all. That's more than half of Genesis has.
A good person would be satisfied. Happy, even.
A good person would accept her punishment and march into the daylight, ready to pay for her crimes.
I'm not a good person.
“I'm sorry,” I murmur as I shove Avalon as hard as I can against the wall. Her head cracks against the stone exactly the way I knew it would.
She's temporarily stunned, but it's enough to give me the head start that I need. As she gathers her senses, I slip the pistol from her belt and take off at a dead run down the hallway. After a moment, I hear Avalon calling my name raggedly, sadly, but I don't stop. I must run past Tabby at some point, but she doesn't stop me.
Nothing can.


Stormy Corrin Russell is an author from Pennsylvania who loves writing just about as much as she likes eating entire pizzas. When she’s not writing, she’s teaching 8th grade and loving (almost) every second of it! She loves hearing from readers, so come say hi!

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