30 April 2018

Suzy Shearer Visits with her NEW RELEASE!

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

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

This book came about after I went on a short holiday. Unfortunately I didn’t stay in an exclusive villa but the location, the animals, the scenery were all taken from it. While I was there I had the idea for the book and it just grew from that.

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

Music. I have to have music blasting out. First thing in the morning I go into my studio, turn my iPod on shuffle then I’m ready for the day.

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

Well I do have a plan but unfortunately my characters usually disagree with it and they end up completely different to what I’d envisaged. I’m a panster and a rather butterfly when I write.

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

My heroines always contain bits of me, how I’d react in situations, a little of what they look like (well the tattoo part at least). If you read all of my books and mashed all the heroines together you’d have me.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’ve just had book one in a new series accepted by Evernight so I’m working on some of the others in the series.

But being a ‘normal’ author, I’ve also got a number of other WIPs that I dip into regularly.

When Anabelle Rowley, fifty-five, takes a two-week break at an exclusive beach-front villa, she meets a man—but not just any man. Instead, this one ticks every box on her imaginary boyfriend list.

For fifty-two-year-old John Ethan, going on a short vacation to recover from injury and moving to Australia comes rather fast. Imagine his surprise when he meets a woman who arouses his every desire. 

Their holiday romance ignites fires in them both and this is something real, something long-lasting. But when Anabelle has to leave suddenly, neither has a way of finding the other again.

Will they ever be able to locate each other? And if they do, then John must reveal a secret, a secret that he fears Anabelle will never understand.
Heat Rating: Level 3 Word Count: 86,000
This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It may off end some readers.


I let my gaze roam all over her body, exciting me more. She was perfect in every way. I loved all her soft curves, or as she called them, “her wiggly bits”. I drank her in and crooked my finger, beckoning her closer. With only a little help from me, I made her climb onto the kitchen bench then set my stool between her legs. Today, I intended to make her wait. I was going to take her to the edge and back as many times as I could. 
Placing my hands on each thigh, I moved each leg apart and pulled her until she was right on the edge of the bench, at the perfect height for me. Running a finger up and down, I discovered she wasn’t a little moist, she was extremely wet. I let her rich juices coat my finger and licked it. 
“If you’re a good girl, I may let you come.”  Her beautiful green eyes widened in shock.
“You heard. Right now I’m in charge, so relax and enjoy.” 
Cupping my hand, I pushed a finger into her hot wet cunt while I leaned forward and breathed in deep. God, I loved the smell of her arousal. It was sweet. It added to my excitement. She was intoxicating. I licked her. She gave a little sigh. Right, time to tease. 
Using my fingers and my mouth, I fucked her until she tensed, and then I stopped. Glancing up into her face, it was a picture. I could tell she was excited, but at the same time a little annoyed. I waited until I knew the urge to climax had subsided. Then I began licking and fucking again. She leaned back on her elbows and began those little mewling sounds that she made.  
I loved them! 
Taking her to the edge time and time again, I could tell how frustrated she was as she pouted at me. I wondered simply how much longer it would be before she demanded her orgasm. I was enjoying myself a lot. The downside was I had a hard-on that was now painfully pressed against my shorts. 
Ah, the things we do for love. 
This time, when she was hovering on the edge, she tried to bring her legs together to keep my hand inside her. I laughed and shook my head. She bit her bottom lip and I figured this next time I’d let her come. Once more, I pushed a finger inside her, then another. In and out of that cunt. I loved the squishy noises it made as I began sucking and biting at her clit. She moaned louder and louder as the beginnings of her orgasm started again. 
“Don’t stop!” 
Her demanding scream echoed across the kitchen as I sucked on that bead. Drawing it in, I bit down hard with my mouth. If we ever got into a real Dom-sub relationship, she’d learn to behave. Still, at the moment, we were only two people enjoying each other’s bodies.




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Email her at: suzyshearer@optusnet.com.au


Author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and
interesting characters. Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category. Perfect Three reached #20 on Amazon's Top Paid 100 Bestsellers in the erotic/interracial category while Build A Love was #8 on Amazon's list in the erotic/ménage category.

In 2017 Suzy was nominated for the Best Established Author in the Australian Romance Today Readers’ Choice Award. She made it through all the rounds to reach the finals against some extremely talented and well-known Australian Romance Authors.

 A Buddhist, Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. 
Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.  When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well.
Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment.  Sexy isn't just for the under 30s.
When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. 

The Club series
The Club: Bound
The Club 2: Uncollared   
The Club 3: Waxed
The Club 4: Displayed
The Club 5: Submit
The Club 6: Unmasked

The Hunters series
A Hunter's Heart - Book 1
A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2
A Hunter’s Challenge - Book 3

Dark Desires series
(each book is a standalone)
Whipped Delights   
Craving Her Master
Melting Her Dom’s Heart
An Artist’s Kiss
Elephants and Ever-Afters

Single Titles
Daemons Are Forever
Build a Love
Perfect Three
Her Dom’s Secret Past
Vol 1 - The Club (Bound and Uncollared)
Vol 2 – The Club (Waxed and Displayed)
Vol 3 – The Club (Submit and Unmasked)
A Hunter’s Heart
A Hunter’s Choice
A Hunter’s Challenge
Perfect Three
Daemons Are Forever
Build A Love
Whipped Delights
Craving Her Master
Melting Her Dom’s Heart
An Artist’s Kiss
Elephants and Ever-Afters

29 April 2018

Q & A with Christine Myers on her Cyborg Awakening series!

Hello Christine!  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?

I’ve always been an avid reader as well as a writer. Recently I’ve enjoyed cyborg Science Fiction Romance stories from all different authors. It’s like all of these stories go in a big bin and I pull out various elements to build a whole new story with new characters.

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

I started it as a series with a rather nebulous plan for future issues.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
The Cyborg Awakenings series is set in the future history that I created for my Aledan Series on a post apocalyptic Earth. In a way I took a page out of history. A survey team on a prospective colonial planet. They killed the aliens who got there first. Then the aliens came and destroyed its entire infrastructure and set Earth back into the eighteenth century. Vyken Dark takes place 800 years before the Aledan series.

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

I’m sure the numerous cyborg stories I’ve read inspired me to create my own cyborg story. As with
many writers, I’ve tried to write a story I would like to read, hoping it will also be one reader’s will enjoy as well.

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

When I was writing the Aledan Series, I would listen to the Moody Blues to get in the mood and even while I was writing. They are after all the Veteran Cosmic Rockers.

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

I usually jot down a few notes on the plot and the main characters. Most of my planning is in my head and it changes as I imagine scene by scene. When the characters start to take over, I know I’m on a roll. I really think I am more of a “seat of the pantser” than a planner.

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

My real life is actually pretty boring. For me, writing is a form of escapism.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I am planning a sixth Aledan novel to tell Calan’s story. He is the third and youngest or the Aledan’s children. He might even cross over with some remnant cyborgs, but it’s still simmering on the back burner.


Cyborg Vyken Dark is back on Earth after fighting for eighty years in the Procyon War against the Mesaarkans. He came to help restore order out of chaos in old Chicago USA. Every major city on Earth is in ruins. Most are now run by gangs of thugs ruled by overlords who take everything of value and prey on those who are just trying to survive. Vyken and his four brother cyborgs are all that's left of their starship crew of three hundred.

He didn't want the job, but when his old mentor Admiral Carson Gregor asked, Vyken Dark could not refuse. If he could have chosen a man to call father, it would have been Carson Gregor.

Vyken chose the name Dark because the darkness in his soul drove him to kill the enemies of the Federation with a ruthlessness that few natural humans possessed. Sometimes that darkness overwhelmed his humanity and made him weary of his life... Until he came back to Earth and found her.


“Thank you for helping us,” Danya said, looking up into his eyes. She was a little over medium height, but Vyken was still head and shoulders taller. 

They both knew what would have happened had he not been there. They might both be dead, and they probably would have raped Danya before they killed her.

The thought made Vyken clench his jaw and wish he had killed them for the human waste of resources they were. Females were valuable to replenish the human race. It was against a cyborg’s code to harm females who were not involved in armed combat against them.

“It wasn’t a fair fight,” Vyken said. He stepped closer and reached out to stroke her cheek with his fingertips. He searched his memory bank for an appropriate thing to say. He had no experience flirting or courting a woman. “I am attracted to you.”

“That’s certainly straight to the point,” she smiled at him faintly. “You’re not very good at this, are you?”

“No. My experience with women is limited to my service with them during my training and the war. I know how to give sexual pleasure…”

“I just bet you do,” she chuckled.

 “But I never learned the courtship process,” he admitted.

Danya gave him a full smile. The big cyborg was gorgeous---handsome face with a strong square jaw, piercing blue eyes, cropped blond hair and ripped muscular body. Danya could easily imagine pleasure in his arms once she got to know him a little better. She felt her core come to life for the first time in a long time.

“Well, these days, I don’t know as people bother with that anymore,” she said. She put her hand over his as his fingertips rested against her cheek. “I think the attraction is mutual, but I think we have to know each other before we get to the sexing, Vyken.”

She took his hand and held it in both of hers. “Helping my dad and me out of that jam, sure earned you some serious consideration.”

Momentarily, Kydel emerged from the treatment room. Danya let go of Vyken’s hand and turned to the medic.  “Is he going to be okay?”

“He will,” Kydel stated. “He will sleep now for a few hours while the nanites do their work. In the meantime, Vyken will take you to the mess to get some food. Your father said you were looking for food when you were attacked.”

“Food would be great,” she said, “A bath and clean clothes would be nirvana.”

“We’ll get your food first, and then we can probably find clothing in the storeroom to fit you like we are wearing,” Vyken said. He was wearing khaki green cargo pants and a black t-shirt under a khaki green jacket. “We used to have women serving on the ship’s crew, but they have all passed on or were killed in battle.”

“Pants and a shirt will do me just fine,” she said.

“Come, I’ll take you to the mess.  Our selection is limited, but the meal bars are nutritious.” 

Vyken led the way, and Danya fell into step beside him. They emerged from sickbay into the light gray metal corridor. He measured his stride, so she didn’t have to strain to keep up with him, sensing she was weakened by malnourishment. The door to the mess hall opened automatically when they approached, and Vyken showed Danya to the hand cleaning station by the entrance. He took her to a table away from the others then went to the dispenser and got two meal bars for her and one for himself.

“The normal serving is one, but you look like you could use an extra one,” he said handing her two of them as he sat down at the table across from her.

Despite her hunger, Danya opened the first one carefully and took a bite, chewing it slowly. It was lightly sweetened peanut butter flavored. Hungry as she was, she ate slowly, chewing each bite carefully.

“Mmm!” she murmured. “I haven’t eaten in a couple days. This tastes delicious.” 

The other women were sitting at a table with their children eating meal bars with the cyborg called Jolt. Danya looked at them but didn’t recognize them. They didn’t seem much older than her twenty-five years. For that matter, Vyken didn’t appear much older than she, but Danya guessed he must be. Cyborgs didn’t seem to age at the rate regular people did. All of them were later models, and they could have been as old as seventy-five years. 

That was the word on the street, perhaps more legend than fact. The cyborgs definitely were impressive. Danya was hard pressed to stop herself from drinking him in with her eyes. Vyken did not seem at all self-conscious under her keen observation. He knew he was a superior being in looks and ability as a warrior and as a man. He liked the appreciation that gleamed in her eyes. 

“Is there water or something to drink?”

“We have plain water and flavors lightly sweetened.”

“Just water is fine.”

Vyken got up and went to the water dispenser and filled two recyclable glasses with cold water then brought them back to the table placing one in front of Danya and one at his place at the table.  He noticed the bruises on her arms from where the thug’s fingers had pressed into her flesh. It made him angry. Mine!

He felt like ripping that worthless piece of humanity apart with his bare hands. Even more, he wished to lick the marks on her arm so his nanites could repair the damage that caused the bruises. 

“If you don’t mind,” Danya said, “I will save the other one for later. If I eat them both, I might not keep them down.”

“If that’s what you want. We have an ample supply of food for many years to come. You can have more anytime you wish,” he told her. “We have space for three hundred people on this ship. I want you and your father to stay here with us. You’ll be safe here.”

“And convenient for you…” Danya quirked an eyebrow as she looked at him speculatively.

“And for you to know me better, Danya. You and your father will be safe here,” he said. “We are here to recruit people to rebuild a civilized society and suppress the gangs of thugs that prey on females and males not skilled in fighting.”

“You want me, but then what?” she asked boldly meeting his gaze. 

“You are mine,” he said with complete certainty. “It’s genetic. You are my female.”

“How do you know that?”

“Pheromones,” he said simply.

“What’s that?” she asked. 

“It’s something your body releases to attract your mate. I sensed yours and reacted to them,” he explained. Even then he could smell her arousal, but she seemed to be fighting it.

 “What if I don’t want to mate with you?” 

“You do. Your body is telling us both that you do,” he said softly. 

Danya’s face grew hot, and her cheeks turned pink. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy contracted as she sat looking at him. “Well, don’t hold your breath. I don’t just bang every guy that saves my life and my father’s.”

Buy links:

Cyborg Awakenings Prequel – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BN7QY99

23 April 2018

New Sexy Hot Romance from Lynn Burke with a chance to win an Amazon GC!

Nicky Fallen Gliders #1

Art Work: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Keywords: MC, Erotic, Contemporary, May/December

*Be warned: Spanking, anal sex

Dominic “Nicky” Landon has been a Sargent at Arms for the Fallen Gliders for thirty years. When he finds out his only sister overdoses on drugs dealt by his brothers, he hands in his colors and severs ties to the club and vicious lifestyle forever.

Mel Hughson owns the only bar in hicksville, no-mans-land, New Hampshire. She’s content with her single life, but the cold, spring night Nicky Landon’s Harley rolls into town ignites her desire. The fact he’s got at least twenty years on her doesn’t mean jack to Mel. He’s hot, he’s dangerous, and whether he knows it or not, he belongs to her.

Can Mel tempt Nicky to ignore their age gap and surrender to her, or will the secrets from his perilous past rise up to destroy everything?


We knocked the liquor back, and our gazes met as we set the glasses on the bar.

“How old are you?” Nicky asked, his attention snagging on my lips.


He scrubbed a hand over the beard lining his jaw while looking away. “So damn young.”

“Not too young.” Gauntlet thrown, I waited for his attention to return to my face. Eyes full of lust, a leashed animal that ought to scare the shit out of me but didn’t.

“I’m no good.”

I cocked my head and slid my gaze down over him, not missing the hard length straining against his leathers. “Look pretty damn good to me.”

His low groan rushed need through me again, and I knew I’d leave a wet spot on the stool once I got up.

“You’re messing with fire, little girl.”

Heat flushed through me. “I enjoy flames now and then.” My breath caught at the hunger on his face, parting my lips.

“Fuck it.” He grasped my chin in his warm palm. “I’ll give you what you want, little girl, but don’t go crying to your mommy in the morning because a big bad wolf left his mark on you.”

Oh, God. I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together. Older men were so the shit.
He captured my lips, but without the brute force I’d expected. Hunger, yes, but the full softness of his lips pressed against mine, taking and tasting, his tongue probing, whiskers brushing my skin. I parted my lips and moaned as he sank his tongue into my mouth, fucking every hidden corner, filling me with the taste of whiskey and pure male. My skin pebbled, pulse thrummed.

“Goddamn.” Nicky stood and yanked me off the stool. Virile, pure hardness and muscle beneath the leather hiding his skin from my grasping hands. His fingers fisted in my long hair, tangling and yanking my head to the side, the other grabbing my ass and hauling me against his huge cock.

He crouched down slightly and pulled me up. My legs wrapped around him as though having a mind of their own—even though I had been thinking about getting him between my legs all night long.

His beard brushed along my neck as he breathed me in and licked from my collarbone to my ear. “You smell like a fucking spring day. Innocent.”

“I’m h-hardly an innocent,” I gasped as he bit my earlobe and ground his cock against my sopping jeans.

“Thank God, because I want to be balls deep inside of you. Now.”

He thrust, and I moaned, my fingers grasping at his t-shirt.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered harshly in my ear.

“No way in hell.”

With a growl, he squeezed my ass to the point of pain. “I haven’t wanted a woman like this in a long fucking time.”

“So take what you want.”

“Goddamn.” He rested his forehead on mine. “Right here?”

I slithered a hand between us to grasp the hardness inside his leathers. “Right now.”

“Fuck.” Like my five-foot-six frame and thirty extra pounds meant nothing, he spun me around. “Hands on the bar.”

I did as told, bending at the waist and putting my ass on display with a little wiggle.

“Don’t move,” he said while peeling off his leather jacket.

My legs trembled, and I turned my head to watch as he moved to the front door and flicked off the lights.

The streetlight half a block away barely cut through the storm, but the flash of lightning lit
Nicky up as he stalked back toward me, shedding his t-shirt.

Broad shoulders … another flash filled my eyes with tanned skin stretched tight over massive pecs and abs a twenty-year-old guy would kill for.

I licked my lips, hoping for another flash of light, but Nicky palmed my waist and leaned over my back, his cock pressed against my ass, the heat of his skin searing me through my shirt.

My eyelids fluttered shut as he wrapped his fingers around my hair again and tilted my head back.

“Last chance, Mel.” His rumbling voice and hot breath against my ear brought a moan past my lips.

“Take me,” I managed to whisper and licked my dry lips. “Please.”

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About Lynn Burke:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.