29 May 2016

Amber Morgan visits today with her new MC book!

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

Thank you for having me!

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

Yes, this is book two in my Wild Blood MC series. Book one was Tanner's War (http://tinyurl.com/ztpns44). In that, I introduced my gang of bikers and the conflicts and loyalties that shape their lives. In Wolf's Hunt, I've hopefully given a deeper insight into the guys, as well as set up some future plots! I'm enjoying writing the books so much, and don't want to stop any time soon! The relationships (both between the men and their women, and between the MC members themselves) are really compelling to me, and hopefully will be to readers too.

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

Hmm, why not both? Interesting fact – Wolf's Hunt ended up being over twice as long as Tanner's War, which caught me off-guard! Fun fact – New Orleans, where the  bulk of the book is set, is my dream holiday destination. I would love to visit there one day, and it was very cool researching it for the book.

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

I'm a total pantser. I have a rough idea of how the characters and stories will develop, but I'm always surprised by something along the way! There are two side characters in particular in Wolf's Hunt who are now crying out for their own stories, and that was definitely not the plan!

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have plans for several more books in the Wild Blood series, and hope to start book 3 soon. I've also got a couple of short stories in the works unrelated to this series (one paranormal, one NA/contemporary). I also write urban fantasy under another name, so I always have a couple of projects on the go! The hard part is usually deciding which one to work on next...


~Editor's Pick~ 

He's trying to make things right.

Three years ago Wolf fled New Orleans, leaving heartache and violence in his wake. Now he's got one chance to win back the woman he left behind, Clea Allary. There's just one thing standing in his way—the deadly President of the Voodoo Kin MC, a man who will stop at nothing to finish Wolf and claim Clea for himself. Whether she likes it or not.

She's trying to survive

Clea's been staying one step ahead of the Voodoo Kin ever since Wolf broke her heart and disappeared. But it's getting harder to cope and there's no way out that she can see. When Wolf crashes back into her life, he offers her a dangerously tempting escape route. But how can she ever trust him again?

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He didn't wait for her to change her mind. Lust and longing surged through him and he stood, pulling her up into his arms. She fell against him with a cry that ignited Wolf's fiercest feelings. He didn't just want to kiss her. He wanted her. Wanted to claim her, wanted to make it plain to everyone and anyone that Clea Allary was his, still, now, and always.
He took her mouth roughly, running his hands down her back to cup her ass and pull her in hard against him. She clutched at his t-shirt, grabbing handfuls of it as if it was the only thing holding her up, and she whimpered his name against his lips. It drove him wild. That little sound was like a jolt of adrenaline, and it traveled directly to his cock, hardening him almost to the point of pain.
Their kiss was hard, desperate, almost a battle of wills, as if Clea was eager to stamp her ownership on him too. She shoved her hands under his t-shirt, raked her nails down his back. Wolf hivered in pleasure and squeezed her ass in answer. She writhed against him, nibbling at his lips. The feel of her hands on his bare skin was too much for Wolf. He tried to push his hands down the back of her jeans, but they were skin-tight and he broke away from the kiss with a curse. Clea laughed at him.
"Giving up already?" Her eyes sparkled with amusement and desire.
Wolf brushed her hair back from her face, drinking in that look. His heart swelled and his entire body ached with need for her. He'd never thought he'd get that look from her again. "Never again. Not when it comes to you." He reinforced his words with another kiss, then gave her a gentle push, forcing her to sit back down on the bed.
Once again he knelt before her, hands gliding up and down her thighs as he studied her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips invitingly swollen from his kisses. Her breasts heaved under the t-shirt he'd given as she caught her breath. He didn't plan to let her recover so soon, but he wanted to be sure before he did anything else that she knew there was no turning back now.
"Tell me you want this," he said. "I can't walk out of here, do what I have to do, without taking a piece of you with me."
She licked her lips, a nervous gesture, and he wondered if she'd still do it if she knew it made him want to jump on her. For a second he thought she'd turn him away – and he would have gone, but damn, it would have been agony to do it. Then she smiled coyly...

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 an adorable cat.

24 May 2016

Beth and Bryce's Totally True Info on Food and Stuff, For Reals!

Ever wonder about bread pudding?  Yeah, neither have I.  And this blog post won't be sharing any secrets, except for maybe those who live in Vermont.  In any case, enjoy!


Beth: Bleh on casseroles.

Bryce: Bread pudding is a type of casserole.

Beth: I disagree.  Casseroles must have a vegetable in them.  Bread pudding -if made correctly and without raisins...BLEH on raisins- has nothing but gooey sugary fat goodness in it.

Bryce: Au contraire! Clarence Bloomington Casserole III, inventor of the casserole said, "Casserole may be veg or meat, savory or sweet. Chief among it's possibilities, it must be bland to eat."

Beth: Well, that disqualifies bread pudding. It's not bland to eat. Unless made by a person with no taste buds.

Bryce: Oh, it's the blandest. That's why they dump a minimum of a gallon of Bourbon over each one. After a couple of bites, you forget how fucking bland it is. I can't believe how you've danced past the best and most obvious fact to support your argument.

Beth: Mmmm....Bourbon. Uh...what else did you say?

Bryce: What's the best argument that bread pudding isn't a casserole?

Beth: That it's pudding?

Bryce: Right there in the title!

Beth: See? I ain't dumb.

Bryce: Good game, you played well, you came with spirit but I'm afraid we cannot award you any points for that round.

Beth: Why the hell not?

Bryce: You could have gained some style points if you'd actually named a specific Bourbon. Your position on raisins was vague, at best.

Beth: I'll specifically plant my foot in your ass. Bleh on raisins, I say again!

Bryce: And you completely ignored the existence of cauliflower bread pudding so popular in Vermont and Sri Lanka. Arguing with the judges isn't helping your case much, either.

Beth: Ick. That's worse than raisins. But I highly doubt the Vermontians and Sri Lankans are that tasetebudless

Bryce: You dismissed the primary source material, typically considered the best evidence in any argument in an historical discussion.

Beth: Your imagination?

Bryce: No. If you scroll up you can see it typed out. In words. On the Internet. Therefore it's a totally true fact of truthness!

Beth: So if I type you're an idiot that makes it true?

Bryce: ...and hurtful. Why you gotta be that way? Would it help if I made you a bread casserole?

Beth: Yes, with Bourbon.

Jacey Holbrand Brings an Exciting new Story from The Agency!

Hey folks! Today I'm happy to announce that I finally have another story in my The Agency series out! It's called Mason's Mijos. But first a little about me...
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Jacey Holbrand believes life and love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share her stories with readers. Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world.
Jacey loves to hear from readers! Click the link to eMail her: JaceyHolbrand@gmail.com

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This story is the fourth and last book in The Agency series that deals with the conspiracy theory.

Like two of the other books in the series, Mason's Mijos deals with male pregnancy, and it also has a couple of surprises that I hope readers will enjoy. ;)

In addition, Mason's Mijos has a menage element, has some food play and sexy, sexy men! :)

Be Warned: MPREG, m/m sex, menage sex (MMM), food play, rimming, double penetration, voyeurism

... He’ll do anything for love.

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Mason Diaz is shocked when he sees his two ex-boyfriends, Flynn Grayson and Ryker Gemmings, together and at an alien encounters support group. Old feelings for them resurface when they tell Mason they want a threesome relationship. Eager to rekindle the connections, Mason goes up to Flynn’s house in the mountains for the weekend of a lifetime with the two men.

Abductions. Food play. Secrets and confessions about alien origins and shifting.

It’s not exactly what Mason had expected.

Especially the pregnancies.

Can he continue to love each of them while trying to survive the life changing events and all the revelations the weekend has in store?

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“Why did you want to come back?”

Flynn put down his drink and took Mason’s hands in his. “Haven’t I made that clear? I returned for you. I fought to come back because I love you.”

Mason kissed Flynn’s knuckles on one hand then the other. “And I love you. That’s what I decided. Who you are on the inside is what matters. Not where you come from or what you can do. I. Love. You. What can I do to help you with your mission? Find a woman for you to knock up? I’m sure my sister has some friends who’d be interested in you.”

“No.” Flynn shook his head. “I don’t want any females. I just want you.”

“But if you don’t do what you need to, you’ll be sent home. Right?” Mason couldn’t imagine being without Flynn, never hearing his laugh or seeing his smile. He had to be able to do something to keep the love of his life on Earth.

“I know, and the thought of leaving you again just kills me.” Flynn appeared to think for a moment. “You know, I could transform my genitals long enough for you to impregnate me.”

Mason chuckled. A man, changing his boyish bits into girly parts so he could carry a baby? Given to him by his male lover? That’s one for the tabloids. “I gotta hand it to you. It’s an interesting idea, Flynn, but a gestation period will be much longer than a few minutes.”

“I realize that. I have a medication to speed up the process, so it’ll only take a few days to a week or so. I believe I can keep the small transformation of my reproductive system going until I deliver.”

“I don’t know, Flynn. As much as I always wanted a child with you, I don’t want to put you in danger. And what if it doesn’t work?”

“Trust me. I’ll do my best to keep myself safe and make it happen. If I have your child, I’ll have done my duty and given you the best gift in the world. If for some reason it doesn’t work, then I’ll have to bite the bullet and find an Earth woman to procreate with.” He squeezed Mason’s hands. “Please, Mason, say we can do this. Let me have your baby.”

If anyone ever had said he’d be having such a conversation in his life, he would have called them daft. Yet here he was. Talking with his partner about having a baby. Together. Without the medical intervention of surrogacy. Just him, Flynn, and nature taking its bizarre, in this case, course.

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Thank you for having me on your blog, and readers, thank you for stopping by today!
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