31 January 2016

The NØ Frat Clause - Naughty Office Romance by HK Carlton

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

Thank you so much for inviting me, Beth! Excited to be here.

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

An interesting fact about this story is that it has had several different tellings and titles.
Considering it is not that old of an idea, this story has gone in many different directions.
The first title I dubbed this one was, Say My Name, since our sexy hero Roger, often says that to his new personal assistant Lexi, during some very intimate moments. The next incarnation of this story was entitled, The Moment of Truth, but I tried something a little different and it was not well received, it just didn’t work out. Live and learn. So back to the drawing board, I reworked the original Say My Name manuscript, but I no longer felt like that was the right title for the new and improved story. I finally decided on The NØ Frat Clause, because it is the crux of our hero and heroine’s conflict.

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

The idea for this story actually spawned from an image prompt in one of the weekly blog hops I participate in, Masturbation Monday. The explicit picture was of a man fully dressed in a business suit, sitting on a cream leather couch, playing with a naked woman. It immediately took me to an office setting and I wrote a short erotic flash fiction to go along with it. A couple of weeks later, with Lexi and Roger still on my mind and a second erotic image prompt for M-Monday, another part of their story materialized. By then I realized Lex and Rog had a story to tell.

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

Coffee, coffee and more coffee, along with my Chihuahua by my side.

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

They absolutely develop for me on the fly. I might have a vague direction when I start, but the characters show me the way and often it isn’t where I expect to end up. They’re a pushy lot.

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

When I first started writing a lot of real life went into my stories but sooner or later you run out of things to share or that you can relate to. Often the day to day, is not that interesting. LOL. Not to say I don’t throw some of my own experiences or of those around me into it, I do, but  some of my more recent projects, I have zero experience in, so we’ll see how that goes. J I’ve been known to use snippets of conversation I’ve overheard, while I’m out and about, between absolute strangers, into my stories. So word to the wise, be careful what you share in public. You never know who might be sitting within earshot at the coffee shop, at the grocery store or on a plane. Author fodder is everywhere.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have several manuscripts on the go but nothing complete at the moment. So stay tuned.

Temptation... It's all around us... the flesh is weak.

Haven't we all been tempted, at one time or another? Sometimes it's just too hard to be good.

Whether it's that rich chocolaty slab of cake alongside a cold glass of white milk while you're on a diet, or that drool-worthy muscle bound guy at the gym who you can't seem to keep your greedy gaze from, or the gorgeous young intern, new to the firm, who just needs some good training.

Temptation doesn't obey the rules and though they try their best to fight it, Roger and Lexi, don't either, The NØ Frat Clause.


Fresh out of college, Lexi Wideman lands an entry level job at a lucrative recruiting firm. Only six months into her tenure, she’s offered a major promotion—executive assistant to Roger Kent, the company’s coveted corporate headhunter. Older, irresistible, and ruggedly handsome, Roger Kent turns her into a liquid pool of need with just one smoldering glance. But the opportunity is just too good to pass up this early in her career. Lexi must find a way to remain professional while panting after her boss.

Roger Kent is thrown off guard when the company execs all of a sudden decide he needs an assistant. Perhaps he does, but Lexi Wideman is not the girl for him. She's smart, young, and gorgeous. It's hard enough trying to keep his eyes off her. Working in such close proximity, day after day, it would only be a matter of time before his hands followed.

So much for the No Frat Policy.

I hope you enjoy this naughty tease. A little Love in an Elevator...
(sorry, I just got that song stuck in your head for the rest of the day).


All of a sudden the lights flickered once again, and the lift jerked.

Lexi grabbed my thigh in panic. “Oh God!”

Oh God was right. Any higher and she was going to get a rock-hard handful.

I wound my arms around her, and we held on as the elevator came to shuddering halt. The lights went out entirely, plunging us into complete darkness. The hydraulic hum of the mechanics powering down droned. Then there was silence except for the clicking of the cables.

“Ohhh …” Lexi said in alarm.

“It’s okay. Take it easy,” I reassured her. “The auxiliary lights should come on in a second when the generators kick in.” But seconds ticked by and nothing happened.

“What’s happening?” she asked, her voice warbling.

“Power outage from the storm I’d say. Guess you were right, we should have taken the stairs.”

“Oh boy.” I felt her take a deep shuddering breath. She shifted, centering her back to my chest, and relaxed into me. I tried to maintain some distance, but there was no help for it, with her perfect little ass snugged right up against my upper thighs. There was no way she missed the massive bulge in my pants. She tensed, but she didn’t pull away either.

I inhaled her familiar scent. Another bad idea. It was just as arousing as the rest of her. She smelled fanfuckingtastic.

Her breathing became erratic. I was afraid she was about to panic.

“We’re okay. Relax.” I ran my hands up and down her arms.

She melted into me.

“Do you have your cell phone?” I asked in a tight voice. “We could use it for light. And-or call for help. At least let someone know we’re in here.”

“No, I left mine at the office. You?”

“I think I tossed mine in the briefcase. It's down here by our feet somewhere.”

A ringing noise made us both jump.

I released her and groped in the dark until I found the little door containing the emergency phone. “Hello?” I answered in a clipped tone.

“What's your name, and how many are with you?” a gruff voice barked.

“Roger Kent. There are two of us. Myself and my assistant.”

“We're working on getting you down. Try not to panic.”

“All right, but can you do something about the auxiliary lighting?”

“The generators should engage anytime now. Sit tight.”

“Okay, we’ll sit tight. As if we have a choice,” I said as I hung up.

From the awkward way I'd been leaning, I straightened up slightly, rearranging my hips back into the corner. “We’re gonna be a while,” I said and reached for Lexi. It was pitch black. I couldn’t make out a goddamn thing. “Where'd ya go? Christ, it’s dark.”

“I'm searching for the cell.” Just then my palm made contact with a nicely rounded hip. Oh fuck, she was bent over in front of me. I followed the soft plump curve as she rooted through the briefcase. I closed my eyes and took long, slow inventory of her shapely backside. I stifled a groan, but it escaped as more of a grunt.

Slowly, she straightened and turned in my direction. The low light from my cell screen glowed, illuminating the space between us.

The tension between us was palpable. She stared at me. Her lips parted. I don’t know what she saw in my expression. One of us made a growling sound. I suspect it was me.

Simultaneously, she dropped the phone and reached for me as I grabbed for her. I sought her lips hungrily as the darkness enveloped us once more. She moaned something incoherent into my mouth.

In a wild frenzy, we nipped and sucked at each other’s mouths, our hands roamed free and greedily. My cock lengthened to painful proportions.

Lexi arched into me, her ample breasts pressing against my upper chest. She squirmed as I tried to gather her sweet backside in my greedy hands. Lifting her, I thrust my hips at her, leaving no doubt as to what I wanted.

In answer, she pressed her pelvis against me. The pressure felt amazing, but I wanted more.

“Yeah,” she cried softly. “Yeah …”

Fuck yeah!

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11 January 2016

Q & A with Amber Morgan!

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

Thanks for having me! :D

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

I'm a classic pantser – planning ahead when it comes to writing is just not in my nature. But I know with short stories that every word counts, and I didn't want to waste words introducing a new couple and have them fall in love in an extremely short time-frame. So I went with a reunited lovers theme instead – Lara and Zane broke up a year ago. In WAKING THE LIONESS, chance throws them back together. They already know each other and have a deep, complex history. Adding Tate to the mix (who has his own established relationship with Zane) gives Lara and Zane's relationship a new twist...which was lots of fun to write!

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

It will hopefully be the first in a series of shorts set in and around the fictional town of Malkin Ridge, focusing on shapeshifters and their love lives! I have a vague idea for a sequel to Lara/Zane/Tate's story.

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

I make up playlists for the majority of my projects – songs that remind me of characters or scenes, and I listen to those when I can't write, to keep me in the right mood for when I can write!

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

As well as the sequel to WAKING THE LIONESS, I'm working on an MC romance called Wolf's Hunt, the second in my Wild Blood MC series. I've also got a couple more short stories in the works, both paranormal romances, but very different in tone. I'm hoping to finish Wolf's Hunt before anything else – the end is so very close!

Convinced she could never give her fiance what he truly wanted, cat-shifter Lara Carey walked away from her home and her engagement, and started fresh in New Orleans. One year on, she's never stopped missing Zane Walker...but it's too late to do anything about it, isn't it?

Zane Walker hasn't come to New Orleans to find Lara, but when chance throws them together, his passion for her is reignited. There's just one problem. Zane's new lover is missing somewhere in New Orleans, and even if Zane and Lara find him, can Lara accept him and Zane?

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Author Bio and Links

Amber is the secret identity of a writer who normally pens urban fantasy, but feels like stretching her wings. Amber loves darker romance, anti-heroes, good red wine, and expensive chocolate (sometimes all at once). She's based in the UK and lives in an adorable cottage with her dream man and two stupid snakes.

07 January 2016

Congrats to Jessica Coulter Smith on her New Release!

Kicked off his home world after losing his mate, Reyvor has made a place for himself on Earth, spending his afternoons drinking and his nights cruising the streets on his Harley. But all of that is about to change. A commotion outside of his motel room just may turn out to be his saving grace.

Hazel has lost everything, but she'd do it all again if it meant escaping the abusive boyfriend who liked to beat on her three girls and herself. Dumpster diving has never been her favorite thing to do, but she doesn't have a penny to her name and her girls are starving. But when she's caught, something miraculous happens.

Reyvor knows right away that the petite woman with the large blue eyes needs him. When he hears that this little ragtag family hasn't eaten in days, he convinces Hazel to accept a warm meal and a place to stay for the night. The girls warm his heart and remind him of what he once wanted out of life. Is it too late to start over?

Hazel is hesitant to trust anyone again with her heart, but Reyvor is determined to make her his. What's an alien to do when all he wants is a loving family to call his own? He'll break down her defenses one by one, until she melts against him and begs for his kiss. But can he claim the feisty Hazel without completely losing his heart to her?

Character Interview

Nikki, you’re the big sister. I would imagine you feel protective when it comes to your siblings. Did you have any reservations about Reyvor when you met?

No. I could tell by looking in his eyes that he was kind. Not many men would offer to let a woman and her three kids stay in his hotel suite, feed them, and clothe them. He didn’t hesitate when he saw we needed help; he just stepped in and gave us whatever we needed.

So you were okay with your mom dating him?

Reyvor is wonderful. I only wish Mom had found him sooner. Maybe if she’d had a chance to meet someone like Reyvor, she never would have stayed with Dad, and we wouldn’t have ended up on the streets.

What’s it like living on the streets?

Scary. You never know where your next meal will come from, or if there will even be one. Unless you have money to spend at a truck stop, there’s not really a chance for a hot shower, and you can forget about clean clothes because money is too scarce to spend it at a laundromat. I think the scariest thing was the night Abby was almost abducted from the homeless shelter while we slept. If she hadn’t managed to scream, I doubt we would have ever seen her again.

You’re a very brave little girl to go through all that.

I’m not little. And you have to be strong to make it on the streets. There isn’t really a choice if you want to survive.

But things are good now, right? You’re happy?

Very! Reyvor bought us this amazing house where we all have our own room. And I’m kind of hope for another sister or maybe a brother before too long. Mom told Reyvor she would be okay with having more children and I think it would be great to have a bigger family.

Well, thank you for visiting with me, Nikki. I’m glad you got your happy ending.

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Hazel looked at her children and wondered what she was going to do next. It had been weeks since they’d had a bath, even longer since they’d had clean clothes. All of their belongings had been stolen at a shelter downtown, and poor Abby had almost been abducted. Hazel had steered clear of the place since then, deciding it was safer on the streets. They’d slept in the park on nights when it was nice, and huddled in shop doorways on rainy ones. It had been so long since they’d felt the comfort of a bed or had the luxury of a roof. But living on the streets was better than the alternative.
“Momma,” Winnie said. “Are we going to sleep here with the nice purple man?”
“He’s a Terran, honey, and no. We’ll stay long enough to eat and then we should move along. It was nice of him to offer food for us, but we mustn’t take advantage of him.” Even though she had to admit staying with him wouldn’t be a hardship. When she’d crashed into him, she’d felt the strength in his arms and her gaze had clashed with his dark pansy colored one. She’d felt her heart race in her chest and had hoped he couldn’t feel it too.
Abby curled into the corner of the sofa. “But it’s nice here. I don’t want to leave.”
“I’m sorry, sweet angel. I know you miss things like TV…”
“And hot water,” Nikki mumbled.
“But we just can’t afford a place right now,” Hazel continued as if her eldest daughter hadn’t just smarted off.
“Since you don’t work, we’re never going to afford a place,” Nikki said. “Are we going to live on the streets forever? Because right now, I’d rather be home with Dad.”
Hazel sucked in a sharp breath. “You don’t mean that! Your father is the reason we’re living the way we do. Did you really want to stay and see if he became angry enough to kill one of us? Or all of us? Weren’t you tired of the beatings and screaming?”
“Daddy’s a mean man,” Winnie said. “But the purple man seems nice. Maybe he wants a family.”
“Honey, you can’t just pick a man and decide to live with him.” Well, technically you could, but she didn’t want to get into that with her middle child. At seven, Winnie was too smart for her own good. And Hazel wouldn’t lie to herself… she kind of liked the idea of staying with the Terran. Their meeting had been brief, but she’d seen kindness in his eyes and there was a gentleness to his touch. Two things that had been missing from her life for a long time.
“Why did you stay with Dad so long if he’s so horrible?” Nikki asked.
“Your father was nice when we first met, and he treated me right. It wasn’t until Winnie was born that he began to change. Something twisted in his mind and suddenly everyone was out to get him and nothing was ever good enough. $We weren’t good enough. I’d rather live on the streets than take a chance on your father harming one of you again.”
The sound of a motorcycle alerted Hazel to the alien’s return. She shushed the girls and hoped they wouldn’t say anything embarrassing in front of him. He really did seem like a nice man, but they would accept their meal and be on their way. If they hurried, they might still get a good spot at the park to sleep for the night. Not that Hazel did much sleeping. She dozed off here and there, but she tried hard to stay awake and watch over the children. Her body was exhausted and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept through the night.
Unbidden, an image of her wrapped in Reyvor’s arms rippled through her mind. What would it be like to be held all night by someone like him? She doubted she would ever find out.

About the Author
What happens when you get two artistic romantics together? An impulsive marriage proposal - and a woman who says yes (on the first date)! While Jessica's husband may not have intended for the words "marry me" to pop out on their first date, she surprised him even more by saying yes! That was in 2000 and they're hoping for many more years together.

Jessica Coulter Smith began writing at an early age, but it wasn't until 2008 that someone convinced her to have one of her stories published. When she received her acceptance letter in August 2008, it set her on an incredible journey, one she hopes will never end. In 2010, she decided to stay home with the kids and write full-time. It's a decision she hasn't regretted, and one that will hopefully result in many more stories to come.
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