27 April 2015

Q&A with TL Reeve!

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

Thank you for having me!


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

You go right to the nitty-gritty don’t you? *laughs* I start with the scenario first, then I add the characters. Then I build who I want the hero to be. I go through several drafts of the hero sometimes, refining his qualities. Then I create his/her equal. By the time I’m done, I can tell you everything about each person. They might look like an unlikely pair but it’s the chemistry that makes them fit. And let’s face it, without chemistry, why put the characters together, right?


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

Not really. There are days when it’s as simple as sitting down in front of my laptop and letting the words flow and then other days, it’s harder. Other days I physically have to make myself sit down to write.


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

Obsessed is a stand alone. Sorry guys. L


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

I think there are parts of me in all of my books. How much and in which books, well you’ll have to be the judge of that. *wg*


Q) If you could choose, which published author would you like to brainstorm with and why?

 Oh man. You’re really trying to make this difficult, aren’t you? I would have to say Rebecca Royce. She comes up with some great shifter worlds, and as someone who is just starting in the para-shifter realm, it would be great to get some pointers from her.


Q) What are your upcoming projects?


I have several. I’m working on a fairytale right now. A Biker/shifter story, and two other shifter stories as we speak. I’m a busy, busy writer.


BLURB

I'd been through a ton of shit in my life. The guy I thought I loved left me, and the guy I thought was my friend, started stalking me. I found myself though when Mike came to me and offered me a job. 

Things were going good. My stalker seemed to back off and I began to live again.

However, that didn't last long. As Mike became more of a fixture in my life, my stalker became more obsessed. Now, stuck between my stalker and the man I could fall for, I had a decision to make.

Do I give up myself and go with Kyle, or do I make a stand and finally put my stalker to rest.


EXCERPT
“Hey Fin? You home?” Mike’s voice rumbled up from the courtyard. I closed my eyes and sent up a silent prayer of thanks.

“Yeah, I’m up here, Mike,” I called out. Never had I been so happy to hear his voice.

A few moments later he bounded up the stairs. Kyle snarled, still close enough that I could feel his breath lick against my neck. “Hey Kyle.” Mike brushed past him wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.

I died and went to heaven.

I gasped. Mike took that opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth. His fingers threaded through my hair, holding me still as he thoroughly devoured me. I whimpered against his lips as the full thickness of his erection pressed against my belly. When he finally pulled back, my head was spinning.

AUTHOR BIO
TL Reeve, a mulit-published author with Decadent Publishing, Cobblestone Press and Evernight Publishing, was born out of a love of family and a bond that became unbreakable. Living in the south, TL misses Los Angeles and will one day return to the beaches of Southern California to ride the waves at Huntington Beach. When not writing something hot and sexy, TL can be found curled up with a good book, or working on homework with a cute little pixie. Deniability

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23 April 2015

Veil of Scars by J.R. Gray

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

Hello, thank you so much for having me!

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

This story is in first person, from the prospective of Steve, and he came to me when I was dealing with some rough feelings myself. I used all the negative energy and put them into the character to kind of get them off my chest. The rest of the story fell into place around what Steve was feeling.

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

I try to write every morning and I drink lots of tea. If I really need to get something out I go sit at Starbucks where they know me by name.

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

No this is my first stand alone.

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

As I said before I put a lot of real life feelings into this one. I always take what Im feeling and channel it into my books. Its cheaper than therapy!


Q) If you could choose, which published author would you like to brainstorm with and why?

I would love to work with Tiffany Reisz because I love the way she writes damaged characters. Im always drawn to characters in pain. 

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

My next project will be the forth book in my bestselling Bound series. I’m really looking forward to sharing that with the fans. I also have a m/f Sci-fi in the works as well as a contemporary m/m piece involving a cop and a prostitute.



Thank you so much for having me on your blog!  



A little bit about Veil of Scars:

Steven is tall, dark and damaged. He doesn't let anyone close, comfortable on the outside of normal life where he can hide his scars behind a wall so high that nothing gets throughexcept them. Despite a childhood marred with black and blue, he's survived and moved in with his two best friends, Sam and Charlie.

Life should get better, but it was Sam who held him when the dark threatened to swallow him whole, Sam who gave him a place that felt like home, and Sam who knew every scar and every broken place.

And it's all been taken away with Charlie sharing Sam's bed.

Without his former confront, Steven realizes what's been hiding in the deep corners of his heart, and the truth sinks him like a weight. Hes in love with one or maybe both of his roommates. Navigating unrequited love tears Steven apart and brings him to the precipice, and he has to choose: his feelings or Samsand Charlies?




Here is a sneak peek from Veil of Scars:


            Soon the music was going and party-goers were milling about in the low lights. There were drinks and bodies on every surface. I stood behind the bar, not minding making drinks for the guests since there was little else at the party that I wanted to do. The atmosphere mellowed as the liquor took effect, and Sam had long stopped trying to drag me out to dance. Instead, hed taken up a spot on the couch with Char. Their mouths met, skin and lips, while their hands wandered, stroking and skimming over each others clothes as the party moved around them. I sat back, finding I was no longer needed as everyone was sated. The few remaining people had paired off in couples for the night, strewn over the furniture and floor. The base thumped, and bodies moved with it as if the alcohol had turned them into living recreations of the music. The door to Char and Sam's room slammed shut, closing off a guy and two adventurous women.
Sams head snapped back at the sound, and he cursed under his breath. He glanced around then whispered to Char. She giggled and grabbed a throw off the back of the couch.
An outsider where I sat, I seemed to have escaped notice as the only fairly sober party in the room.
She pulled the blanket over herself and then moved the thin fabric over his lap. Soon Sams head flopped back into the cushion, and his mouth fell open in a soundless moan. Charlie's eyes blazed with mischief, and she grew more eager with every reaction from her boyfriend. His hand slid up her shoulder, curling around the back of her neck. My skin burned in the same place, a physical memory of the times hed touched me the same way.
He dragged his head off the back of the sofa and looked at her, his blue gaze pleading louder than any words could. The air buzzed with electricity from the pair of them. He licked over his lips, and the muscles in his arm tightened as he guided her head towards his lap. Charlie ducked under the blanket, and a flash of heat ran through me.
Was she really going to go down on him in the middle of the party?
I held my breath, transfixed as Sam lifted up his ass below where the blanket covered him to slide his pants down around his ankles, I guessed. He groaned, this time audibly, and the sound went right to my gut. I chewed on my lip ring unable to stop myself from staring. Charlie's head bobbed under the cover, and Sam's eyes rolled back in his head.
Suddenly I was flushed and embarrassed. I was the voyeur, spying on my friends who were caught up in drunken passion. I tore my eyes away from his lap only to find his blue gaze locked on me.


About J.R. Gray
When not staying up all night writing, J.R Gray can be found basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun, or at the gym where it's half assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant, pilot, and sword fighting enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. Gray frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns, to jot down nonsense. The bane of Gray's existence are commas, and even though it's been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder.
If Gray wasn't writing...well, that's not possible. The build up of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave or possibly a mental institution where the tales would end up on the walls in crayon and finger paint.

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21 April 2015

Welcome Jaycee Edward!

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


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

A) I didn’t. They pretty much told me about themselves as I wrote. I remember reading that when other authors would say it and rolling my eyes, but it’s so true. Dragons started out as a whimsical little piece for an anthology dreamed up by friends on a crazy-silly Facebook post about sparking penises, if you can believe that. I started writing with a cute little story in mind but Joey had other ideas. Suddenly the story had turned into something much darker and much deeper. I kept fretting over how I’d ever fit the ‘sparkling penis’ requirement into it, but Joey assured me he had a plan for that too – and he did. He wove it in brilliantly. I take NO credit. The anthology itself fell through and I was left holding this moving little novella that really wanted to see the light of day. Thanks to Evernight Publishing for giving it the chance.

Q) If you could choose, which published author would you like to brainstorm with and why?

A) Tiffany Reisz. She is my idol. I had the pleasure of meeting her briefly at a signing and I just couldn’t get enough.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

A)  I’m working in bits and pieces on the story for my two homeless guys, Tommy & Shane. That’s just a difficult headspace to be in for any length of time.  I’m also working with Helena Stone, my co-writer for Strangers In The Night on the sequel. Turns out Callum & Slade had a lot more to tell us. And, always getting shoved to the back burner is my novel. Someday I will get to quit working on all these novellas and get that puppy subbed.  

BLURB

A chance encounter in a hospital waiting room between twenty-two year old Will Messina and sixteen year old Josiah Pinkerton ends with a gift of a stuffed dragon off the hospital gift cart and a memory neither of them can shake. 

Five years later, when a lonely, buttoned-up Will ventures into a gay club, he spots a pale, leather-clad specter with violet eyes tracking his every move. Will realizes he’s being watched by the grown version of the boy who’s haunted his thoughts for years. 

Joey recognizes Will, but he’s no longer the sweet, brown-eyed boy worthy of Will’s attention. He’s damaged and defective and lives in a different world than Will now. When his childhood crush makes his way across the bar, Joey doesn’t have time to decide whether to be enchanted or dismayed because, unless he turns and runs, those worlds are about to collide.

EXCERPT

Joey felt out of place in the posh, downtown steakhouse.  He’d heard of Messina’s, of course, but he’d never been inside.  Will, however, had to be a regular customer there, because everyone seemed to know him and they were quickly ushered - ahead of other customers, even - to a large booth at the back of the restaurant.  The hostess - Will called her Trish - handed them heavy, leather-bound menus that felt more like a book.  Joey had been aware of people gawking at him as they’d made their way across the dining room, his leather club clothes and assault boots completely out of place in the high-end dining room.  After scooting into the booth, he glanced out from under his bangs.  No one was paying him any attention.  He was used to both reactions.
He pretended to read the menu, but couldn’t help watching Will instead.  Why would he bring him someplace nice like this?  Someplace he’d have to explain - to people he knew - why he’d brought a freak to dinner?
“You should be looking at the menu.  The waiter will be here any second.  You can stare at me all you want after we order.”
The blood rushed to Joey’s face and he ducked behind the big menu. “I wasn’t staring,” he grumbled.
Will laughed.  “You mumble when you lie.  Got it.  See?  Learned something new about you already.”
He raised the menu higher so Will wouldn’t see him grin.
The waiter came and they placed their orders.  Will studied him and Joey fidgeted, feeling off-kilter and lightheaded.  Maybe it was because he hadn’t had anything but Coke today and the smell of wood-fired meat was making his stomach growl.
“Relax, Joey.  You look like you’re waiting for a mob hit or something.”
Joey slumped, but then immediately straightened and smoothed the tablecloth.  “It’s just… this is a nicer place than I’m used to.  It’s fancy.  Everyone’s in suits.”
Will looked around and shrugged.  “It’s just a restaurant.  No different than Steak N’ Shake.  Just better decorating, different menu, lower lighting, and higher prices.  I didn’t bring you here for any of that anyway.  I brought you here because I know we’ll get a good meal and because I want to get to know you.”
“Why?”  The question was out before Joey could stop it.  Will seemed surprised.
“Because I like you?”
“How do you know?  If you don’t know me?”  He had no clue why he was being such a dick.  It was like his subconscious was trying to drive Will away, when, in truth, that’s the last thing he wanted to do.
“Fair point, well played.”
“Why would you bring me someplace like this?”
“You don’t like it?”
“No!  I mean, yes!  It’s… nice!  It’s just, people know you here.”
“So?”
“Why wouldn’t you go somewhere no one knows you.”
“What the hell difference does it make?”  Will scrunched his face in confusion.
“So you don’t have to, you know… explain.”
“Explain what?”
“Me,” Joey whispered and fidgeted with his place setting.  Will reached across the table and took Joey’s hands in his.  Joey looked up in shock, but Will’s expression was calm.  The waiter came with their salads and Joey frantically tried to pull his hands out of Will’s, but Will didn’t release them until he absolutely had to, in order to make room for their plates.  The waiter placed their salads and a basket of rolls wrapped in a linen napkin on the table and took a step back.
“Can I get you anything else right now, Will?”
“No, thank you, Trevor,” Will said and the waiter vanished.  Will immediately turned his attention back to Joey.  “Why in the hell would I have to explain you to anyone?”
Seriously?  He couldn’t be that clueless, could he?  Was Will really going to make him spell it out?  Joey huffed in frustration.  “Look at you.”  He waved a hand at Will before sweeping his arm in an arc that encompassed the entire room.  “Look at everyone else in here - like you.”  He looked at Will and tried not to shrink. “Now, look at me.”
Will studied him for an uncomfortably long minute, never breaking eye contact.  Then, to Joey’s shock, he leaned way out of the booth and eyeballed Joey’s entire length, his gaze raking slowly up and down. Will returned to a normal sitting position and leaned in, lowering his already deep voice.
“Thanks for that little opportunity.  I’ve been dying to check you out all night, but I wasn’t going to be quite that obvious about it.”
A minute ago, Joey was blushing at his own self-consciousness, but when he met Will’s heated gaze, the blood rushed to his cock, making his inappropriate attire even more inappropriate.  He squirmed in an effort to discretely adjust himself, but Will’s sultry smile told him it was no use.
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"...Short, sweet and satisfying describes Dragons perfectly. Not the longest read; this gentle, emotionally affecting little tale packed a lot of heart and soul. Not every short story delivers on that front but this one actually brought tears to my eyes at more than one instance, and in a forty five page book I reckon that shows a true skill for not only good writing, but being able to tell a well-rounded story."

"...Jaycee has a knack for heart-rending stories. She manages to draw her readers in to her character’s lives to such an extend it is impossible not to get emotionally involved. And some of her sentences and descriptions are pure jewels."

19 April 2015

Just Try blog Tour - Q & A with Lisa S. Robinson


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

No, not really. I got most of my ideas for Just Try while I was at the gym on the exercise bike.

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

I'm very much a people watcher so quite a lot of real life is in my books. Some of my characters are based around people in my life. But I found that the characters evolved in writing as the story grew. I want people to relate to my books so I try to make them as real as possible.

Q) If you could choose, which published author would you like to brainstorm with and why?

Dannika Dark just blows my mind, her books are like nothing I've read before. I would love to see where she gets her ideas from and how she writes. Major author crush on her!


Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I'm currently writing a paranormal romance that is hopefully going to be a series. Then I have a couple of things up my sleeve



Synopsis:
How can one day turn out to be the best
day of your life, but also the worst?

Maci can answer this question, she is a
changed woman because of it.
It takes one day to change your whole
life, your world, your meaning.

You.

For five years she’s been existing for
one person, and that person isn’t
herself.

Until one day, someone enters her life.
He changes everything that Maci
thought she wanted, deserved and
needed.

Calvin made her want to enjoy life.

This story is about the deepest of love,
the ugliest of pain and the courage to
want more.

Sometimes you have to - Just Try.

Contemporary romance for readers over
the age of 18.


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Excerpt:
My phone rings, startling me. When I look at the screen and see Calvin’s name, I find myself letting out a little girlie squeal.

“Hello, you,” I say, snuggling into my seat.

“So, I wake up from an amazing sleep, look out of my window, and guess what?” he asks in a croaky voice, which sounds like he has, indeed, just woken up.

“What?”

“I see this beautiful girl sitting in a chair in her garden, sipping on what I assume is coffee, and I feel the need to say morning to her.”

“Is that right?” I smile.

“Yup.”

A noise coming from the bottom of my garden startles me. When I see Calvin jump my back fence using one arm, still holding his phone in the other, I can’t believe my eyes. He smiles and briskly walks over to me. I’m stunned, the damn phone still attached to my ear. As soon as he reaches me, he bends down and plants a small kiss on my mouth. He then smiles and says, “Morning”, before turning and walking back to the fence to jump it again. I’m totally dumbstruck. Who does that? Calvin, that’s who. I laugh and shake my head, ending the call when I hear his chuckle.



Author Bio:
Lisa S Robinson is a contemporary romance author, who has been writing her first book and is almost ready for its release. Lisa lives in Cheshire, UK with her partner of thirteen years Charlie, their four year old daughter and their dog, Buster.

She spends her time in between looking after her daughter and working part time. She tends to write in the evenings when her daughter is tucked up in bed.

Lisa being the total bookworm that she is, thinks of her kindle as one of her most prized possessions, and has a major one-click addiction.

Her favourite genres are contemporary and paranormal romance, some of her favourite authors are Dannika Dark, Jodi Ellen Malpas, Katy Evans, Jamie McGuire, Mia Sheridan, Tina Folsom, Christina Lauren, Joanne Wylde and way too many more to mention. 


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16 April 2015

Q & A with Donina Lynn!



Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly!

Thank you having me here today! I’m so excited to be sharing my new release Lose Control with you!

Myles and Cassie’s story isn't about wine and romance. Their journey is about finding love with someone who you not only click with personally, but physically as well.

Let’s be honest, when it comes to sex we all have our likes and dislikes, right? We have our preferences and what we’re willing to do. On the flipside, we also have that list in our heads of deal breakers that when mentioned make you want to run in the other direction because there’s NO WAY you’re giving that a try. Kink-meter has been officially been pegged, thank you very much.

Lose control is about finding that person you’re compatible and comfortable with. The one who has the same wants and desires, and is perfect for you both in and out of the bedroom. It’s about falling for someone who can love every part of who you are … even if some of those parts can be a bit naughty. ;-)

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

No dreaming here. Myles is based on a pleasant mix of a few ex-boyfriends and Cassie, well, I might have given her a smidgen of my stubbornness. J


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

 Coffee and lots of it! In fact, I’m guzzling down a fresh cup of java right now. Ahhhhh…caffeine.


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

I think all authors take some inspiration from real events or people in their lives and put a bit of themselves in their books. I’m no different, and to be honest, I don’t consider myself to be creative. I don’t have one of those great imaginations that can dream up vivid worlds and complex characters. It’s on my bucket list to try to find one, though. But, until I do, I’m going to have to stick with writing about the things I know or the people I’ve met.  I should probably warn my friends about that, huh? 



BLURB:
Myles Oliver Dayton likes control in every aspect of his life. He desires it, demands it in the board room and his bedroom. But when his teenage crush walks into his office to be his temporary assistant, the tight restraint he kept on his emotions starts to come undone. Something he couldn’t allow. His idea of love is demanding and possessive, and in the end there would only be pain—for both of them. 

Cassie Sorrelson grabs onto opportunities when they come along and assisting Myles with all his demands is an opportunity she isn’t about to pass up. Sexy and controlling, he has her breathing hard and soon yearning for more than a few days together at the corporate retreat. When he suddenly pulls back, though, and refuses the desire she knows is running hot within him, Cassie is going to have to work at getting what she wants … making Myles lose control. 

EXCERPT:
Myles closed his eyes and took a long, steadying breath. Cassie begging him, pleading with him to take her was playing havoc with the restraint he prided himself in. He never lost control. In fact, he did what was necessary to make sure he never even came close. This sudden willingness to loosen the tight hold he held himself in check with was a temptation he shouldn’t even be considering. Taking another breath, he buried the feeling as quickly as it surfaced and leaned back to face her. “I haven’t begun to punish you. Turn around.” 

When she turned, he placed his hand between her shoulder blades and gently pushed. “Bend over, hold on to the handles of the chair, and spread your legs.”


Myles clenched and unclenched his fists while he watched Cassie’s long hair cascade across her shoulders and fall around her face as the line of her back drifted lower and her firm ass rose. The picture she created before him—vulnerable, exposed, and so unbelievably fucking sexy—had him strung tight and ready to break. But when his eyes finally registered the thin piece of material that didn’t even come close to covering where the globes of her ass met, he felt himself snap.

She wore that to the beach? That wasn’t a bathing suit. The damn thing was barely a step above a thong, exposing every inch of soft, white skin on her perfectly rounded backside. Myles didn’t have to think hard to imagine the effect it would have on every man she sashayed past. Possessive jealousy rippled through him at the thought of other men drooling over her and being able to get a glimpse of what he was seeing right now. Mine. The word shouted in his head as a fierce need to stake his claim overtook him. It wasn’t about staying in control anymore. It was about him showing her she fucking belonged to him. And by the time he was done, she was going to know just that.

Myles hooked his finger under the flimsy piece of material and ripped it in two.

Cassie’s head flew around. “Hey. What the hell do you—”

A warning rumbled low in his chest, cutting off her words. “What am I doing, Cassie? Is that what you want to know? You disobeyed me. What do you think is going to happen next?” Myles placed himself at an angle, wrapping one arm around her abdomen to support and keep her still as his other hand came to rest on her ass. “You’re going to remember who commands this body. I’m going to fucking make sure of it.”

Wide, shocked eyes looked back at him. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would and will.”

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