Hello! Thank you so
much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!
Thank you for having me! I’m thrilled to be
here! I’ve brought a gift too! I’m giving away a copy of A Tempest of Passion
to a reader that leaves a comment below. *Smile*
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame
of mind?
Music is my muse’s drug. It’s what inspires most of my
stories and helps me get into the writing frame of mind.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
It depends on the book. For instance, in A Tempest of Passion I don’t
include any personal experiences but I did do a lot of research in regards with
the regency era and tried to make the story as authentic as possible.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I’m currently working on a paranormal urban fantasy, as well
as plotting the last two books in the Witches’ Mischief series.
A Tempest of Passion
Emily Bunsbury is most definitely not a fainter. She prefers to
leave that sort of shenanigans to young debutants and to those desperate to
land a husband. She is neither.
Except last night she passed out and was rescued by none other than the town’s most eligible bachelor: William Dalton. Of course, she wants nothing to do with him, but her heart and body don’t seem to be in agreement…
Banished from his pack for a crime he did not commit, William Dalton does not have the desire or the time to court women, yet, when he meets Emily Bunsbury he is incapable of staying away. Certain that it is nothing more than a passing fancy and not the mating pull, he pursues her.
However, as the unknown threat that expelled him from his pack strikes again, William realizes that Emily means much more and he must keep her safe. Now, if only she’d agree to his terms…
As danger grows with each passing day, will the couple learn to trust each other or will their love be nothing more than a temporary tempest of passion?
Except last night she passed out and was rescued by none other than the town’s most eligible bachelor: William Dalton. Of course, she wants nothing to do with him, but her heart and body don’t seem to be in agreement…
Banished from his pack for a crime he did not commit, William Dalton does not have the desire or the time to court women, yet, when he meets Emily Bunsbury he is incapable of staying away. Certain that it is nothing more than a passing fancy and not the mating pull, he pursues her.
However, as the unknown threat that expelled him from his pack strikes again, William realizes that Emily means much more and he must keep her safe. Now, if only she’d agree to his terms…
As danger grows with each passing day, will the couple learn to trust each other or will their love be nothing more than a temporary tempest of passion?
Author Bio:
Considered weird by normal standards – what is
normal anyway?- Elyzabeth M. VaLey enjoys making up songs about mundane things,
doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper, talking to her Lab
whenever he feigns interest and coming up with love stories to make readers
dream.
From
contemporary to historical or fantasy, she enjoys writing stories about good
and evil, love and passion and all that comes in between happy ever after.
Stalk me at:
“Perhaps you can
enlighten me. You’re an accomplished dancer as far as I can see and you seem to
enjoy it, even if you did tell me you didn’t particularly like it. Why don’t
the other men ask you to dance? Must I be on the lookout lest you do something
outrageous?”
They reunited on the
floor. Emily extended her right foot forward allowing her weight to rest on it
before closing her other foot and hopping. She bit back a smile.
“I think most men in
town surrendered in their pursuit for me to dance,” she admitted after a
moment. “I refused all of them for what I spoke was the truth. I am not fond of
dancing.”
“Yet, you’re not chewing
on your lips or pulling them in as you have a habit of doing when carrying out
unpleasant duties.” William chuckled.
“Just like that. Why always so serious, Ms. Bunsbury? Is my company such
a heavy weight on your shoulders that you cannot gift me with a smile?”
“Life is serious
business, Mr. Dalton,” she replied, going around him in a circle. “There is
nothing more odious than being forced to smile.”
“Of course, I know it
well.” His friendly smile vanished, his eyes losing their luster.
“I did not mean to upset
you,” Emily hurried to clarify, suddenly desperate to see the gay light present
in his eyes again.
William’s lips curled
upwards, though the gesture did not reach his eyes.
“It was not your fault,
Ms. Bunsbury. You inadvertently awoke some sad memories. Life is serious
business,” he conceded, twirling her, “but that is precisely why we must enjoy
the precious good
moments such as these, for we never know how long they will
last.”
“Your opinion of good
moments is definitely low if you count this to be one.”
She was teasing him. By
God, she was teasing him and though it took him a moment to realize it, she was
glad at the sound of his rich laughter. Her lips twitched and she found herself
smiling in response to his boisterous mirth.
“Of course I do,” he
said after a few seconds. “I am dancing with a beautiful woman on a fine autumn
day. It cannot get much better than that?” He winked, reminding her of his
ulterior masculine motives and causing her cheerfulness to vanish. “Though you
probably think differently,” William added.
“Indeed.”
The melody having come
to an end, Emily curtsied and turned to walk away from William Dalton. She’d
barely removed herself from the center of the room, when he gripped her elbow.
Emily bit back a gasp. Every time he touched her something inside her awoke
with a hunger that could not be appeased. Tilting her head back so she could
look him in the eyes, she chose to ignore the way her heart leapt.
“That was only one dance, Ms. Bunsbury. You promised me two.”
“Surely, you wouldn’t want to waste your good moments dancing another
tune with me, Mr. Dalton.” She made to leave but his fingers on her arm
tightened. Anger flared in his eyes and his good-natured smile vanished.
“You think little of yourself, Ms. Bunsbury. I am surprised.”
“You are in the wrong, Sir,” she said as politely as she could muster.
“I simply believe that another woman would enjoy your attentions much more than
myself.”
Pulling her arm from his grasp, she veered around, desperate for some
fresh air. Faster than she could muster, he stepped in front of her, blocking
her path. Curling her hands into fists, she fought against the urge to shove
him out of the way.
“Mr. Dalton—!”
“Ms. Bunsbury.”
Emily’s eyes flew to his face at the warning in his tone, her wroth
vanishing and scattering into the wind as their gazes clashed.
“I don’t take kindly to broken promises,” he whispered gruffly.
Her breath caught as he reached for her hand, his fingertips sliding
sensually over her gloved wrist. Her pulse raced, urging her to move or succumb
to the persistent throbbing between her legs.
“You may think yourself fast as a rabbit or cunning like a fox,
Ms. Bunsbury, but I am a hunter and catching prey is my favorite sport.”
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