29 September 2014

Book Recommendation - Olivia Cunning


Perhaps I'm the silliest person on the planet but I totally missed these books when they first came out.  I'm slightly glad, because I was able to buy them all at once and devour, but how the fuck did I miss this amazing author and these amazing books?

So from what I read, the books were published out of order.  I actually read the fifth book, Double Time, first when I found it at a thrift store.  As a lover of menage, the rock star theme sounded amazing.  Let me tell you, I devoured that book!  Then I went back and bought the others in ebook, so now, all I want for Christmas are the paperback versions to put in my personal library.

Not only is the writing consistently great, but the humor inter spaced throughout the novels is amazing.  This series is about a rock band, Sinners, going out on tour and how each band member manages to find love.  Now, granted the premise has been done before, but this series is a step and leap above a lot of rock-n-roll romances.  I do have to point out that this an erotica, and the sex is unique, hot and often kinky.  If you don't think you can get your freak on, this series may be an eye opener in that department.

Each rocker is unique, and their voice is unique through each book.  Brian falls in love with an older woman.  Sed learns how not to be too controlling.  Jace's need for pain is satisfied through BDSM.  Eric shoots too soon.  And Trey finds a boy and a girl to satisfy his needs.  The dialogue is always witty and the narrative flows smoothly.  I have one book left to read, the Sinners at the Alter, and I'm done.  But I'll be damned sure to pick up Olivia Cunning's next book.  I'm happy to see that she has a backlog to purchase as well.  It's rare to find such a talented author and I'm so happy I found her book in that thrift store. 

Read Order:

Backstage Pass
Rock Hard
Hot Ticket
Wicked Beat
Double Time
Sinners at the Altar
Coming Soon: Sinners in Paradise

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24 September 2014

Thursday Taster...Recover Me (WIP)

 

This excerpt comes from a WIP that is more idea than actually plotted out, but the main character Bishop Cain keeps bugging me to write his story.  (I think he's anxious to claim his lady love!)

I've always been fascinated with where the mind can take us, and what is more romantic than a past life love?  If one believes in the notion of love at first sight then something has to be ingrained in our DNA, doesn't it?  I've already written one past life love story for the Dreams & Nightmare Anthology, but this one, titled Recover Me, will be a little more visceral.

I would LOVE feedback, positive and negative.  Thank you!
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At that moment, a bell dinged, alerting the spectators that the matches were getting ready to start.  This wasn’t the organized shit seen on television.  These fights were down and dirty and people bet huge amounts of money on them because anything went.  There were no referees.  Two men entered and one man dominated, and if the unlucky prick who lost happened to lose died of a consequence then so be it.  The prize money drew in contestants looking to make a name for themselves and only the best survived.  Watching the carnage was interesting, entertaining, and the brutality called to some latent warrior inside him.  He’d never get into the ring, but only because he made more money protecting the Boss.  It didn’t stop him from wanting to get inside the cage and bust some heads as the testosterone took him into a blood-fueled high.
Yet none of it registered this time as he looked at the girl.  She managed to fell him with one wide eyed glance from her pretty brown eyes.  The lights dimmed and suddenly he couldn’t see her.  She’d faded instantly and panic surged through him.  His hands closed into fists and every instinct in his body urged him to go find her, protect her.  Only his loyalty to the Boss held him back.
“Bring her to me,” the Boss ordered.
Bishop glanced down at him, surprise and suspicion suddenly streaking through his gut.  The only time the Boss ever wanted a girl was when he wanted to fuck her, and Bishop wasn’t sure he could stand by and let that happen.  He didn’t know her, and yet, his protective instinct surged immediately.
“Did you hear me, Cain?” the Boss demanded.  “Bring her to me.”

Bishop nodded and had one of the other bodyguards, Salvatore, take up his position as he left the private box.  He’d worked for Sherman Groto practically his whole life, starting when he tried pick pocking the man when he was a kid.  The up and coming mob boss had liked his audacity and spunk and had hired him as a runner.  Bishop had clawed his way up the proverbial ladder until he’d become Groto’s main bodyguard.  It had helped that once he’d hit puberty his body began filling out as he’d grown over six foot.  Through the years he worked to put on the muscle as well as developed his fighting skills.  Once he’d proven himself, he’d become invaluable to Sherman Groto. 
And never once, in all those years, had he ever questioned the Boss’s decisions.  Bishop had long ago lain to rest his conscious and morals, but now, with one command, he was ready to defy the one man who’d given him a purpose in life.  
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This was my inspiration for Bishop Cain.







23 September 2014

Planet Alpha - Defiance - Deleted Scenes

The cold of space has never been hotter.....



Jordan Kuper has lived her life in a human camp, hiding her gender for protection.  She knows how to fight and to take care of herself and her mother, but she is not prepared for the Xyran and human traitor who abduct her.

David Ballack and Laith have a plan and it involves taking a human female to the sex market.  But Jordan is a hell cat and doesn’t take kindly to being abducted.  She turns their lives upside down attempting to escape.

They are forced to stop for repairs and when Jordan finds a kidnapped Alphan girl, everything changes.  Now she has to get this little girl back to her parents, get herself back to Earth, and not fall in love with the two Xyrans who kidnapped her in the first place.

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1. This story came to me in a dream.  I clearly envisioned Jordan in the camp, hiding her identity and the story grew from there.  Originally, it started out as having two Xyrans, but there were technical problems having two Xyran men on this particular mission, so I switched the Xryan Davil into the human David.  

2. As I said, the first draft names had two Xyrans, and their names were Ten and Davil. There was a Jordan line that came to me, that I loved, but ultimately had to sacrifice:  "Great, I'm with a number and a demon."

3. There is a scene where she must fight her way out and save a little Alphan girl from the evil Xyrans, and the first go round had her breaking a chair over their heads (how cliched, eh?).  At the time, I was watching Fringe off Netflix and in one episode, the heroine kills one of her captors by making a so-called air gun from a bunch of machines.  So I thought I could "borrow" that idea.  Of course, I had to do a lot of research to see if that was even possible!  My editor loved the change and so that is how Jordan defeats her much stronger alien captors.

4.  In the original draft, Jordan is rescued by Alphan warriors after her escape with the Alphan child.  Here's the chilly reception that Davil (David) and Laith receive:


            A beeping alert sounded through the ship and Davil groaned.  “I’m beginning to hate this ship.”
            Davil hurried to the cockpit and a minute later Laith limped to his chair.
            “We have Alphans heading toward us,” Davil told him.  “Probably a patrol.”
            “Can you hail them?”
            Davil tried to contact them but they didn’t respond.  “No.  They might be in a shoot now ask questions later type of mood.”
            “All right.  Get us off here and pull back to neutral space.  We’ll contact the outpost directly.”
            Seconds later, they lifted off the planet surface.  The entire time they tried to contact the Alphan outpost but all they got was silence.  Even as they came right to the edge of Alphan territory there was absolute silence.
            “I don’t like this, Laith,” he muttered.
            “Nor do I.”
            Davil kept sending out hails until he began contemplating doing something really reckless like storming an fortified Alphan base.  And then finally, they got a response.  As the connection went through, a haughty Alphan stared coldly back.
            “We’re looking for a human female named Jordan,” Laith said by way of a greeting.  “Perhaps you-”
            “Jordan Kuper is no longer your concern,” the Alphan stated coldly. 
            “Excuse me?” Davil demanded.  His blood ran cold at the thought that something happened to her.  He began to doubt the idea of letting her go off on her own.
            “As compensation for her brave return of the Alphan child, her request to go back to Earth has been granted.  If you try to enter Alphan territory again, you will be gunned down.”
            The viewscreen blinked out, leaving Davil and Laith staring at it in shock. 
            “What shall we do, Laith?”
            “We’re going to get our mate back,” Laith said, a promise in his voice.


 
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21 September 2014

Bethany-Kris Visits With Her Sexy New Book!



Hello Bethany-Kris!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  What a gorgeous cover for your release, Spray Paint Kisses!

*waves*

Hi there! Thanks for having me on today. And yes, the cover for Spray Paint Kisses is really great. Sour Cherry Designs did such an awesome job with it. I was so impressed considering my mind did a huge blank when asked what I wanted on it.


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

I don’t usually get the chance to dream up anything about my characters. They are all entities of their own making inside my head. One day they’re not there, the next, they are. When they are, they start talking. How old they are, what they look like, and the things they like/do. That sort of thing. They’re very insistent about having their story told the way they want it told, right down to dialogue and prose. Every character is different, some are more persistent than others. The only thing I ever really get to pick about my characters is their names, and I find that to be the hardest part.

Spray Paint Kisses wasn’t much different when it came to this. Gage was inspired by a young man in my hubby’s hometown, where the story actually takes place, and Summer was the pretty blonde on his arm, trying to find a place to call home.

Q) Are you, yourself an artist?  What drew you to the world of graffiti art?

I think being an author of fictional romances makes me an artist of one form. I certainly have a drive and desire to create with words, characters, and stories. I want people to feel something, experience the world I created, when they pick up my work. Writing is just my way of being creative and exploring the sometimes darker places inside my mind.

Graffiti art, or street art (really depends on who you ask), is something I’ve long since had a high respect for. When I lived in the city, it was everywhere, and new pieces could pop up overnight. Some pieces were less than stellar, and other tags were breathtakingly amazing. I always wondered who these artists were behind the work, but that’s kind of the culture of street art—or a part of it, anyway—being anonymous. Having the ability to get in, do the piece, and get out without ever being seen. I think that’s what really drew me in—the culture of it all. Learning the lingo and the rules, so to speak. Artists who have been deemed by other artists that their work is exceptional and practically untouchable are known to be called “Kings” and some even tag their work with that title instead of their own names. You can’t be deemed a King by just anyone, but only by another artist who has been given that respective title. There are some other interesting things, too, like the artists who strive to use only colors of spray paint that is no longer in production because it gives their work that much more of an original tag.

I have a Pinterest board dedicated to graffiti art and other inspiration for Spray Paint Kisses that features some of my favorite pieces I’ve found while scouring the internet for artists and their work.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Well, in late October, I will be self-publishing the final book in my Russian Guns series, titled The Score. Currently I’m focusing on getting the editing done for that and designing cover art … let’s not forget formatting.

Besides that, not much. My third son is due mid-November, and I’ve decided to take a couple of months break after The Score comes out to welcome my son into the world and give him the one on one time he needs with me, his brothers, and his father. So, a mini-vacation, I guess. From publishing, anyway. I do plan to keep writing. I have a WIP that is almost finished about a Navy SEAL and his estranged wife, and I also started another contemporary mafia series titled The Filthy Three that I hope to begin publishing starting with book one Filthy Ruins in January. I haven’t planned much further than those things. Ha ha.

Thanks so much for having me!

Spray Paint Kisses by Bethany-Kris
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, New Adult
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: August 20th, 2014
Length: 26k – Short Story

Blurb:
He’s left his mark everywhere. She’s still trying to find a place to leave hers.

Gage Masselin is a graffiti artist whose life has revolved around his art, and focused entirely on his career. He’s never needed a muse to get his inspiration flowing, so when an unexpected blonde-haired beauty knocks him out of his zone, he knows he’s in trouble.

Summer Davey is just a traveling girl with a gypsy’s soul. The one constant she has is her need to keep moving on. She’s never stayed in one place long enough to plant roots, never mind finding a man with spray paint kissing the tips of his fingers to make her heart beat faster.

She inspires him. He’s the first thing to ever feel like home.

Sometimes the hardest things to find in love and life are the easiest to lose.

Excerpt:
“Isn’t that illegal?”

Gage Masselin nearly dropped the aerosol paint can when he heard the feminine voice. Whenever he was in the middle of creating a tag, he was in the zone. There were no sounds but the constant whoosh of the spray paint can’s nozzle and his rhythmic breathing. No distractions took him away from his art.

Well, usually.

Turning on his heel, Gage forgot about the black and white bandana he still wore around his lower face as a shield from the paint fumes. The material muffled his surprise as he came face to face with the prettiest damned thing he’d ever seen in his twenty-two years of life.

Long waves of golden hair were tied off to the side in a messy braid, falling over her front. There wasn’t a lick of makeup on her clear peaches and cream complexion. Standing in gladiator style sandals, ripped up jean shorts, and a faded band T-shirt, the girl could have been just about anyone.

Except she couldn’t. Gage’s tiny New Brunswick hometown was a blink and you’d miss it kind of place. Growing up in Plaster Rock gave him the ability to know everyone, even if he didn’t officially live there fulltime anymore. Thing was, people moved away, new people didn’t move there.

Everybody knew everyone else, or they thought they did. Gage didn’t know this girl.

“Uh …”

The girl smirked before waving in Gage’s direction. “Your face.”

His face?

What?

“My—”

Instantly, Gage realized what the girl meant. The bandana still covered the lower part of his face, including his mouth. He probably looked like some little hoodrat hiding in the alley, tagging the shit out of the high school library’s wall.

No wonder she thought he was doing something illegal.

Tugging down the bandana so it rested around his throat, Gage offered the girl a shrug in explanation. “Sorry, habit to wear it. I usually don’t have company when I’m painting, so no reason to have my mouth free to chat.”

“You mean an accomplice, right?”

“No, I mean company,” Gage replied with a smile.

“I didn’t realize graffiti had become legal.”

Oh, this girl had balls, or she just liked breaking them. Either way, Gage liked that.

“It’s not. That’s probably why I spent two years in juvenile hall.”

“Wouldn’t be juvie now, though.”

“No,” Gage said. “It’d be the pen. Good thing it’s legal. I’m not looking to spend any more time in a lockup.”

The girl still didn’t look convinced.

“Honest, sweetheart. See …” Gage pointed at the piece of official paper taped to the brick wall. If a cop happened to stop by, all he had to do was refer to that permit. “Gives me the right to be here slumming up this wall with my work. The school commissioned me to do the piece. It’s all on the legal side of things, promise.”

A small hand rested on her jutted out hip. The action caused Gage to let his eyes wander down the expanse of her creamy thighs and wonder if they felt as smooth and silky as they looked. They probably did. He bet she’d taste like salt, skin, and sin.

Shit, how short were those jean shorts of hers, anyway?

Short enough that they made Gage’s mouth a little dry just from staring.

Fucked, that’s what he was, and he didn’t even know her name.

“If you say so,” the girl mused.

Gage couldn’t help but tease. “What would you have done if I said it was illegal? Call the cops?”

“Nope.”

“That’s it?”

She smiled a blinding sight. “That’s it. It is pretty.”

“Uh, thanks?”

“You’re welcome.”

With one more glance at the bare bones of the mural just beginning to take form, the girl turned to leave. Gage was positive his heart leaped into his throat, creating a lump his words couldn’t make their way by.

“Wait!”

The darkened blue of her eyes glittered as she stared back. “Yeah?”

Gage forced himself to swallow the nerves beginning to form in his throat. Nervousness wasn’t like him at all. “You didn’t tell me your name.”

“You didn’t tell me yours, either.”

“Gage. It’s Gage.”

“Summer.”

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Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother of two young sons, two cats, and two dogs. Between barking dogs, snuggling cats, playing children, and a spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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16 September 2014

Q & A with Jorja Lovett!



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

Thanks for having me!

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

A) Andie came to me first, all buttoned up and seemingly incapable of having fun. I think there are elements of me in her. She's very misunderstood and beneath her tough shell she's a sweetheart. Of course, she needed someone to spar with, and who better than a hunk who lives life on the edge? Matt is full of mystery and it takes one determined lady to unravel the secrets which motivate his adrenaline-filled lifestyle.

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

A) I make sure I'm in my comfy clothes – yoga pants and sweatshirt - before I settle down to write. I have four important writing tools: notebook, pen, tea, and chocolate. And a quiet room away from two teenage boys is a must!

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

A) I've just released Pyramid of Passion, which is a time travel romance back to Ancient Egypt. I'm also working on a shifter m√©nage story which seems to have stalled now I've reached the bedroom…
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Seduced by the Daredevil – Jorja Lovett
Thanks for hosting me today, and sharing in the release new madness! Seduced by the Daredevil is available now and is a bit of a departure from my usual style. It started life as a medical romance, but there are definitely moments of rom com in there, as you can see from the excerpt…
Blurb
Sparks fly when 'Miss Stuffy Knickers' Andrea Bolan meets her match in daredevil Matt King. There's nothing quite like a passionate kiss to motivate a girl to jump off a building in the name of charity. With her inhibitions left far behind she begins to see the benefits of no-strings fun and sets her sights on her sexy abseiling instructor, but things don't go exactly to plan. 

Adrenaline junkie Matt fights his demons by living his life on the edge and an uptight dietitian definitely isn't his usual type. But, when they're thrown together at work there's no denying the chemistry. Lust is easy for him to deal with, but he doesn't do commitment. 

A sizzling affair catches them both by surprise but if they're not careful their pasts might just cost them any chance of future happiness. 

Excerpt
Matt was eternally grateful he had bought the apartment close by, overlooking the River Lagan. He had enough trouble keeping his hands off Andrea for the duration of the five-minute journey. Small talk with a driver in no obvious hurry was the last thing he wanted, with seduction on his mind. He held it together until they pulled up outside the apartment block.

"Cheers, mate." He threw a few notes through the window and pulled a giggling Andrea from the passenger seat.

Lust fuelled their journey and they half-ran to the entrance of the exclusive new complex. The few steps leading to his front door were taken in such a frenzied rush to reach their destination that Andrea stumbled on those impossibly high heels.

"Are you okay?" On autopilot, he knelt down to her crumpled position on the step and carefully removed her shoe to check for any swelling.

"I'm fine." She giggled again and held up the broken heel of her shoe.

"Thank goodness that's the only casualty," he said, and swept her, and the broken stiletto, up into his arms to carry her the rest of the way. With one hand fiddling with the lock and the other cradling Andrea close to him, who said men couldn't multitask?

Once inside, he set her back onto her feet and closed the door shut with the force of his body pinning hers against it. He wanted her naked, and that damn sweater which had teased him all day needed to go. Andrea didn't resist when he lifted it to reveal the bounty beneath, but tugged at his T-shirt in response until pressing his naked skin to hers became as necessary as breathing. He impatiently hiked her top higher to strip her completely of it.

"Hold on a sec." Andrea's muffled voice came from the tangle of blue wool wedged around her head. He yanked until her head popped free, leaving that once-silky hair a veritable bird's nest.

"That's better," she said. "Now you."

He broke contact to get rid of the barrier, and those few seconds let him drink in the sight of her. In a white bra and jeans, hair mussed, and lips swollen from his tending, she was a far cry from the priss-miss he'd first encountered.

Man, what a turn-on.

The rapid rise and fall of her chest mesmerized him, but restrictive cotton denied him the full effect of her voluptuous cleavage. Eager to free her from all conservative binds, his fingers sought to unhook the fastening of her bra. A well-rehearsed tug and flick failed to open the catch, and he distracted her with a passionate kiss while he worked on it. First with one hand, then with two, he pushed and pulled to no avail.

Finally, he had to admit defeat. "I can't get this bloody thing open, Andie."

Resisting the urge to rip it off, Matt waited while she reached to undo it herself. She whipped her underwear off to release her pert breasts into view, and slung it in his direction. The bra catapulted directly into his face, the tail end popping him in the eye. Instinctively he clutched his eye and stifled a verbal wince.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Through a watery haze, he saw her hand fly to her mouth in horror.

"Don't worry, Andie. It's not your fault." He tried to blink back the watery sting to ease her guilt, but full apology mode had already kicked in.

"That was a stupid thing to do. I don't know what I was thinking."

His one good eye saw her bend to retrieve the makeshift weapon. She stood up and accidentally head-butted him between the legs, his groin suffering the next hit. His tongue nearly didn't make it either, he bit it so hard to stop from crying out. The crippling agony doubled him in two and he fought to breathe through it. When, oh when, had his tried and tested methods of seduction turned into a comedy of errors?

"Why don't we take this somewhere safer? Like the bedroom?" he asked in shallow bursts amid ragged breaths.

Andrea placed a self-conscious arm across her chest and limped to his bedroom, one foot shoeless and the other wobbling on a stiletto. He followed when the ache down below receded enough to allow movement.

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15 September 2014

Evie Jayne Talks About her New Paranormal Romance!



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

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

Hi Beth, thanks heaps for having me visit today.

As Scar Tissue is the second book in an ongoing series, I had already had glimpses of my  hero and heroine in the first book. It was challenging to develop them in keeping to what had been revealed of their personalities in book one. I often find that my character's begin with just a seed and it's during the writing process that they begin to tell me who they are.


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

I'm a mum, work evenings and have two horses that need a lot of care, so I don't really have time to wait for the right frame of mind. I have to snatch time when it's available. I tend to carry a note book and jot down snippets of scenes or dialog, so that when I do make it to the computer I have work to transcribe. This will usually get me started. It's harder when I sit down cold, with nothing.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?


Ooh, so many! I'm a person that often has a few projects on the go. Though one will always be my main focus. At the moment I'm working on the first few chapters of the third book in the Dominion series, a stand alone urban fantasy and the first book in a new series that has been knocking on my door for a year or so now. I'm also considering doing some more study in Creative writing. I enjoy learning the skills that go into our craft and the challenge of improving my work.
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Hi and thanks for having me to visit. I'm thrilled to be here.
I'm excited to be celebrating the release of my second full length PNR novel.
Scar Tissue is the second book in my Dominion Series and has been long in the making. I'm very proud to be presenting it.

A single black and white photo was the inspiration that finally broke through my writers block and got me restarted. I'd written several beginnings to Scar Tissue, none of which were working. The photo in question(which I've sadly lost) was of a woman holding a man against a rough brick wall. It got me thinking. Why does she need to be in control? Why does he voluntarily submit to her? And so the basis of my characters relationship was formed. 




Blurb:
            Caden James is a rare subspecies of vampire. That’s bad enough, but it’s only going to get worse. The 2nd maturation is almost upon him, when he will fall into the Dark Dominion. Unless he can find the female fated to save his soul.
            Sounds simple, find her and stop his descent into horror.
            Except with Parry O’Morrigan, nothing is simple.
            Parry’s past has scarred her physically and psychologically, leaving her with a bone deep fear of vampires. Until she crosses the path of a fanged warrior who sets her blood on fire.
            Thrown together, the pair track the creator of a new breed of zombie. As the hunt heats up, so does the passion between them. Can Parry overcome her past, or will she let the Dark take him?
            Even if she can, Cade’s fate may yet destroy the only female he’s ever cared about.
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            Lust and aggression shifted under his skin. He needed to get her under him, to mark her and make her his. Her near death at the hands of the revenant had stripped away much of the control. Bloodlust roiled through him.
He fought to keep from baring his throbbing fangs at her. He had to be sane about this. His nature could not be the leader in this confrontation.
            “You’re hurt,” he said and forced himself to take a step back from her, and then another. All he wanted was to close the gap between them. Her chin jerked in acknowledgment, but she lifted one black brow in a blas√© arch.
He shifted forward, unable to stop himself, the pull towards her magnetic. Her blade rose, pointed straight at his throat. He was fully aware that with a flick of that fine boned wrist could part his head from his neck. The thought made him smile. Wild sidhe, dangerous female.
            “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.
Memories of her body pushed hard against his in that alley three weeks ago flickered in his mind. The feeling of her small muscular back against his chest, her ass pressed into the ache between his thighs. He growled low in his chest.
            “You sure?” she said.
            With infinite care he lowered his own sword. When the bloodstained tip scraped on the ground he released the handle. It clattered on the gravel with a metallic ring. Sometimes actions were better than words.
            “What else?” she said. He shuffled his left foot forward and let her see the hilt of the dagger in his boot sheath.
            “Get rid of it.”
            He bent slowly, feeling her gaze follow his movement. After tossing the blade at her feet he stood up.
            “What else?” she repeated.
            He had to smile, even though he knew it exposed his fangs to her. Not like she wasn’t fully aware of what he was anyway. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be lightly armed. Hell, her sisters had taught the Abstainer soldiers.
He pulled his coat back from his shoulders, exposing the harnesses that were strapped to his chest, hips and thigh. He unsheathed blade after blade and tossed them at her feet like a deadly offering. Apt, his bloodstained hands were all he had to give her. No gentleness, no reverence or refinement. Those things weren’t in him.
            He was a curse, murder on two legs, death with a vampiric heartbeat. He didn’t deserve her, but he would have her anyway. He needed her to save what little was left of his soul.
As he laid the last blade at her feet she nodded, but one of her twin swords stayed pointed in his direction. Cade fought the urge to knock it away and cross the ground between them. Not the right time for that. He’d fucked it up the first time he’d met her, manhandling her body as if he had the right. Then losing it on the revenant tonight. Could he have done anything to make it any clearer what he was?
            “I remember you, Abstainer,” she said.
            His lips curled. Good, that was good.




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11 September 2014

Sexy New Fantasy "Dark Rider" by Elizabeth Monvey

Welcome to Elizabeth Monvey!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly again!  You're no stranger to the questions!

I love questions!  Especially when I can blab about my favorite thing...my stories!  So thank you for giving me an opportunity to promote my book, Dark Rider.  Perhaps you can come visit my brand new blog soon!



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

 This story was originally part of a larger fantasy book I wrote some time ago.  The character names were all different too.  I took this part of the book and tried to modify it for Evernight's Planet Alpha series, but they said no thanks.  They did, however, want me to convert it back to the fantasy story and offered me a contract based on the original material.  Maybe later on I can use the other half of that book.  

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

I have to be clear headed.  If I'm angry, or upset, or hungry, or distracted by a television show, then I can't focus.  So I listen to instrumental music.  Presently, I'm on a Celtic Music kick.  

Q) What are your upcoming projects? 

I have the next book in the "My Boyfriend Is..." series being released next week!  This one is called "My Vampire Boyfriend".  After that will be "My Alien Boyfriend".  Presently, I'm writing the next in that series.  

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Blurb for Dark Rider:


When Lord Hark is stabbed, his uncle, the Govenor of Eyvindar, hires a Mercenary to protect his heir.  Hark resents having a babysitter but when he meets Cax he’s unprepared for the spark of attraction between them.

Cax is a Mercenary, living by the code of his Guild.  He is hired to protect Hark, even though it seems Hark’s biggest enemy is himself as he drowns in moon-ivy wine every day.  But Cax can’t deny his attraction to the warrior, nor can he deny his attraction to Hark’s loyal servant, Alisander.

Alisander has been by Hark’s side almost his whole life.  He is in love with him, but when he meets Cax he sees a future away from the servant life he’s been confined to. 

They are from different aspects in life but manage to find love.  Yet they need to discover the threat moving in on Hark, before it’s too late.


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Excerpt:

“If you keep staring at me,” Cax muttered to him, “I’m going to have to hurt you.”
Alisander grinned. “New to Eyvindar, eh?”
“Does it matter if I am?”
“Passing through?”
Cax finished his drink and rose from the bar. "Poro," he called out, ignoring Alisander. "I'll take a room for the night."
The barkeep came over and held out his hand for the coin, which Cax gave him without counting. He figured it was enough when Poro beamed and gave him a quick nod. "Don't worry about a thing, Cax. You come back when you want. The room is waiting for you." He jerked his head to a corner. "Up the stairs, first door on the right."
Cax's fist bounced on the bar once to seal the bargain, and then he turned and started out. To his annoyance, the redhead was right on his heel. Even though he felt wildly attracted to him, for some unknown reason, the last thing he wanted to do get involved with someone while on a mission, and especially with someone so young.
"Why are you following me?" he asked over his shoulder.
"I'm just walking myself out as well," Alisander nimbly replied.
"Then, when we reach outside I expect you to go your way and I shall go mine."
"Unless your way and my way happen to be the same way."
Cax growled under his breath, and when they did indeed emerge onto Winemaker Row, in the blink of an eye, he had Alisander backed against the wall, his hands held prisoner within his own and thrust above his head. The position was meant to put him at a disadvantage, but Cax instantly saw his mistake. Without realizing it, he’d brought their bodies flush up against each other, and he couldn’t help but to grind his pelvis into the younger man, making sure he felt his hard cock so he’d know exactly what he was dealing with.
“What—”
“Shush,” Cax ordered, leaning forward a little to get a sniff of his scent. There was something sweet and intoxicating, and Cax couldn’t help but moan at the aroma. He had the urge to bite, to take, and that was something he’d never experienced before.
“Cax?” Alisander asked a bit breathlessly.
“Who are you?” Cax asked, feeling all shades of confusion over his powerful attraction. 

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