28 July 2015

Sabrina Page LUKE Cover Reveal!

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  Cover Reveal Title: LUKE (West Bend Saints, #3) Author: Sabrina Paige Genre: New Adult Release: August 2015 synopsis2   
  Luke Saint F**k being good. I won’t be tamed. There are three things in life I’m damn good at: f**king, jumping out of planes, and chasing forest fires. And definitely not with someone like Autumn Mayburn. She's uptight, smart-mouthed, and hell, she has a kid. Did I mention she’s ten years older than me? There are a million reasons I shouldn't touch her. F**k all of those reasons. The single mom with the smokin’ hot body and the sass to match is going to be mine.  

  Autumn Mayburn There’s nothing on this earth I despise more than a bad boy. Especially an infuriatingly cocky, womanizing, oozes-sex-from-every-pore bad boy. I’m a mom. A businesswoman. I have responsibilities. The last thing I need is to get laid and played by Luke Saint. He thinks that just because he saved my orchard from a fire, he can tell me how to run it. He thinks he knows what I need, what I crave. The problem is, I think he might be right.   LUKEcover       goodreadsx https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25518250-luke?from_search=true&search_version=service teasers2 LUKEteaser1
LUKEteaser2 LUKEteaser3   LUKEteaser4     excerpt Luke looks down at me, his blue eyes flashing. "You're damn uppity for someone who needs something from me." Someone who needs something from me. My mind flashes immediately to sex and I hate myself for it. "Uppity? I didn't ask you to come in here and cook. Or poke around my orchard." He leans in close to me. Too close. I can smell him, soap and aftershave, clean and masculine. "I wasn't poking around," he says, his voice low. "And if I did, you wouldn't be complaining." Heat rushes through me at the thought of Luke poking around anywhere, and I force the thought out of my head. "I don't need you. For the record." The way he looks at me makes me blush even harder. "We both know that's not true, Red," he says. "I don't," I say, unable to hide the irritation in my voice. "And this little charming flirting act of yours might work on girls your own age, but it doesn’t work on me." Luke grins. "So you admit it's charming, then?" "I said it was an act." "You said charming," he says, pulling coffee from his bag. "Now, can you make coffee, or is your coffee just as crap as your food?" I take the bag from his hand, groaning in frustration. "You don't have many friends, do you?" "I could ask the same thing of you, sweetheart," he says. "Why don't you make the coffee and then get out of my kitchen?" "It's my kitchen," I say as I fill the pot with water. "And you're working for me. Apparently. Which we haven't even discussed. Aren't you concerned it's slightly inappropriate, cooking your employer breakfast?" Luke walks up behind me, his hand on the side of the sink. His breath is warm on the back of my neck, and I swear that as soon as it hits my skin, I stop breathing. My heart thumps loudly in my chest, and the water overflows from the coffee pot, running down the sides of the glass and over my hands, but I don't move. Luke reaches around me with his other hand, shutting off the water. His arm grazes my shoulder and sends a jolt of electricity runs through my body. "This is nowhere near inappropriate, Red," he whispers, his voice barely audible against my ear. "Inappropriate would be if I cooked you breakfast in the morning, after you came on my tongue the night before." I swallow hard, my heart beating so fast I swear it's going to beat right out of my chest. Then he walks back to the counter, nonchalant like he didn't just talk about me coming on his tongue, and busies himself with preparing breakfast. I stand at the sink for a moment, my hand gripping the edge tightly, and when I glance over at him, he looks at me and winks. Damn it, I think. Hiring him is a very bad idea.   authorbio2
Sabrina Paige writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha males who love them. Outlaw bikers, cowboys, and military men make her swoon. She has found her own happily ever after with her active duty military husband and adorable toddler. If you sign up for my mailing list, I promise not to spam you! But I will send you advance notification before I launch my next book, so that you can get it at a discounted price! Use this link to subscribe: https://tinyletter.com/sabrinapaigeromance You can also find me at www.sabrinapaigeromance.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sabrina-Paige/1503278426560082 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8182909.Sabrina_Paige?from_search=true Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sabrina-Paige/e/B00JYH2V7K/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432437135&sr=8-1-spell Twitter: http://twitter.com/SabrinaPaigeRom   West Bend Series:   eliascover   silascover   jomppromotions

26 July 2015

Michelle Roth visits with Book 1 in her Diamond and Diamond series!

Welcome back, Michelle! Thanks so much for coming back to Written Butterfly!

Hi there, everyone! I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to introduce my latest release, Slow Burn. This is the second in my Romance on the Go series, Diamond and Diamond Private Investigators. In this sexy installment you'll get to know Rick Diamond. He's the driving force behind Diamond and Diamond.

Rick is painstakingly dedicated to his job. When the CEO of Cynertex contacts him about a case of corporate espionage, he goes undercover in a science lab to find out who's selling company secrets. All hell breaks loose when he realizes that he's falling for his main suspect!


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

It happens in strange ways. Sometimes I'll be sitting in the car and things will just come to me. Other times, a conversation with hubs will shake something loose in my brain. Suddenly I'm typing away furiously in my cell phone. Hubs and I were caught in traffic behind a bus. In our area there are these ads for Diamond and Diamond.. but they're attorneys. We were just rambling and I said, “That sounds more like a couple of slick private eyes, ya know?” From there we started riffing. Thus, Rick Diamond was born. :)

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

I try to keep my books as close to real life as I can. There are paranormal elements obviously, but I wanted the characters to feel genuine and true to life. As for what bleeds over into my personal life, some of the characters are loosely based on people I know. In other words, don't make me mad or you may die in my books ;)


Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Right now I've got three open series that I'm working on. The Transfigured Ones, focuses on a world where vampires live out in the open with humans. The Darkness Calls is the first in the series. The follow up, Bite Me is my current work in progress. I hope to have that wrapped up by the end of the month. There will be six in total.

This series, Diamond and Diamond Private Investigators is a contemporary romantic mystery series about a team of detectives that are cold as ice undercover and sizzling hot between the sheets. The first two installments are out, and I've got a total of six planned so expect four more of these puppies!


The Forsaken Few is about a group of shapeshifters that live outside the bounds of normal shifter society. For whatever reason, they've either been ousted or left their families in search of something different. The first in this series will be out in August or early September. I've got quite a few of these mapped out.
Blurb:

While working undercover in the Cynertex development department, Private Investigator Rick Diamond finds himself taking a very personal interest in one of the lab technicians, Tessa. He's completely shocked, though, when he discovers that he's falling for his prime suspect.

Tessa Fitzsimmons finds herself immediately drawn to Rick Dante, the new intern at work. She's captivated by his charm and his nearly heart stopping grin. All it takes is one incredibly passionate night together and already she's beginning to see a future for them.

Rick knows he's taking a huge risk by dating a suspect but he can't seem to help himself. If she's guilty, it will absolutely tear him apart. And, if she's innocent?  She might not be able to forgive him when she finds out who he really is.

  

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Excerpt:

Tessa laughed as she pulled him toward the Twirling Teacups.
Rick groaned and asked, “You know they're gonna take away my man card, right? I just have to give it to the guy taking the tickets.”
C'mon,” she said, nudging him. “We can't come to Centreville and not ride the teacups!”
She tried not to laugh as he made a big production out of it. He counted the tickets, then looked at the ride. Then he looked back at her and asked, “I can drive, right?”
Deadpan, she said, “I thought I would drive.”
He raised his eyebrow but said nothing. The slight smirk on his face spoke volumes though. It clearly said, “There is no way I'm letting a chick drive me around in a teacup.”
Fine. You can drive.”
Rick grinned and handed the tickets to the ticket collector, who clearly overheard her complaint if the smirk on his face was any indication. He just pointed and said, “You folks can have the pink one on the right.”
Tessa laughed and said, “Oh good. My favorite color.”
Rick said nothing, though his look promised retribution. He merely slid into the tea cup and patted the bench next to him.
When she was seated next to him, her thigh brushed against his.
His tone conversational, he said, “So, this is the most emasculating first date I've ever had. This is a record.”
 “So, I guess that means no carousel?” Tessa teased, as the music started up and the ride began to slowly move.
In answer, he grinned and then spun the wheel so she swayed into his chest. She started to right herself, but Rick put a halt to that when he wrapped an arm around her. Most of her upper body was now pressed against his chest.
The look on Rick's face was a mixture of both amusement and desire.  As they continued to spin, neither of them manning the wheel, his smile faded. With a look of concentration, he slowly closed the distance between their mouths.
Tessa stretched up, pressing her lips against his. At the first brush of her lips against his, she felt a jolt of awareness run through her. When his hand came up to cradle her cheek, she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, twining with hers.
She couldn't stop the soft moan that rose from the back of her throat as his hands cruised lazily along her hips and back. Even through the layers of her sundress and the thin cotton sweater she wore, she could feel the heat of his hands on her body.
His hands moved to tangle in her hair as he gentled the kiss. But instead of backing away as she expected, Rick began to nibble at her jaw and then trace a path down the side of her throat with his tongue.
Tessa could do nothing but tilt her neck and enjoy the sensations as he swirled and nipped at her. Her arousal grew with every hot, open mouthed kiss he placed against her sensitive neck. It was clear he knew exactly what he was doing.



About Me:

Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels.


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24 July 2015

Q & A with Deanne Parker!

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


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

The concept for the main character, Ryan Wills, actually was inspired by a philosophy class I took.  John Locke’s, the civil savage.  From there a friend and I were going to enter a writing contest asking what the 11th commandment is.  THOU SHALT NOT HAVE SEX WITH ANDROIDS is what I came up with.  I am a huge fan of Star Trek, Star Wars and science fiction in general.  From these humble beginnings I wrote A Test of Wills.


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

A Test of Wills is the first in a series.  The next book will be more about some of the inner workings of the Meridian Project brought up in the first book.  Without giving too much away Ryan’s past comes back to haunt her, again.

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

Real life absolutely influences my writing.  For example, Ryan from A Test of Wills is basically me without a filter.  A few of the snarky things she has said have come out of my mouth.  Some of the more cutting remarks were not said by me but I did think them. 

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I am currently working on an erotic romance trilogy.  I hope to finish the first book by the first of August.  If all goes well.


I am also working on the second book in the Wills series and I am tinkering with a novella.  

Blurb
When a witty computer genius purchases a sexy android, she gets the surprise of her life.
Thou shalt not have sex with androids. Yeah, right. Taylor, my sexy android, makes my body tingle and fills my head with illegal thoughts. To hell with the law; I might just have my wicked way with him.

But before I can pursue that train of thought, I'm distracted by the fact that something called Meridian Project just hacked my computer. What the hell?

Encountering a parade of hopeful but clueless ex-boyfriends and a shadowy corporation that is up to no good tests my patience and my self-restraint. I'm determined to get the answers I'm looking for…if I don't kill someone first.

To discover the company's secrets, I will have to reveal my own if I ever want to learn the truth.

Content Warning: contains sex, violence, and liberal use of curse words

Excerpt
"Why are you so quiet, Taylor?" I ask.

"I was thinking. Mike is interesting."

"Yes, he is."

"Do you love him?"

I pull onto the highway before answering. How do you explain love to an android? I would kill for Mike because I care for him, but he's my friend and that love is different than other types of love. I decide to keep it simple. "Yes, I do, but not romantically. We're just very good friends."

Taylor nods and turns to look out the window.

"I do have to apologize for him."

"Why?"

"Because he asked you if you were anatomically correct and fully functional. That's private." I would still love to know the answer, but that would set me up for some sleepless nights.

"That's okay…and I am."

I whip around to stare at Taylor, and he's looking out the window. "You're what?"

He looks at me with those liquid brown eyes. "I am anatomically correct and fully functional."

Time stops for me when I hear those words. I completely forget that I'm driving and lean closer to him. A car horn blares, and I jerk my attention back to the road. Why the hell did I have to bring that up again? I'm already having problems trying to get Taylor off my mind. Now I have to deal with a fully functioning Taylor. Once again, this is a mistake. It is against the law to have sex with an android.

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Biography
Deanne Parker, a voracious reader, is an avid science fiction and romance fan. She decided to meld her two loves and wrote her first novel. By day she is a culinary goddess, and at night she dreams up new ideas to write about. She lives in Colorado with her husband and dog. To contact Deanne, send all correspondence to: DeanneParkerWrites@yahoo.com

22 July 2015

Welcome Libby Bishop!

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


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

With this book, the dynamics were clear once the female character—Mara—came to my mind and started talking. I knew exactly how these characters worked, what their motivations were. Normally, the world grows as I write it, and I learn new things as I dig deeper into the world, but with this shifter world was crystal clear.

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

Not really. The characters/ideas normally come to me and I start writing immediately because I don’t want to lose the voice or idea!


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

Yes! This is the first book in the Green Mountain Shifters trilogy. I’m currently finishing up the second book and hope to have it to the publisher by the middle of August.


Q) What are your upcoming projects?


Right now, this is the only book I have scheduled out this year. But I’m hoping book two will be out before the end of the year.

BLURB:
Shifter politics can be a real bitch. 

Mara Kane is a twenty-six year old woman who happens to have bear blood. She can’t shift…yet. But that doesn’t stop Lee Underhill, an exiled bruin, from taking his revenge out on her. After all, it was her father who played the largest role in him being exiled from the Clan and Northeast pack. Lee’s demands are clear—if she isn’t married and mated to a bruin in her clan in three days, she has to marry the bastard’s son. 

The hell with that. 

Ramsey McGregor is the son of her Clan’s alpha, and one day he’ll take his father’s place. When he finds out what Lee is forcing on Mara, he, as well as her father and his, decide to do the only thing they can to keep her with them—marry her to him. No territorial council would ever dispute the union. But can he soothe Mara’s nerves enough to bring on a true mating? Or will the Clan have to fight Lee and his people to keep her with them?


EXCERPT:

Once the two men were out of the room and the door was closed, Angus stepped in front of her, clasping her upper arms gently in his large hands. She had to crane her neck to look up at him, as he was six-foot-seven and she was only five-foot-six. Short for a bear shifter, but her human blood didn’t allow for the usual tallness.

“Not marrying him could mean a war, but we do have options.”

“What would those be, Angus?” she inquired, trying to swallow her anger. He knew it wasn’t directed at him, so she wasn’t worried about the bite in her tone. “I’m a twenty-six-year-old woman—this loophole in the treaty should’ve been taken care of decades ago.”

Regret pinched around his eyes. “I know, and we are working on it—all territories, but it’s a slow process. The alpha women of the Pack Councils have been pushing its importance for years. We just haven’t gotten to it yet.”

Much of the old treaty, which included the wolf and cat shifters, had been changed and updated for the times. But these things took time, especially when the treaties involved six territories, each with their own Pack Council.

Though, cat shifters were in prides, wolves in packs, and bears in clans, Pack Council was just easier to use. The US government preferred it as well—simpler when dealing with the ruling parties.

 “We could fight them, but that would endanger us from the Northwest clans. Or, and this is only if you agree, we marry you to one of our bruins. But, if for any reason you can’t go through with the mating, we’ll have to hold a territorial council meeting and try to force the change in law.”

But that could still lead to the war Lee Underhill knew they didn’t want. There was no choice here—it was marriage to someone she knew, or risk war, because she was not marrying Cole Underhill. Under any circumstances.

She sighed, most of the anger leaving her on the exhale. Acceptance took its place. “Do I get to choose the bruin?”

Angus’s hands left her, and the kindness in his gaze told her the answer was no.

“It’s best that I choose. As the alpha of the clan, the Northwest Pack Council won’t argue with my choice, nor the choice of your father—my second-in-command and top enforcer.”

Her gaze flicked to her father, who gave a nod. His body language told her to listen to Angus.

“Who did you two choose for me to marry?”

“My son, your future alpha.”

That froze her in place. Ramsey McGregor was a good man, and a great bruin, but he was twenty years her senior and was known to not be interested in marrying. Not that she could blame him. Shifters lived a long time, around two hundred and fifty to three hundred years. He was only forty-six—young, but not unheard of to have a mate.

“But I’m… I’m not a full bear. I may never shift.” She hoped she would one day.

“True, but with what I smelled when you were looking at Cole, I would say it’s more than likely you will. Your bear is strong, Mara, and you are your father’s daughter.” He smiled briefly. “And you are fast becoming one of the top liaisons within the Northeast Pack.”

A liaison to the government, keeping them up to date on the changes in the pack as well as fielding the concerns the government had with the pack. She had a good relationship with the state government—Vermont accepted the shifters with more ease, since they’d been there before it was a state, and had helped form what it presently was. She was also on good terms with her Federal government contacts. She’d never thought that would be her place, but she found she liked navigating those waters.

“Have you talked to him about this?”

“Yes. He’s downstairs with Rayna.”

Angus’s wife, and one hell of a force in terms of being a bear. She’d seen the woman take down shifters twice her size in a matter of minutes.

Rayna had taught her how to stand her ground and fight when needed. She and the two men in the room with her.

“What does he say about this?”

Her father moved to stand beside Angus. “He’s not happy with the Underhills. He was around when we exiled Lee thirty years ago, and saw the upheaval that caused.”

She’d heard about it. Eleven bruins and three women chose to go with Lee, siding with him. They could have stayed, but the trust in them was in tatters and they felt it easier to start over.

She met her father’s blue gaze. “So, he’s okay with marrying me?”

He placed a hand on her cheek. “He feels it’s his place, as an alpha-to-be. But mostly because he agrees that it’s best you marry a bruin who has pull within the Council. A lesser bruin won’t survive a challenge from Lee or Emery, and no one will challenge the marriage of you and the son of an alpha.”

Made sense. She still didn’t like—still hated it—but the choices were limited. It was give Ramsey a chance or risk war. Not much of a choice, really. And she did trust him, wholly. That trust had been won when she was six years old and she’d first seen him shift—he was massive to her then, still was. She remembered fondly how he’d lowered his head to her and she nervously placed her palm against his soft-but-slightly-rough fur. That moment, between bruin and human, had shown her that she was protected by more than just her father in the big, wide world.

That she would always be protected by Ramsey—both the man and the bear.

Looking back to Angus, she asked, “It’s almost midnight now—when do we get married?”




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19 July 2015

Welcome Michelle Roth! Q&A about her new Vampire Novel!

Hi Michelle!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly!

Hi there, everyone! I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to introduce my latest release, The Darkness Calls [The Transfigured Ones]. This book is entirely new territory for me. Where most of my works have been ultra-realistic contemporary romance, I wanted to add in a touch of the paranormal here!

I was daydreaming one afternoon, as I'm prone to doing and I wondered what life would be like if we lived in a world where we actually knowingly co-existed with vampires. Not in an overtly us vs. them way like the Sookie Stackhouse series, but in a world where all the fuss had long since died down. What would that universe look like? How would humans and vampires interact? How would they feed? How would they work? Interesting questions, right?

In The Darkness Calls, you'll find answers!

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

It happens in strange ways. Sometimes I'll be sitting in the car and things will just come to me. Other times, a conversation with hubs will shake something loose in my brain. Suddenly I'm typing away furiously in my cell phone. The inspiration for the characters in THIS particular book came from a book I read. The heroine's reaction to the big “I'm a vampire” reveal seemed really off to me. So I started thinking about ways that it could have been plausible. That's how the entire The Transfigured Ones series came about.

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

I try to keep my books as close to real life as I can. There are paranormal elements obviously, but I wanted the characters to feel genuine and true to life. As for what bleeds over into my personal life, some of the characters are loosely based on people I know. In other words, don't make me mad or you may die in my books ;)

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Right now I've got three open series that I'm working on. This series, The Transfigured Ones, focuses on a world where vampires live out in the open with humans. The Darkness Calls is the first in the series. The follow up, Bite Me is my current work in progress. I hope to have that wrapped up by the end of the month.

Diamond and Diamond Private Investigators is a contemporary romantic mystery series about a team of   detectives that are cold as ice undercover and sizzling hot between the sheets. The first two installments are out, and I've got a total of six planned.

The Forsaken Few is about a group of shapeshifters that live outside the bounds of normal shifter society. For whatever reason, they've either been ousted or left their families in search of something different. The first in this series will be out in August or early September.

Blurb:

When Lilly Ferguson narrowly avoids being mugged after work, she's shocked to find that she's gotten the attention of Talan McKenna. He's the sinfully handsome owner of the Foxwood Casino and Spa where she works. There's only one problem, though... 

Talan is one of the Transfigured. Like half a million others across the globe, he possesses a very specific genetic mutation. It leaves him with the inability to age, an aversion to sunlight, and a thirst for human blood. When he learns of Lilly's tragic past, he worries that it's an obstacle he'll never be able to overcome.

Despite her heartbreaking history with the Transfigured, Lilly immediately senses that Talan is different. Where her fears once lay, there's only a sense of peace and comfort. Just as they begin to build a love made to last several lifetimes, a shadowy figure from her past emerges and threatens to destroy everything.



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Excerpt: 

Within ten minutes, she was surrounded by two security officers and a doctor. He gently prodded at the knot on the back of her head, while she held ice against her throbbing cheek. As he started to shine a small flashlight into her eyes, she heard a deep voice in the hallway murmur, 

"Where's the girl? Was she seriously hurt?" 

When he stepped through the door, she realized it was the owner of the casino. She had seen glimpses of him on occasion, but she'd never actually spoken to him. His eyes swept the room and landed on her. 

She blinked in surprise as he knelt down next to the doctor, so he was eye level. His eyes settled on the bag of ice she held against her face. He didn't speak. The small tic in his cheek was the only reason she could visibly tell that he was upset. Otherwise, his facial expression gave away nothing. His voice was devoid of any emotion when he spoke. "Miss..." he paused, prompting her for her name. 

"Lilly. Lilly Ferguson." 

He nodded and continued, "Miss Ferguson. You're okay?" 

She winced. "I hit my head. He hit me in the face. Otherwise, I'm fine." 

His eyes swept over her, as if he was trying to verify for himself. His eyes took in her bag. The strap had a tear, but for the most part it was still intact. 

Lilly followed his line of sight and took in the torn bag. "That was a casualty of war, too, I guess," she said with a smirk. 

A slight smile curved his lips as he said, "I'm sorry for your loss. I'm surprised you didn't just give it to him, though." 

"I'm not willing to part with what little I own, Mr. McKenna," she answered honestly. 

He nodded as if he understood. 

Lilly stared blankly at him. She had serious difficulty thinking he'd be able to relate to her in any way. He was one of the Transfigured. Rich as Croesus, he owned the casino, and was a huge power player among his kind. 

Her thoughts must have been written all over her face because he said, "I've had almost five hundred years to become who I am, Little One. I can still remember when I had nothing. When I was nothing. I admire your spirit." 

She swallowed, uncertain. 

"Will you be okay to drive home?" he asked. 

The doctor cut in from the other side of the security office. She hadn't even realized that he'd moved. He said, "I wouldn't recommend it, Mr. McKenna. She needs to rest in a dark, quiet room at the very least for the next eight hours. She's showing signs of a mild concussion." 

"Very well," he said, addressing the doctor. He turned to face her and said, "Someone from the hotel will ensure that you get home safely." 

"But," she asked. "What about my car?" 

"It can be delivered to you. When do you work next?" 

She blinked, trying to fight the fuzziness in her mind, and said, "Tomorrow afternoon." 

He shook his head and said, "We'll reassign your shifts for the next two days. Take the time off." 

"Thank you," Lilly said. She couldn't imagine doing much of anything except laying under her blankets, if her head persisted in feeling like this. 

"Keys," he prompted. 

She picked them up, then she winced as there was dried blood caked on the car key. She gingerly removed it from the ring and said, "Sorry. It may need a rinse. I managed to gouge him a couple of times." 

His eyes widened incredulously for a moment before he reached out and took the key from her. 

He didn't seem to have an aversion to the bloody key. It was, she supposed, his meal of choice. A slow smile, a genuine one, pulled across his face. He said, "Yes, Miss Ferguson, I do admire your spirit." 

About Michelle: 

Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she's not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she's probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book. 

In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels. 



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Email: michelle@michelleroth.net

08 July 2015

Heather Hambel Curley Visits with her NEW BOOK!

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

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

Loud music and rainy days!  I have a play list simply titled “writing” that has everything from Swedish death metal to One Direction that I play to get me into the mood to write.  I search Pinterest for pictures related to whatever piece I’m working on and pin them to an inspiration board.  For me, both visual and auditory prompts help me get in the mood to write.  And, in the end, a gloomy, rainy day is the perfect time to settle down and be creative!


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

Yes!  The Lazarus Society is going to be (at least) a trilogy following archeological digs/ghost encounters that Madison works.  They won’t be limited to the American Civil War, but will branch out into other areas and time periods.  I’m writing them as a series, but since they will be about vastly different areas, they would work as standalones as well.


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

Real life always influences my writing.  In With Me Now, I based a lot of Liam’s quirks and manner of speech on the guy who sat on the other side of my work cube wall.  The Lazarus Society series is about archeologists and, in reality, I’ve only spent about two days out of my life volunteering on an archeological dig.  Those two days, though, inspired my book!

I don’t think you should limit yourself to only “writing what you know” but I use what I know, what I’ve experienced, and even the way I talk, into my writing.  The rest I just research until my fingers go numb!


Q) What are your upcoming projects? 


I am working on the sequel for With Me Now and another paranormal/murder mystery.  My upcoming release is a historical fiction titled Anything You Ask of Me about the American Civil War.  It will be released on August 4, 2015 as a hardcover and an ebook.

More About Heather...

1.        Are you a pantser or a plotter?  I’m definitely a pantser.  I can probably count on one hand (with fingers left over) the amount of times I’ve plotted out my books.  I think it reminds me too much of forced outline writing in college!  I like to just sit down with music and write until I stop.  Or fall asleep (FYI: kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk does not count as novel writing, haha).
2.       What authors have inspired you to write?  I am inspired by the passion and commitment of JK Rowling and her ability to create entire worlds with their own laws, rules, games, and forces or good an evil.  Robert A. Heinlein inspires me with the foresight and creativity he showed science fiction in 1950s and 1960s.  And, of course, George R.R. Martin inspires me with this spunk, sass, and commitment to writing the way he wants to write.
3.       How important are names to you in your book?  For me, naming a character is like naming a child.  You’re going to be with this person for the entirety of your book/series.  Try going outside and yelling the character name over and over again.  If you don’t get sick of it, that’s the name you should go with.  This is also how my husband and I named our second child.
4.       Is there a certain type of scene that’s hard for you to write?  I’m bad with sex scenes.  For the sex scene in the first historical novel I wrote, I couldn’t even bring myself to look at the screen while I typed. 
5.       What is With Me Now about?  With Me Now is about Madison Monroe, a college student on her first archeological dig.  She’s working in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, and finds something buried on the battlefield she didn’t expect to find.
6.       How much research did you do?  I’ve been Civil War reenacting since 2001 and met my husband at Gettysburg, so I’m very familiar with every nook and cranny of the battlefield.  In 2004, my husband and I were volunteers at Harpers Ferry National Historical Park in the living history department.  For approximately two days, I worked on an archeological dig and, from that, this novel was born.  Most of the research I did was archeological terminology and techniques of speaking/interacting with ghosts.
7.       What writing advice do you have for aspiring authors?  Never quit.  It’s too easy to get frustrated: with writing, editing, submitting, rejection.  If this is what you want, work for it!  Believe in your idea and your writing.
8.       What are you working on now?  Right now, I’m working on the sequel to With Me Now, toying around with two other paranormal romances, and one historical.  There’s always another Chapter 1!
9.       And finally, two just for fun:  If you wrote a book about yourself, what would the title be? Probably something along the lines of, “So this happened….”
10.   What are five adjectives you feel describe you?  Loving, nerdy, awkward, rambunctious, and groovy


Blurb

Madison Monroe is an anthropology prodigy.  She’s poised to graduate with a double major.  She’s published in scholarly journals and archeology magazines.  With limited field experience, the crowning jewel for her graduate school application is an upcoming dig in Normandy.

And she just got arrested for underage drinking.

Less than a month before she turns twenty-one.

Now, instead of taking part in her dream dig, she’s kicked off the crew and barely escapes academic probation.  Her only option for her application is a routine archeological survey in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.

Once in Gettysburg, though, the “simple” dig isn’t exactly what it seems.  Madison can feel a presence watching her and can hear voices of the dead calling from the battlefield.  And, when she discovers a long buried secret at the Spangler Farm, she inadvertently sets off a chain of events that will put everything—including her life—on the line.

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Excerpt

The hot water and steam of the shower was relaxing, enough to kick the butterflies in her stomach into submission.  Her muscles ached.  The tendons and ligaments in her upper shoulders and back throbbed as if she’d been moving heavy furniture all week instead of throwing her weight against the screen sifter.  It was just another brutal reminder that, although she was thin, she was pathetically out of shape. 
She stood under the unrelenting water, craning her neck from side to side in an attempt to work the muscles loose.  Maybe Mike could crack her back for her.  She smirked.  Now that was a pickup line she’d have to remember: say, care to get on top and crack my back? 
Once the conditioner was rinsed out of her hair, she turned the faucet off and reached for a towel.  Her hair was getting long. It seemed like she’d need to use two or three of the thin, white hotel towels to sop up the excess water.  No matter, she could resort to using the room’s hair dryer and, in forty-five minutes or so, the feeble little machine might get her hair dry.  Damn it, of all the things to leave at home.  She hadn’t planned on needing to look as attractive and desirable as humanly possible. If she had, she’d have brought along a better selection of makeup.
She towel dried her hair enough to keep water from trickling down her back, and then wrapped another towel around her body.  It was a good thing she’d done a load of laundry the previous day. Not that she had “date” quality outfits with her, but she was fully aware which pair of jeans accentuated her curves the best.  She pulled on a red vintage style t-shirt emblemized with a grayed out Union Jack. It was casual and cute, though she was reasonably sure her clothes were the last thing on his mind.
The steam from the small bathroom had filtered out into the sink area, fogging up the mirror and giving everything a generally damp feeling.  She wiped her hand across the condensation covered mirror. In the unobstructed reflection she could see a figure, a man, standing directly behind her.
She bit back a shriek and jerked around.  There was no one there; the room was empty.
“Shit.”  The words felt as if they bubbled out of her throat, pushed out by her rapid heartbeat.  She gripped the countertop with one hand to steady herself.  The reflection in the mirror was clear and crisp.  It wasn’t a shadow or the light playing on the steam from the shower. It was a man.  It was him, the man who’d been watching her for days.  He’d stood and watched her at the Spangler Farm.  He’d breathed on the back of her neck, whispered in her ear as she worked in the test pit.
Now he was in her room.
 Madison swallowed hard, peering into the main section of the hotel room.  It was empty.  Nothing was out of place, no one was watching her from any corner of the room; yet, she didn’t feel completely alone.  He was still there.
Her hand faltered on the countertop and she sank backward, half sitting, half leaning against the sink.  The air in the room felt soupy and stale.  Gooseflesh rippled down her still damp arms and across her back.  What in Christ’s name did he want from her?
She felt him next to her, his breath on her shoulder.  Please.
Could he hear her when she spoke to him?  It was worth a try.  “I’m not sure I know how to help you.”
              But she knew someone who did.



Heather Hambel Curley is a 2004 graduate of Robert Morris University, graduating magna cum laude with a degree in Communications.  She’s been writing since the fourth grade, but didn’t get serious with writing until she’s reached her thirtieth birthday (metabolism went down, determination to write went up!).  With Me Now is her debut novel.  Her historical fiction novel, Anything You Ask of Me will be released in August 2015.

Heather currently resides in Western Pennsylvania with her husband and two songs.  When she’s not writing or working as a disability claims analyst at an insurance company, she enjoys traveling and training to run 5ks.  She also enjoys white wine, One Direction, and getting tattoos.

Links
Twitter: @Heather_Curley


05 July 2015

Ravenna Tate talks about her series The Weathermen!

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


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

Emmett Radcliffe is one of the Weathermen and we met him book one – An Appetite For Blackmail. Liane is a new employee of his, and I wanted the dynamics to be explosive and possessive on Emmett’s side, but unsure on Liane’s. Both characters lost something from people they loved. Emmett never had his parents’ approval, and Liane lost her husband and infant daughter before everyone was forced to move underground. Each one needs to come to terms with those losses before they can love one another.

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

Oh yes! This is book two of The Weathermen. The year is 2124 and something has gone terribly wrong with The Madeline Project. Designed to control weather, the computer program is now functioning on its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. Earth’s surface is bombarded with unpredictable, spontaneous severe storms. If you’re not underground, you have little chance of survival.

Several teams of storm chasers from all over the planet risk their lives trying to collect data during the storms, in the hopes it will help researchers shut down the program. Meanwhile, a group of men work behind the scenes controlling all of Earth’s communications systems. They have the power and the money to keep the Storm Troopers supplied with equipment and the latest technology, and they will stop at nothing to find the hackers responsible for sending The Madeline Project rogue.

Ruthless, greedy, and powerful, these men were at the top of the communications industry when The Madeline Project turned into a nightmare, and they still run their empires. Living underground hasn’t changed anything for them. It’s only increased their supremacy and reputation. They call themselves The Weathermen…

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


Nearly everyone I’ve ever known has made it into the personality of a character, at least in part. Otherwise, most of what I write has never happened to me, but some of it has happened to people I know.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?


There are twelve books in The Weathermen series, and I’m currently finishing up book four. I have a free read planned for submission to Evernight that is a follow up to Snowbound, and I have two series in outline form. One is a contemporary series and the other is a paranormal series.
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BLURB

On her first day working for Emmett Radcliffe, President of Radcliffe Software and Web Design, Liane Peyton learns that Emmett hired her not only for her design skills, but for her coding abilities. Liane finds herself building a secret database for Emmett and his friends, but saving the planet isn’t Emmett’s only obsession. He has his sights set on Liane, and he will stop at nothing to have her.

Emmett is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. The program now has a mind of its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth.

They call themselves the Weathermen…


ADULT EXCERPT

She pushed her hips against his erection and moved her tongue over his, imitating his movements. She needed this man inside her right now or she was going to die from desire. Was that possible? It had to be, because she’d never felt such intense longing.

His mouth still on hers, he backed her up against the sideboard and then released the kiss. “Turn around.”

Once again, she obeyed without hesitation. Emmett leaned her over the furniture. He tugged her hair until her head was back, and then he licked her neck. “I’m going to fuck you, Liane. And you’re going to take it.”

She cried out in pleasure as he moved his other hand over her ass, giving each cheek a couple of hard smacks. The dress wasn’t thick, and it stung, but she absolutely adored it. He let go of her hair and pushed the dress up, revealing her ass. “Oh yes. I knew you had a nice one.” His hands caressed her cheeks, moving down the backs of her thighs and up her lower back. “You are exquisite.”

Liane didn’t answer him. She couldn’t. All she could do was close her eyes and absorb the sensations. Never had she been taken like this. This was heady and raw. It sent her emotions spiraling out of control and her arousal to places it had never gone.

He told her to spread her legs a bit, and then he slipped a finger into her ass crack and underneath to her throbbing clit, over and over, until she pushed back against him and writhed against his touch. “Please…” she whispered.

His lips grazed her neck. “Please what?”

“Oh…”

Emmett slid a finger between her moist folds and Liane cried out again as fresh desire raced through her. “You are soaking wet.”

“I can’t help it. You did that to me.”

“Mmmm… I can’t wait to taste it.”

Her exhale came out in a shudder, and when he pushed his other hand into the opening at the front of the dress and placed it over her left breast, she began to whimper. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger while she shook her head back and forth, silently begging for release.

“I wonder how these taste.”

“Please.”

“Tell me what you want, Liane. In detail. Or I won’t do anything more than I’m doing right now for the entire night.”

How the hell did he have this kind of control? Was he human?

“I want you to make love to me.”

He chuckled, and shivers ran up and down her spine. Emmett gave her nipple a squeeze, and the tiny jolt of electricity it sent straight to her clit forced a loud moan from her. “You’re going to have to do better than that, gorgeous. Come on. Use your imagination.”

Shit. He was going to torture her with sex. “Okay. I want you to lick that.”

Another squeeze, this one tighter. She cried out again. “That what? Use real names. Come on, Liane. You’re a grown women with a lush body. Own it. Tell me what you want me to do to every square inch of it.”

“Spank me more. I loved that. And lick my nipples. And suck them. Please.”

“Good girl.” His hand moved to the other breast, where he proceeded to tease it in the same way. Then he slipped a long finger into her pussy, slowly, while she let out a long moan. “Don’t stop. Tell me more. What else do you want me to do to you?”

“Fuck me. With your tongue, your fingers, and your dick.”

“Good girl. Very good.” He moved his finger in and out gently, and the movement sent shock waves straight to her clit. She was going to come. No doubt about it.

“I can’t think anymore.”

He kissed her neck. “Yes you can.”

“You mentioned tying me to your bed.”

“Yes, I did.” That voice! It washed over her until no other sound existed. “Tell me about that. What do you picture when you think about it?”

“I’ve always had fantasies.”

He moaned softly as he continued playing with her nipple and her pussy. “Is that true? Tell me about them. Please, Liane.”

The realization this was turning him on just as much sent her excitement level through the roof. “I want you to tie me down and spank me, and then fuck me silly. Fuck me until neither one of us can breathe.”

“Oh my God. You shall have your wish, beautiful lady. But first, if I don’t get inside that hot, wet pussy I’m going to come in my pants.”

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