20 December 2016

Cover Reveal...Sara Zook "Once He's Fallen"

Cover Reveal
Title: Once He's Fallen
Author: Sara V. Zook
Genre: Paranormal
Cover Designer: Susan Garwood from Wicked Women Designs
Releasing early 2017


Death divides love—at least that’s what they say. 

One person is left on the earth, the other’s spirit goes to the unknown, their connection completely severed.

An angel is sent to watch over a woman and comfort her during her time of loss. It takes little time for the angel to realize that the woman was once his lover, her loss being his death.

When a couple’s love is so powerful that not even two different realms can separate them, it makes the rules the angel is under difficult to follow:

He’s not to touch her.
He’s not to speak to her.
He’s to stand in the distance and merely observe.

When another man walks into his love’s life, will the angel swallow his jealousy and obey what he’s told to do, or will he succumb to the emotions of wanting her all to himself, strong feelings threatening to bring disaster to a heartbroken creature of Heaven?   

Sara V. Zook pursued her dream of becoming a writer and after earning her bachelor's degree, sat down to create her first novel in which Strange in Skin was completed in three short months.
She's the author of the Strange in Skin Trilogy, Clipped, A Magic Within & A Chaos Within, Evanescent, Reminiscence, her mobster release, Six Guns Volume 1 & Six Guns Volume 2, The Pull and its sequel The Push, & Take Me.
She resides in Pennsylvania, where she was born and raised, with her husband and three small children.



15 December 2016

Merry Mistletoe Hop!

            Another year is on our doorstep.  Out goes 2016 and in comes the promise of something new, something better.  New Year’s Eve builds our hope that the coming year will be different.  That we’ll be different.  Some will vow to finally lose weight.  Some will vow to quit smoking, work harder, be a better person or spend more time with the kids.  Resolutions are a tradition and yet breaking them is also a tradition.  Some of us even make bets on when they’ll be broken.

            I have decided against making a New Year Resolution.  Yes, I could vow to lose the extra 20 pounds I’ve been holding onto.  But I already know I have to eat right and start exercising.  No, what inspires me now is, of course, my writing.  I feel like my writing ability is growing with every book I write. I have so many ideas and I’m only limited by how fast I can or cannot type. 

There is perhaps no other creative outlet that bares the writers soul quite like writing.  Whether it’s writing poetry, songs or stories, the modern day bard has to tap into deep recesses of the soul.  Writing stories can be a rollercoaster journey, full of emotional ups and downs as the writer tries to convey believable characters and situations.  A writer pours their very essence into their creation, much like Dr. Frankenstein into his monster.  Add a little electricity and pretty soon the author is shouting “It’s Alive!”.

            I hope I get to shout those words a lot this coming year. Happy New Year, the birth of 2017.  I raise my glass and toast to the promise of a new beginning.  Happy writing.  Happy reading.

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Nancy Fraser Visits Today!

Hello Nancy!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…

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

Part of the credit would have to go to the publisher’s submission call. They wanted a man in a kilt! Easy enough. Since the line is erotic romance, I quickly decided on a contemporary setting rather than historical. A wanted a hero who didn’t wear a kilt in his day-to-day life, but felt strongly enough about his heritage to don the kilt for a special occasion. As for my heroine, I knew she needed to be more closely tied to tradition, home and family. Yet, in her own way, a modern woman. Out of that came the story … a dutiful daughter who participates in Highland games, a man who couldn’t wait to conclude his small town visit and get back to his big-city life.

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

I’d never intended it to be … other than being part of The Wild Rose Press’ Real Men Wear Kilts series. However, there are a couple of supporting characters begging for their own stories. No doubt we’ll find another sexy, kilt-wearing hero in the near future.

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

Music and coffee. I choose the music based on the type of book I’m writing. For Kilty Pleasures, it was fiddle and bagpipes. And coffee. I even choose a bag pipe piece, Falkirk Wheel, for my trailer. For my October release, an Egyptian-themed time travel, Eye of the Pharaoh, I listened to the score from the 1999 remake of The Mummy.

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

Yes. Knowing my characters inside and out makes it easier to get into their heads when I’m creating dialogue. Supporting characters will sometimes sneak up on me, but my main characters are drilled into my head before I start.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’m currently working on two projects. The first is a novella for The Wild Rose Press’ new “stranded” series, based on the concept of stranding the main characters until they realize they’re meant for each other. My story, Waking Up in Oz, is loosely based on the Oz legend and set in Oswald, KS, a small town in the midst of series of deadly tornados. The story is set in 1975 and considered a vintage historical.

The second project is a stretch for me … a futurist/alien romance. Contracted to Decadent Publishing, I’m waiting for my first round of edits and expect a summer release.

When Ronan MacAlister returns to Glencoe, Maine to see to the affairs of his late uncle, he's immediately reminded of why he's stayed away. The small town is definitely not his cup of tea, and he can't wait to settle the estate and be done with the cold winters. The only bright spot is the feisty farm manager, Aileen. All grown up now and far from the shy and reserved girl from his childhood, she exudes a steamy sexuality that has Ronan and his unruly body on full alert.

Aileen MacDougall had a huge crush on Ronan when she was a teenager, content to adore him from afar whenever his family came to Glencoe for a visit. Now he's back, and although the circumstances are less than ideal, she's eager to find out if her fantasies can live up to reality. But he holds the key to the future of Glencoe in his hands as well as her own hopes and dreams.

Can being trapped together in a remote cabin during a freak snowstorm melt his heart? Or will they discover they have differences even kilty pleasures can't overcome?

Sneak Peeks:

Excerpt #1:

Angus gave another nod toward the table laden with food. “Why don’t I have her make you a plate? You can grab a spot close to the door and still greet your guests.”

“Thank you. I’d appreciate it.”

While he waited for his food, Ronan studied the townsfolk milling around the brightly lit, albeit stuffy, hall. They came from all walks of life. Farmers, store owners, and bankers. The one and only barber...who happened to be the town’s mayor as well. A cross section of exactly what made this place click and the main reason he could never coax his uncle into leaving.

Time and again his gaze returned to the beautiful woman near the far window. She fanned herself with a slim, delicate hand and he wondered how it would feel to have those same fingers caressing his skin. She was a goddess among a room full of middle-aged farm wives and gray-haired spinsters.

When she opened the shutters to let in some air the evening breeze blew her long, reddish blonde hair from behind her ear. The disheveled strands brushed her creamy cheeks and fell like a curtain over her slim shoulders. She tossed her head from side to side, jostling the silken threads until they came to rest across a pair of voluptuous breasts.

He gave his perusal free rein. Her trim waist flared into nicely curved hips. Perfect to hold onto during a long night of hot, satisfying sex. The thought made his palms itch.

Excerpt #2:

Ronan retrieved the bottle of cabernet from his uncle’s stash and pulled the cork. Aileen was giving him some enticing signals...at least it seemed like it. Given his body’s immediate reaction, he hoped he wasn’t reading her wrong.

He busied himself with building a fire from the logs and kindling in the basket beside the hearth. Once he’d finished, he crossed the great room and drew the curtains closed.

Setting a romantic mood, are you? Ronan gave his pesky conscience a nudge and turned the lock on the cabin door.

The soft ‘ding’ of the microwave proceeded the heavenly aroma of pungent spices. Aileen reached for dishes on the shelf above her head, the stretch of her arms outlining her curvy figure, lifting her lush bottom. His stomach growled with an appreciation that had little to do with food.

“So,” he asked, “what’s for lunch?”

“Beef stew, salad, and homemade biscuits with butter and honey. I put the kettle on for tea and there are sodas and bottled water in the fridge.”

“I’ve decanted the wine. It should go nice with the stew.”

She graced him with another of her smiles. “We can eat here at the table or over by the fire whichever you prefer.”

He nodded toward the low table and pillows in front of the fireplace. “Why don’t you take the food over? I’ll pour us some wine and be right behind you.”

They enjoyed their meal in a companionable silence. Like Aileen, the stew was complex with many layers of flavor. The simple salad was all business and the biscuits and honey a sweet ending. The meal, like the woman who’d made it, stirred his senses and begged to be tasted over and over again.

He set his dishes aside and pushed the table a few feet to the left. Relaxing back against the pillows, he pressed the wine glass to his lips and turned his attention to the sexy beauty sitting across from him.

The glow from the fireplace played off Aileen’s silken hair, turning the reddish blonde highlights to pure gold. He wanted nothing more than to wrap the gossamer strands around their naked bodies.

She took a sip of her wine and closed her eyes. When she darted her tongue out to catch an errant droplet on her lip he nearly lost the last increment of his composure. Not having her...all of her...was no longer an option.

Excerpt #3:

Ronan pushed the last letter into place atop the triple word square. “Reticent. Tacking on to your word and utilizing the ‘e’, that’ll be another eighty-six points for me.”

“Nice play. Too bad you’re still forty points behind.”

He shot her a glare, followed by what he hoped was his most lascivious grin. “You know what would make this more interesting?”

“Let me guess, Strip Scrabble.”

“I was going to say Nude Scrabble, but I’m willing to work for it.”

“I bet you are. Why don’t we put the game away and go to bed? It is after midnight.”

He gathered his remaining game pieces and dumped them into the storage pouch. “I’ll go light a few candles, maybe take a quick shower.”

She nodded and then stood, gathering up the game board and box in her hands. “When you come out of the shower you should put the kilt back on.”

“Hmm...kinky. I like it. What will you be wearing?”

“A smile.”

~ ~ ~

13 December 2016

Release Day STUD FARM by Joanna Blake!

Release Blitz
Title: Stud Farm: The Delancey Brothers
Author: Joanna Blake
Cover Model: Craig Gierish
Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations
Release Date: December 11, 2016


There's a feisty little filly that needs taming. And I'm just the man for the job.

My name's Clint McRae. I took this job without realizing how hard it would be. Hard to train a know-it-all trick rider like Pheonyx Delancey, Hard to get her all the way to the National Championships. Hard to keep my hands off her. She's got talent coming out her ears but she's reckless and wild in the saddle. I can't tell if I want to kiss her or spank her.

By the time the season is over, I'm sure I'll be doing a fair bit of both. I'm older and more experienced so I should know better. But she's the one who's got me hogtied. Meet the newest Delancey!

Stud Farm includes the ALL NEW novella Pheonyx Rising, Ride With Me, Bound To Me and the rewritten Branded as well as an ALL NEW Very Delancey Chrismas! *Please note, these stories are not available anywhere else!


I splashed water on my face, then looked up at myself, leaning against the sink. I had to get out of here. I was way too riled up. I was no good around horses right now. Never mind it being good around Pheonyx. I didn't trust myself not to toss her over my shoulder and carry her off with me.

I wanted to do things to her. Not gentle, sweet things like a beautiful, young girl deserved. Rough and filthy things.

 I splashed more water on my face. Then I tugged my jeans out and splashed water on my stomach and cock. I flinched at the cold but it didn't do a damn thing to make it lie down.

  "Bad dog." I muttered, shaking my head.

There was no use for it. I had a twenty four hour seven a day a week kind of boner. I had to git, while the gittin' was good. I left the bathroom, sneaking around the back way towards my car.

I left my favorite lawn chair where it was. I figured it would be here tomorrow. I couldn't take one more second of almost-naked Pheonyx, covered in slippery suds. I cursed as my hard on got even harder. I cursed again as a sexy redhead in next to nothing caught up to me.

I didn't slow down. I kept right on walking. That didn't stop her. Those impossibly long legs of hers kept up with me just fine. I tried not to notice that her barely covered chest was bouncing with each step. I wanted to grab her, kiss her hard and bury my face in between those luscious tits of hers. I would wrap her long, silky legs around me and-

"Where are you going?"

"PJ's. I need a drink."

I'd spoken without thinking. PJ's was in town and not more than a couple miles from my house. I could leave my car there and stumble home after a few drinks. More than a few drinks. I knew I was gonna have to tie one on to clear my head. A big, Pheunyx Delancey sized bottle for starters. It was a time honored way to avoid thinking about a woman. "Great, I need one too. I'll follow you." I stopped in my tracks.

"Do. Not. Follow. Me."

She smiled at me. "Are you okay?"

I grunted and practically ran for my car. She was still standing there when I peeled off. Her pretty head was tilted to one side, as if she was hatching something. I shuddered to think what that might be.
I was still hot and bothered, sitting at the bar an hour later when Pheonyx walked in. She'd put on some clothes thank the good lord. Too bad those clothes were a skin tight pair of jeans and a hot pink camisole that didn't cover much more than the bikini. She'd done something to her face too. I exhaled sharply when I realized she was wearing makeup. Just a little around the eyes and something pink and shiny on her lips. She'd curled her hair too. I knew it was for me. She was sending me a signal. An impossible to resist one. God help me, but I lit up at the sight of her. I'd thought she was pretty before. But right now, she shined.

The air in the room changed as she strode across the bar. Every man in the place sat up straight. I stared straight ahead, refusing to pant after her like the rest of the dogs. Goddammit. She'd followed me.



   jompauthorbio Joanna Blake loves good old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and the women who love them. She's thrilled to be collaborating with Pincushion Press on her new series! Come along for the ride! XoX, Joanna
Other books by Joanna Blake
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Slay Me (ROCK GODS): http://amzn.to/1B3FAMm
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Wanted By The Devil (DEVIL'S RIDERS): http://amzn.to/1B68bkl
Still Waters (DEVIL'S RIDERS): http://amzn.to/1I7qwug
Safe In His Arms (DEVIL'S RIDERS): http://amzn.to/1QrZ58n
The Rock Star Next Door (Joanna Blake Singles): http://amzn.to/1B68mvT
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02 December 2016

Shari Elder Stops by to Chat about Sci-Fi Romance....

­­Hello Shari!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…

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

First, thanks so much for having me. I’m glad to be here. Race to Redemption is Book #1 of the science fiction romance series Green Rising. It is set in a world where corrupt corporations fund an equally corrupt intergalactic government. They all hoard resources, keeping the general populace poor and use 24/7 surveillance and a Cyborg Army to maintain control. Below the surface, a rebel coalition is emerging. I have seven romance novels planned, in which the opposition will take several steps forward, then get knocked back a few steps, until their alternative world finally takes hold. In this book, which gets it all started, our heroine, Elaina is very much part of the corporate world. Through her experience as a transport pilot for Erik, she discovers that there is another way to live.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book? And what gave you the inspiration for your book?

I am answering these together because a really fun fact is how this concept evolved. I wanted to write a story about heroes and heroines who had different careers. In the very first version, Elaina was a NASCAR driver, and Erik was a doctor on an outpost in North Africa, who ran a clinic as a cover story, but he was actually a special ops agent assigned to monitor bioterrorist activity.  As the idea developed, I found the issues so complicated, and the research so vague, that it morphed into a science fiction romance. In this way, I could play with the ideas with a greater degree of freedom.  Elaina became a storm racing pilot, and Erik a doctor-scientist monitoring biogenetic tampering.

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

I generally write at the same time every day, which is first thing in the morning and on the metro to work.  I think the persistence and regularity ‘trains’ the muse.  My life, like many of you, is hyper-busy, so by identifying a time and keeping it sacred to my writing, it keeps things moving along.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I just finished a draft of a paranormal novella entitled Unnatural Allies.  It picks up at the end of my previous Evernight Release, Shifter Trials. I am also about a quarter finished with the Scent of Memory, which is Green Rising Book #2. It will be a big win for the rebels.

Book info

Race to Redemption (Green Rising Book #1) is science fiction romance jam-packed with action, one panty-melting hero, sexy alien races, and a kickass heroine. In the story, a pilot and a doctor race across the desert to prevent a deadly plague while fighting the pull of their own hearts.

Race to Redemption Blurb

A woman who lost everything.
Intergalactic storm racing champion Elaina Carteret had it all – fame, wealth, men – until a horrific accident took it away. To get it back, she agrees to pose as Lainie Carter, medical transport pilot and corporate spy. Her risk-taking attitude infuriates Dr. Erik Johansen, who runs the outpost with an iron hand, a permanent scowl and the tightest bod on the planet.

A man desperate for redemption.
Unable to forgive himself for a past tragedy, Erik works himself into an early grave. He has no patience for the insubordinate Lainie Carter, who can’t take an order, disrupts routine and flames his body to ash.

A planet at risk.
When the outpost is attacked, they’re thrown together in a race across the desert to stop a deadly biogenetic weapon As a fragile trust blossoms between two damaged hearts, their pasts resurface and threaten their growing bond.

Be warned:  anal sex, bondage, menage sex, gender neutral characters.

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About Shari Elder

Hello, I'm Shari. By day, I crawl out of bed, mainline coffee, walk the dog, get my kid off to school, hop on the metro, and save cities within the four walls of my office. Usually by email.

At night, the other Shari emerges.  I take off the suit, curl up on the couch and let my imagination play, with words and images until stories take shape (while periodically checking on my teen-ager, hiding out in the bedroom and plotting world domination).  As my alter ego, I save cities in a cape and spangled tights, wander space and time on a surfboard, fly over the Himalayas on feathered wings, make six-toed footprints in indigo talc snow on the sixth planet in the Andromeda galaxy or eavesdrop on Olympian gods while pretending to whip up a bowl of ambrosia.

In all these wondrous worlds, romance and passion blossom. I can't resist a happy ending. And I am particularly prone to writing happy endings for those who have given up on ever getting one. That gives me immense satisfaction. 

Join me on my journey. The best ideas emerge from team work.

Find Shari

Twitter:           @ShariElderBooks
Web/Blog:       www.sharielder.com
Pinterest:         https://www.pinterest.com/ShariElderBooks/

01 December 2016

Constance Bretes Visits with a Rafflecoptor Prize!

Hello Constance!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you. 

Thank you for having me today. I really appreciate it!

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

Mostly, I dream of my characters. I’ve spent many years single, and imagining the kind of man I’d like in my life, and the situations we’ve encountered. This is especially so with my first release, Delayed Justice, and my fourth release, Book of Love, which is being featured today.

Q) Is this book part of a series? 

No, this one is not a part of a series.

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

In the story, Book of Love, Janice, the heroine, came to Colstrip, Montana with a car that Chris, the hero, coined as the car from hell. Every week she’d bring the car in for him to work on because something went wrong. She has no money for car repairs, so he is trying to help her out, but she gets angrier at him each time she goes to the shop for more repairs. Below is a little snippet of an encounter between them and her car horn.

She walked to the door, then turned around and asked him, “What happened to the horn?”
He looked at her blankly with his eyebrows raised. “What about your horn?” Even as
words left his mouth, he knew it was a mistake to ask.
“It was working fine when I got to Colstrip, but now it doesn’t work!”
Aaron came to see what the commotion was about.
“Probably the damn thing rusted off and is laying alongside the road,” Chris muttered under his breath.
“What did you say?” She looked back at him with a flash of anger in her eyes.
“Nothing.” He really didn’t know what the hell happened to the horn.
She regarded him coolly. “You probably took it off and never put it back on.”
“Now why would I do something like that?” he asked her irritably. He was starting to really get angry with her, but he held himself in check.
“I don’t know, maybe you have a horn fetish or something.”
Aaron left the room and went into the office.
“I don’t know what happened to your horn, but if you want me to put one on I will.”
“No, that’s okay. I don’t need it.” She turned and walked out the door.
He looked after her, exasperated. First she yells at me about her horn, then when I said I’d fix it, she says no. Women. He shook his head as he walked back to his office for a second to cool off. He walked in on his son who was in the middle of fits of laughter. Chris wasn’t amused.
“Did you do something to her horn, Dad?”
“I don’t know what the hell happened to her damn horn,” he replied flatly.

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

I retired from a day job last year, and I’ve discovered that I don’t need as much sleep. So I get up between 3 and 5 AM, get my coffee, go through my emails, and then I sit and write until hubs get up. It works well for me, and I enjoy the quiet during that time.

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

All of my books have something in them that has happened to me in my real life. Mostly humorous things and events. I like my books to show realistic, every day people and the things that happen to them.

I’ve been a strong supporter of Domestic Abuse ( http://www.thehotline.org/) and in Book of Love, my heroine came from an abusive relationship and I’ve another book that has been contracted, but not yet ready for publication, called Blue As Sapphires, where the heroine came from an abusive relationship. It’s hard to write about this subject, but I feel it’s so important to ‘show’ it in some form, address it, and provide a happy ever after, to hopefully make it as real as possible, and 
show women of domestic abuse that there is hope and they can get out of their environment.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have three books I’m getting ready to send off to the publisher. They are:  Jade’s Redemption, Elkhorn In The Moonlight, and Love, A Second Time Around. All three are at beta readers now, and I hope to get them ready to send in this month. I also participated in the NaNoWriMo, (National November Write Month) and now I’m tweaking the first draft about a burn victim recovering and discovering herself, and her relationship with her husband, whom she’d been separated from for two years. The story is a little hard to write, because her personal psyche is almost biographical of some things that I went through before I met my husband.  Gordon Lightfoot wrote a song called “Poor Little Allison” that resonates with me because it was the way I used to be and feel, and I wrote the manuscript based on the lyrics and concept of that song. The book is called The Burn Factor.

Book of Love By Constance Bretes

A librarian, a mechanic, and a psychotic ex. What could go wrong?

When her marriage came to a devastating end, Janice Meyers moved to Montana to try to escape her past and get a fresh start. She's sworn off men, but she didn't anticipate meeting Chris.

After the death of his wife, Chris Jamisen focused all his time and energy on running his auto repair shop and raising his children. He's not looking for love, and when he first meets Janice, the town's new librarian, he never imagines they might embark on a relationship. Sure, he'll admit he finds the smart, sexy blonde attractive, but the frustrating woman expects miracles from him. Her vehicle is practically beyond repair, but she insists he has to keep it running.

As Chris gets to know Janice, he begins to develop feelings for her, but he's reluctant to pursue a relationship. He's Native American, and he worries about the complications of a biracial relationship. He's experienced prejudice first hand, so he knows how difficult it can be.

When Janice's ex-husband shows up seeking revenge, things could reach a horrible end. Will Chris save Janice in time? And will he and Janice be able to set aside their painful pasts and give their relationship a chance?

Content Warning: contains some sexual content

NOTE: This book is being offered as one of two rafflecoptor prizes at my website, http://www.constancebretes.com/news--things.html which ends TODAY at midnight!

Twitter: @ConnieBretes

30 November 2016

The Final Wip It Wednesday Asks....Naughty or nice?

Who's being naughty and who's being nice, and who's gonna get spanked within an inch of her life? Inquiring minds have to know…

Years ago I wrote a screenplay, about a woman who returns home after a disastrous marriage. Not the most original idea, I know, but it was a “what if” story for me.  What if I returned to the small Missouri town I grew up in and my high school best friend and I reconnected?  I’d always had a crush on him so of course it was something I’d thought of.  Needless to say, the screenplay wasn’t very good, but years later, I reworked the manuscript into book form. 

In it, the heroine Alannah returns to her home town, and not only does she reconnect with her old friend, she is drawn into his world of spankings and kink.  Kink had always been something taboo, not on her radar, but she discovers it’s a perfect way to turn out her thoughts and simply enjoy sex.  All the negativity of her failures streaming through her head gets turned off when he ties her up and blind folds her.  She is able to focus on his tone and not the doubts that cloud her mind. 

Now, this book could’ve easily just turned into a smut book without any substance, but I wanted this book to be about freedom and not just sex for sex’s sake.  Alannah has a lot to work through in her head, but in the end I think I did her justice in finding her happy ever after.  Here’s a tantalizing excerpt to show a bit of her naughty side….

“I want to blindfold you,” he repeated. 
            “Why?  Did you read that book?  Because not every woman is into BDSM.”
            He gave her the enigmatic little smile that she was rapidly coming to love.  “Your mind wanders too much from one thing to another and if you think too hard that hinders you reaching sexual fulfillment.  If you think you have to make a certain face or do a certain thing during sex, then your mind locks you up.  The reason why you came so hard last night was because it was so dark you couldn’t see me and you knew I couldn’t see you.  This blindfold will take away that thinking.  All you have to do is feel.”
            For some strange reason that made sense because the only time she could get intimate with Bryce was if all the lights were out.  Slowly she nodded and turned around.  Sky placed the material over her eyes and tied it tight.  She couldn’t see a thing.
            And then his hands were on her blouse, working the buttons free.  Was he going to turn off the light?  He could still see her and, god, she hadn’t lost those last ten pounds.  In high school she used to be a skinny little thing.  Not so much now.  When the material fell of her shoulders she tensed. 
            “Are you going to turn off the lights?” she asked.
            “Hush,” he ordered.
            She felt him walk around her and unhook her bra clasp and ease the scrap of lace away.  With a sense of modesty, because she could feel his eyes on her, she brought her arms up and crossed over her chest.
            “No,” he said, and peeled her arms off her breasts, placing them at her sides.  “You’re beautiful.”
            “I’m no longer that skinny girl,” she mumbled, feeling heat scorch her face.
            “Good.  I’ve already told you I don’t want a girl in my bed.  You, Alannah, are one sexy woman.”
            Oh, good line.  She had to give him points for that.  Along with his law degree he must have picked up an award in smooth talking.  His hands moved to her slacks, unzipping them and pushing them down her legs.  He helped her take them off by lifting one foot and then the other.  The only thing left were her panties, a mere bit of silk that didn’t cover much.  Those he left on.
            “Now, I’m going to tie your hands together.”
            She jerked back.  “What?  Why?”
            “Because this is all about making you feel and another way to take away your thoughts is to restrict your movement.  Without your hands you have to rely on me, and I want you to give me your control.  Just free your mind to feel, Alannah.”
            “Um.  Wait.  Are you into BDSM?”
            “No, Alannah,” he answered, sounding amused.  “I only practice bondage.”
            Her mouth dropped open.  Holy crap!  What’d she get herself into? 
            “Some people need freedom that only corporal passivity can provide,” he told her and there was that tone again, that commanding voice that turned her on big time.  “By giving over your control to me, it allows you to concentrate on your inner spirituality and to feel peace.  Trust me, Alannah.  I know how to take care of you, baby.”
Thanks for reading!
When Alannah’s husband tells her she’s boring and he doesn’t want to be married to her anymore she spirals into a world of hurt and confusion. She decides to go back to her hometown in Missouri to figure out where she lost the confident girl she used to be.

Speeding into town, she’s pulled over by her old best friend, Skylar Randall, now the town sheriff. He’s still mad at her for leaving twelve years ago without a word of good-bye. But suddenly Sky isn’t just her high school friend anymore, he’s morphed into a man who goes after what he wants, and he’s just declared he wants her.

But Sky’s private world is one full of bondage and in trying to silence the doubts in her head, he will tie her up as long as it takes for her realize that what she really left behind was faith, hope and whole lot of kisses.

*Paper Kisses is available in all ebook formats.

28 November 2016

Celeste Davis new Release!

Release Blitz
Title: The Gate
Series: Heartfire Books
Author: Celeste Davis
Release Date: November 28, 2016


Torn between two men who are more than human...

Kaylia and Dylan are on the run, awake and asleep. To protect his girlfriend, Dylan has turned their off-campus house into a fortress.

But to Kaylia, it has begun to feel like a prison.

Then there's the strange man who has been haunting her dreams. Kaylia can't tell if he's friend or foe, but he's been reaching out to her in a very persistent way. He sends her flirtatious notes and, at last, a warning. Kaylia resists until the unthinkable happens and she is forced to take a stand. Dylan has no choice but to follow her into the jaws of the beast...

The Gate is the latest installment in the Heartfire series! Look for the next book, and a parallel series, coming soon!


The latest installment in the Heartfire Series is LIVE! The entire series is on sale for 99c, FREE in KU!
Celeste Davis has been fascinated by the paranormal since a young age. She has studied various forms of magic and astral projection starting in her teenage years and still frequently travels at night!
Her new series of books will explore different dark worlds, and the things that remain hidden. Part the curtain and see what lies beneath!

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