15 October 2018

Featuring Katherine McIntyre's Tribal Spirits Book One!

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?

I’ve always loved shifter stories as well as the enemies to lovers trope, so Dax and Sierra just came naturally. Dax appears a cocky wiseass, the exact sort of type to drive serious, responsible Sierra crazy, but as she discovers more of his depths, they share a whole lot more in common than they first believed.

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

Forged Alliances is the first in the Tribal Spirits series, which revolves around the Red Rock and Silver Springs packs in Ricketts Glen. One of the powerful Tribe members has gone rogue, bringing trouble and devastation to the region. However, the shifters who live in this land aren’t about to back down against this threat against their home, no matter the cost.

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

Fun fact: the state park, Ricketts Glen, featured in the Tribal Spirits series is an actual one in Central PA, known for its waterfalls.

Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer?

My greatest strength as a writer is snarky banter and getting into the deep point of view with my characters. I also tend to do fight scenes well. My biggest weakness with writing is complex plotting and worldbuilding. I get so sucked into the characters and their emotions that I sometimes forget some of the important details—which is why my beta readers and critique partners are essential!

Q) Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?

I try to bridge both! I give plenty of spice and HEAs in my romance stories, however I also push forward to include diverse characters, women in roles of power, and my personal brand of snark.

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

I usually get a vague feel for a character before I launch into the story, and they develop as I go. Since I usually feel my way through stories, I get a sense of them and how they react to the situations I throw at them pretty quickly.

Q) Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?

Each book in the series has a standalone love story and conflict, but each one builds towards the big overplot that will be confronted and resolved in the final book of the series!

 Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’m currently working on the second book in my Discord’s Desire series, Hypnotizing Beat. I just finished up writing my third book in the Tribal Spirits series, Forged Contracts, and I’m going to get started on the fourth book in the series soon, Forged Futures. 


Sierra and Dax’s alliance is already rocky. He’s a cocky wiseass, and she doesn’t put up with bullshit. So, when a mating bond appears between them, it threatens to send them both running.

Sierra Kanoska fought hard for her position as wolf alpha of the Red Rock pack, and intruders in her territory receive the full brunt of what her claws, fangs and smarts can accomplish. So, when Dax Williams, de facto alpha of the Silver Springs pack, pays an unwelcome visit, Sierra’s ready to toss him out. However, the pack elders sabotaged Dax’s fight for alpha against his brother, driving him from his lands. Sierra hates underhanded crap like that, so she agrees on an alliance.

As they work together, she witnesses an alpha who wants to do right by his pack, not just a cocky wiseass. Their growing attraction blazes hot, but the moment she and Dax lock lips, a mating bond emerges. Sierra sure as hell isn’t ready to share that intimate connection with a stranger and the thought of forever sends Dax running.

Before they can talk, the Tribe commanding the East Coast shifters arrives to settle the dispute. Dax and his brother’s punishment for their pack’s civil war is a free-for-all on their lands. Not only does he have to defeat his brother, but any challenger in the region. Despite Dax and Sierra’s initial resistance, his wily charm relaxes her control-freak tendencies while her steadfast support bolsters his strength. Yet every new opponent places their newfound relationship under siege—one misstep, one wrong blow in the ring, and Dax could leave in a bodybag.


Sierra was spoiling for a fight.

She slammed into the Beaver Tavern’s door shoulder first, amber light spilling on her, and the scent of tobacco threading through the air when she entered. Wooden planks creaked under her boots from her tread as she quick-stepped to the oaken bar on the opposite side. Three things lit her match without fail—abusive assholes, idiots who didn’t use their turn signals and unannounced shifters moving in on her territory.

Inside, her beast snapped at its confines, begging her to shift, to take to the woods and keep running, never turning back. Except leaving wasn’t an option, not since she’d become alpha of the Red Rock pack years ago. Sounds of the bar in full swing washed over her, from the shouts and laughs of the regulars to the clunks of heavy pint glasses hitting the tables.

“Sierra, what’s up your ass?” Jeremiah called over from a table as a lazy smile reached his hazel eyes. Her Red Rock pack filled the whole bar, since humans kept their distance from predominantly shifter areas, and in this part of Pennsylvania few would come strolling in.

She flipped him the middle finger. “Shut it, Streaky,” she called back, garnering a couple of laughs from the pack. After Jer had gotten caught buck-ass naked, stumbling out of at least three different tents at the last Fourth of July party, the nickname had stuck. Sierra beelined to where Raven operated the taps, dispensing dew to this loud and crazy lot. Sierra’s body brimmed with unspent tension. Fight, fight, fight pounded through her, an untamable urge, and her wolf prowled inside her, restless. As alpha, her rank heightened her tether to the beast, already one step away from primal.

“Shot of whiskey,” she growled, needing to regain control. Needing the reset before she engaged with her pack. Raven blinked at her, those deep-set eyes warm and welcoming as she reached for the bottle of Jack. Strands of the bartender’s thick black hair drifted over her shoulder as she passed the drink over.

“Boss, go for the whole thing,” she said with an amused smile. The bottle hit the counter with a thump, reminding Sierra of the massive inventory piling up in the back. The day she’d won the title of alpha, she’d also earned herself ownership of this dive.

“Thanks,” she muttered before unscrewing the cap and taking a swig. The amber liquid sloshed around the bottle, burning once the whiskey hit her lips. She soaked in the bliss, in the five-second distraction from the territorial urges pushing her toward an aggression-fueled pissing contest. Her skin prickled, hackles raised from her earlier run—from the note that had turned this day from sunshine-speckled to hellish.

She sucked down another swig, the burn of alcohol spreading through her before she returned the bottle to the counter. One deep breath, then two, and she started to feel normal again. The beast snarled but backed down. Sierra plopped onto one of the worn leather stools and leaned forward, elbows digging into the polished oak counter. Her tank top was glued to her chest and her thick obsidian locks plastered to her cheeks and her neck. The sweltering heat that swept the region wasn’t helping her mood in the slightest.

A hand snaked out in front of Sierra to tug the bottle away as the seat beside her creaked.

“Need to go a couple of rounds?” Finn asked, his dark eyes dancing with amusement at her barely contained rage. “Whatever’s got your wolf snapping is hitting the rest of us too. I’m assuming a summer squall’s brewing.” The beta of her pack dominated the stool, tall, with the lithe muscle of an MMA fighter—fitting, since he taught kickboxing classes six days a week. He’d been her sparring partner for years, and even as a teenager, the bastard had played dirty, sand in the eyes and all.

“Storm’s ready to touch down,” Sierra muttered, slumping onto the counter. When it came to her pack, she made calls without hesitation—every member from the eldest to the littles had complaints, problems to solve or disputes and fights she managed. However, this problem was in a whole different category. “We’ve got new neighbors, and they’re of the pain-in-my-ass variety.”

“Neighbors like us?” Finn asked, beckoning Raven. She sauntered over, eyebrow lifted at being summoned that way. He tilted his head toward the taps, and she rolled her eyes before pouring him a pint. Sierra withheld her smirk, entertained by watching big dominant guys like Finn getting sassed back. All those powerful wolves didn’t make dating easy though, especially being alpha. As much as the guys liked to talk the talk of handling a woman more dominant than them, few could walk the walk. She swallowed age-old bitterness of the lesson she’d learned the hard way.

Before she could respond to Finn, the door of the bar creaked open, drawing her attention.

She hadn’t even turned around before her wolf started yanking at the chain, begging to come out. The scent hit her nose at once, not the familiar one of her Red Rock pack, but this unfamiliar one that brushed her fur the wrong way. Claws pricked out from her nails before she could stop herself, and she wasn’t the only one. A low growl emerged beside her as Finn picked up the foreign scent.

“Mislabeled the sign,” a cocky voice called from the door. “Should read ‘Doggie Daycare’ with the number of pups packed into this place.” The man’s eyes twinkled at his less-than-funny joke, and an amused grin spread on his face. He walked in with a graceful stride, the liquidity of his movements betraying his kind, as if a cat could ever disguise its nature. Chairs squeaked as folks leaped up, teeth bared and claws out as her Red Rocks prepared to rush the intruder. A blonde chick and a long-limbed toothpick of a guy strode in behind him with similar refinement to their movements.

Sierra barely controlled herself as she forced her claws back into place. Out of everyone, she had to rein in her beast because she carried the responsibility of an entire pack on her shoulders. “You’d figure with so many pups under one roof, a kitty cat wouldn’t be stupid enough to wander in.”

“Oh, you know, curiosity and all that.” His white teeth gleamed against his tanned skin. “You folks give the warmest welcomes to newcomers.”

Author Information

Strong women. Strong words.

Katherine McIntyre is a feisty chick with a big attitude despite her short stature. She writes stories featuring snarky women, ragtag crews, and men with bad attitudes—high chance for a passionate speech thrown into the mix. As an eternal geek and tomboy who’s always stepped to her own beat, she’s made it her mission to write stories that represent the broad spectrum of people out there, from different cultures and races to all varieties of men and women. Easily distracted by cats and sugar.

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14 October 2018

Blast From the Past...Spotlighting "The Treasure Hunters" by Beth D. Carter!

When the stock market crashes on October 29, 1929, it doesn’t take long for Ruby Talcott to lose everything. Her father’s shipping legacy slips through her fingers. Alone, destitute, she packs up her two best friends Eden and Merridie, and takes them to England for a new life.
Working in her family’s warehouse of unclaimed cargo, she foils a plot to steal a map. But this isn’t just any map…it’s to a lost pirate treasure. Ruby takes the map for herself and convinces Eden and Merridie to go with her to find the priceless treasure.
She finds Captain Sinclair Dardon, a man also hit hard by the economic turn, to sail them towards adventure. But Ruby didn’t count on her wild attraction to the handsome Captain. Nor did she expect he has his own bad guys hunting him.

Q & A

1.       Did you plot this book out or write wherever an idea took you?

      Actually, I had originally written this story as a screenplay I wrote years ago. Once upon a time, I had wanted to be a screen writer in Hollywood, until I realized how stifling it was. I couldn't curb my imagination like that, so I decided to go back to my first love...novel writing. 

2.       What was your hardest scene to write in this book?

       I had originally written the three females with a kickass modern feel, in a semi-nod to Xena Warrior Princess. While that might have worked in a cheesy Sci-Fi movie, it didn't really translate well. So I had to tone them down, and it was difficult to make Noah, Merridie and Eden worthy of their journey.

3       Do you believe a book cover plays an important role in the selling process?

       I do. When I got the acceptance letter for publication, I didn't know how the cover artist was going to incorporate not only the treasure hunt but the time period (1930).  I was blown away by how beautiful it is! 

4.       Any advice you would like to give to your younger self?                                                                    
       Learn the difference between passive and active voice, how NOT to write independent moving body parts, and just keep at it. Today's book publishing is all about your backlog. Have fun and make lots of writing friends along the way.

She was vaguely aware her mouth dropped open. Before her wasn’t the typical scruffy-bearded, dirty boat captain. This man was young. And handsome. More butterflies fluttered in her stomach. He had short black hair that looked like he’d been running his fingers through it in aggravation. He needed a shave, but Ruby rather thought his slight whiskers enhanced his looks rather than detracted. Although he looked tough, he had kind eyes––blue maybe, or green. It was hard to tell in the muted lantern light. He was tall, muscular, and when their gazes met her heart stuttered in her chest.
“My name is Sin,” he said, introducing himself, although his gaze stayed locked upon her.
“Literally or figuratively?” Merridie asked dryly.
He winked at her. “Captain Sinclair Dardon. Who are you, and how may I help you?”
“I’m Ruby Talcott, and that’s Merridie Morgan and Eden Cariker. We need passage to Africa,” Ruby said, ignoring the odd excitement gripping her insides. Now was not the time to get distracted by a pretty face. Oh, but that was easier said than done, especially once he turned those hypnotizing eyes back her way.
“Why do you think I can help?”
“The registry office has you listed as heading to Africa this morning. We just need a ride.”
“I’m not a passenger ship.”
“We won’t be passengers,” Ruby insisted. “We can earn our way.”
The way his gaze traveled up and down her body had her blood heating up and leaving little doubt to what was going through his lascivious mind.
“This isn’t a whorehouse either,” he stated.

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12 October 2018

Discover Your Worth by Brenda A. Haire!

Hello Brenda!  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?

My book is nonfiction so my characters are real and boy are they characters!

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

It is not, but I do have a second book in the works!

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

My book, Save the Butter Tubs!: Discover Your Worth in a Disposable World (STBT) is a mix of memoir, biography, self-help and history. We need to come up with a new category name for that! The title is a metaphor. The book is not about recycling butter tubs even though that is a great idea!

Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer?

My strongest is that I am resourceful and understand the marketing side of being a writer. No matter how you are published, if you want readers, you have to market your work. My weakest time management, but I’m working on that! Now that my first book is done, I have a better sense of the time it takes to do all the tasks involved. I have a feeling book two will be a bit less time stressed.

Q) Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?

Original, but I think that is what readers want. My readers are looking for authenticity and transparency. 

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

Again, mine is nonfiction. I didn’t plan out all the stories that would go into the book or the people I’d discuss. I just let it develop. I was pleased with what came up. I’ve thought a bit more about this for the next book and will strategically plan some of my “characters.”

Q) Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book? 

Each book will stand alone, but the audience will be the same and possibly expand. Again, looking at the strategy of “character” and cover art.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I am currently in full promotion mode for STBT. I’ve got two launch parties planned and a book tour underway starting October 14th. My next project has been outlined, but my focus is writing the course and sermon series for STBT.

Over the years, I’ve jotted down many lessons, thoughts, and memories. I’ve been living with this book in mind and filtering everything that happens to me through this book. The best part about life’s distractions is that they are usually affirming your purpose. I stand in awe! When God put the desire in my heart to write back in 2003, I had no idea what the outcome would be. Still I don’t. He can do whatever He wants. I’m surrendering it all to Him. Interestingly, my desire never wavered over the fifteen years it took to write this book. As ideas came, I jotted them down in my journals, favorite writing apps, or whatever slip of paper I could find. Even though I wasn’t actively writing the book, it was writing itself.

Part of the reason I had to complete this project was for you, my reader, my friend. I don’t want you to wait to fully live.Unleash your potential! You don’t need to wait until next year, until things are “right,” or you have it “all together” to make the transformation. You only need this moment. Take time to reflect on the cost of not accomplishing what your heart desires. My deepest desire is to help you shine your light. It’s not enough that you see my light; you need to see your own. It’s there. You’re valuable. Your story matters. The role you play in the stories of others matters. 
Speaker, Coach, Author of
Save the Butter Tubs: Discover Your Worth in a Disposable World

Short bio: Brenda has been sharing transformative messages since 2006. Through her writing, coaching, and speaking, she serves the defeated, discouraged, and distracted. She’s been there. Through her transparency, she helps individuals move along their faith journey. It is a journey! Brenda’s passion is to help you live a life worthy of your calling. She values life experience, relationships, creativity, and continual learning.

She and her hubs (as she so lovingly refers to him on social media), Darren, are both military veterans. They love hiking and chasing waterfalls. They live in Texas with their beautifully blended family and their loyal Jack Russell, Maggie.

10 October 2018

A Fantasy Journey by Robert Lummus!

Hello Robert! Thank you for visiting Written Butterfly! So tell me...

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

            I have based a lot of my characters on people that I know in my personal life. When I create a character, I start by focusing on one part of their personality that caught my attention allowing the character to change as the story continues. A lot of the events my characters go through are inspired by actual events that I have witnessed in my everyday life.

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

            My story is based on the idea that all mythology from every culture is based on fact allowing me to incorporate different legends into my writing.

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

            I plan out a certain personality to introduce with the character, but I allow them to develop as the story continues.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

            I am working on book two of the Last Necromancer book series following the story of the necromancer in my first novel.


 A young man discovers his powers and a world hidden from ordinary people. He struggles to survive the mysterious dangers of this new world while struggling to learn more about the mysterious power that he wields while an unseen danger pursues him. Join him on his journey discovering mystical creatures and the true limit of his powers.

From the Author…
My story revolves around a young necromancer who discovers his powers, and is thrown into the dangers of the magical world by an unknown enemy. After the first fight for his life, he learns that the magical community sees him as a threat, and goes into hiding to learn more about his powers. In time , he will have to face the threats of the magical world, hiding the true source of his power, to find a place that he can belong while trying to discover more about his past and the mysterious enemy coming after him discovering that all mythology is based on reality.

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08 October 2018

Q & A with Kait Gamble on her NEW RELEASE!

Hello Kait!  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! Thanks for having me!

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

I’m a pantser so I generally make it up as I go. I usually start with a vague idea of characters, who they are, what they do, what they want and how I can keep them from getting it. From there they develop as the story does. There have been a few times where I’ve had the characters fully fledged and ready to go before even starting the story, but that’s pretty rare.

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

Sight is the second book in the Sensations series, a collection of non-connected stories based on, you guessed it, the senses. Sight takes place in Paris where two people connect after watching each other through their windows night after night. It starts off innocently enough but then heats up considerably…

Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer?

I think my strongest asset is that I can adapt quite quickly. Taking new ideas and information and making them work is fun for me. Like a puzzle. But it’s also my weakness because knowing where and when to stop can be a struggle.

Q) Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?

I do like to have each book stand on its own, but there are threads throughout a few that link them together. There are several stories where characters from one of my other books appear, they visit a few familiar places, companies that characters own show up in more than one book, familiar names pop up here and there…

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’m usually working on multiple projects, but at the moment I’ve prioritized work on a secret one that I hope I can reveal soon! All I can say at the moment is it’s exciting and has me in caffeine fueled writer mode. On top of that I’ve got two series going, Sensations and one that will be announced soon, two others and a YA series…looks a little insane when I write it out like that! Wish me luck!


Can you fall in love with someone you’ve never met?

Chloe has. Or, at least, she’s fallen into lust with the man who lives in the apartment opposite hers. Night after night they catch glimpses of each other going through their evening routines. But it’s a delicious surprise when things take a more salacious turn inviting her into a voyeuristic fantasy.
Mason can’t believe his luck that he’s found himself in what can only be described as the perfect relationship. Companionship, nightly stress relief, and all without having to deal with any drama. All he has to do is look across the way at the gorgeous siren in the window who’s more than happy to play along.

But what happens when watching no longer enough?


Chloe lifted her gaze to the building across the way. The fact that she could see directly into a few of the multipaned windows used to bother her, but now it helped with the loneliness of living alone in the city. Seeing others going about their lives had a soothing quality.

That was a predilection she’d never seen coming.

Sighing, she undid the tight bun her hair had been trapped in and shook it loose. As she massaged her scalp, Chloe caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye.

She turned to the window where her attention always seemed to be drawn—right across the way. 
They both had penthouses. He didn’t seem to feel the need to make use of curtains or blinds, while Chloe left hers open until she went to bed. It allowed her to see inside the rooms he inhabited. While she couldn’t see everything, she was close enough to witness what was happening as if it were a modular television.

There he was. Tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired, and so very sexy. Even across the distance, she could see that. Almost feel it. He exuded power and privilege. It was there in his bearing, the feline grace of his movements. But he was no weakling. He had the long lean body of someone who worked hard to maintain it. She could see from the way the clothing pulled on his skin as he moved that there were powerful muscles hidden beneath. Muscles she wished she could see right that moment.
He’d just gotten home from work, judging by his attire. He swiftly slipped off the jacket of his dark suit and slung it over the back of the couch. His tie quickly followed.

Chloe watched as he rolled up his sleeves to reveal sculpted forearms, and the movement of the muscle there as he undid the top buttons of his shirt. His body relaxed as he appeared to sigh with relief. She knew the feeling well.

He pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and dialed. Probably to order a meal just as she had.
Smiling, Chloe continued to linger near the window, dusting an already glossy wooden end table as an excuse. When she looked up again, she found him still speaking but staring out through his own window. Directly at her.
Caught, Chloe stood frozen. Their eyes stayed locked until she broke the stillness with a small wave. It was nothing more than the lifting of her hand, but she thought she saw a faint smirk as he nodded. Chloe smirked back. It seemed she’d made a friend.

She didn’t have time to dwell on it before there was a knock at her door.

Letting her gaze linger on him a moment longer, she turned to retrieve her meal from one of the beaming concierges. Thanking and tipping him, Chloe then headed back into the dimly lit room.
She took a portion of the food and put it on a plate, poured the wine, then she headed to the couch to enjoy her meal. Instead of turning on the television to hear nothing but doom and gloom in the world, she opted to turn on the stereo instead. The light jazz that filtered into the room was perfect for her mood. After the day she’d had, it was all Chloe wanted.

She swayed along with the music as she enjoyed her noodles and pot stickers. It really was the simple pleasures that kept her going. Good food, beautiful home … all she needed now was good sex.
Chloe almost choked on her wine as she snorted at the thought. Not likely.

The city might have been filled with handsome men but none of them had truly caught her attention. Her gaze was drawn across the way again.
None except him.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him regarding the city under him in the manner of a king surveying his kingdom. Who was he? What did he do? He was obviously quite well off to be living where he was. Maybe he was a model? An actor?

Chloe shook her head. Not with those suits and regular hours. He was like clockwork. Just as she was. She pictured him in a boardroom commanding attention, everyone cowering from him. He’d be a terror in the office and a demon in bed. Did he have a soft side? Maybe one only that special someone saw?
Huffing a laugh, she stuffed a pot sticker into her mouth. Not that she’d ever find out.
When she lifted her gaze again, she found he’d grown two more arms. They wrapped around his chest from behind, the red nails clawed into his pecs, the need in the person they belonged to quite evident. When had she arrived?

The stab of jealousy was a surprise. The man wasn’t hers. Who he got naked with certainly had nothing to do with her.
She did watch with great interest as he turned to grip her face in his hands and devoured her mouth with a ferocity that Chloe herself had never experienced. She could feel the heat as if she’d been the once he’d kissed.
The darkness of the room enveloped her, the food forgotten. Everything but the two people lost in each other dropped from existence. Entranced, Chloe could do nothing but watch them.



An inveterate traveler, Kait has set foot on three continents and has the other four on her bucket list (yes, even Antarctica). Until she can see them all, she writes romances that take readers to far flung locales, often to places she’s been or hopes to one day go. For now, she’s settled in England where she spends most of her time plotting, scribbling ideas on every available scrap of paper and trying out dialogue on her cat.

07 October 2018

Blast From the Past...Spotlighting "Lost Until You" by Kimberly Daniels!

Camryn Singer never imagined that she would return to the place where she lost everything. To grant a dying wish, she and her young son make the move back to the small Jersey beach town where she grew up, hoping to somehow find the missing pieces of her life. Determined to keep her heart guarded, the last thing she needs is the force that is sexy surfer, Cole Stevens, literally slamming into her life.

Struggling against growing feelings for Cole, Camryn tries to focus on life with her son. But when Cole picks the lock to her heart, Camryn knows he might be the one to change everything. Just when Camryn thinks she’s finally finding her happiness, a ghost from the past comes back to haunt her.

Camryn must now decide between letting Cole stand with her in the fight for her life, or staying lost in the pain of the past.

Q & A

1.       Did you plot this book out or write wherever an idea took you?

I tend to always start by just writing. As the story starts to take form, I tend to plot out each chapter. However, more times than not I travel completely off the plot as new ideas spring to mind.

2.       What was your hardest scene to write in this book?

The surf scenes were no doubt the hardest to write. To understand the lingo and be able to use it in the story was a challenge. Also, just the overall art of the sport was all so new to me. Meeting with and learning from surfers definitely made it a little easier, though!

3.       Any advice you would like to give to your younger self?

I would tell my younger self to be more patient. I’ve found that things happen at their own pace and always when they’re supposed to happen. This novel’s book life began four years ago, and I wish I could’ve been more patient and less crazed. I have no doubt that I’ll be tapping into that patience in the future!


I start to graze my hands over his arms, tracing his tattoo of a rose within a cracked heart with my fingers. My need for him is screaming over my rational side, which tells me to slow it down. But I want every part of his body over and over again, and if I don’t get it, I might just explode. I have to let Cole know there is nothing more I crave right now than our bodies intertwined together as we discover what can make us moan and the places that will cause us to scream.

“Did I ever tell you how sexy you are, Mr. Stevens?” I whisper into Cole’s ear.

Either  Cole is stunned by my forwardness or planning a way to get me on my back like he promised before, his stroking hands freeze on my waist. His comforting gaze transforms into a hunger that needs to be fed. I watch as a seductive smirk appears on his face. In a husky voice, he warns, “I think I already told you what I’d do to you if you called me that again?”

“Hmm… I think I might remember that. Maybe I’m just waiting for you to follow through.” I hold his gaze and plant a soft kiss on his lips.

He tilts his head and cocks his eyebrow, suggesting that he is going to take my challenge. Sweeping my legs out from under me, Cole floats me over to the oversized lounge chair and gently places me down on my back. He slowly crawls up and kisses each part of me until he reaches my lips.

While he teases every inch of my body,  my hands are weaving through his hair, feeling the short silky strands beneath my fingers. Every time his lips touch my skin, I tug at his hair and a moan would rise in his throat.

I pull his mouth to mine and savor the taste of him. My hands leave his hair and run down the lines of his carved chest, tracing around his nipples. Feeling the hairs rise from his skin, I travel further south over the ridges of his stomach muscles and then slowly slide my hands under the waistband of his shorts. I let them teeter there and tease him to arousal.

“God, Cam, you’re gonna kill me.” He runs his tongue down my neck and over the exposed part of my stomach, cupping his hand over my core. He murmurs in between contact. “I. Need. This. Right. Now.”

With a sigh, I beg, “Please, Cole … take it … take me.”