New Release from Lilliana Rose...Pagan Pleasures Book 1!

Hello Lilliana!  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 your book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?

Beltane Bliss is the first book of a paranormal romance series (Pagan Pleasures) which is centered around five pagan holidays in the calendar year; Beltane, Summer Solstice, Mabon, Samhain and Yule. In Beltane Bliss, Edi is setting up her own shop, Crystal Sands, while escaping from a toxic relationship. Her skills with the Magiks are in healing, and while she is trying to heal herself, she begins to fall in love with Volt. But is Volt just another guy to rescue? And can Volt accept the life she lives? For both characters there are some personal values and beliefs that they need to look at to help them work out if they are compatible, and able to have a future together.

Q) How did you select the names of your characters?

I like the name Edith, especially shortened as Edi, and to me it was a little more traditional sounding which I thought would suit a white witch in training who is going out on her own. Voltaire, or Volt is the hero, and I found it when searching for modern pagan names. I love the sound of Voltaire, and even more so when shortened to Volt. In real life, I don’t like my name shortened, and I don’t usually do this with my characters, but these names had the right feel, or energy for the characters. It suited them and the story in their shortened form, so I went along with this inspiration.

Q) Do you write in a linear fashion or do you jump from scene to scene and then go back and “fill in the blanks”?

Generally, I write in a linear fashion, or at least I know the start, and I follow the characters lead in how the story unfolds – I’m more of a pantser. However, when I’m finding a scene hard to write, and it might be because I have more inspiration in the following scene, then I jump ahead. I really do follow the creative flow when I write, because that’s when I write my best. When I do go back to ‘fill in the blanks’ I find it much easier this way as I have a particular end point to write to.

Q) Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?

Pagan Pleasures is a series, so keep an eye out for the characters in book one, some, maybe all, will be making an appearance in the upcoming books (five in total). The characters are linked between the books, and I’m trying to build this world with each new book written.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

Well, to get this series out into the world. I’m then going to focus on writing rural romance novellas for Christmas, just to mix it up for myself (I like the variety of writing in different genres, though the common theme here is romance!). One of these novellas, A Dusty Christmas, is continuing the romance between Dusty and Blaise in Chasing Dust Clouds. I’m looking forward to re-connecting with these characters.

Blurb:

Edi Court is training to be a modern-day white witch, her unique ability is healing. Emotionally wounded from her ex, Anto, she has run away from the covenant with a need to heal herself. Following her psychic ability, she finds herself south, along the coast from Melbourne Australia, where she decides to set up her own healing shop, Crystal Sands.

Voltaire is a down to earth guy, a plumber by trade, he believes only what he sees in the physical world. The loss of his mom and sister to breast cancer and his ex, who stole his money and left him with a debt to work off, has caused him to close his heart.

Can Edi stop herself from rescuing another man and landing in deep water? Or with the Beltane energies thick in the air, can this be the start of a new relationship between two wounded souls?

Volt must become a believer in the Magiks and allow his heart to heal. And Edi must learn to trust herself again.

Will a non-believer and a believer find love over Beltane?



Buy links for Beltane Bliss - currently only on Amazon. Currently on pre-order, And will be KU.
mybook.to/beltanebliss

Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44286579-beltane-bliss?ac=1&from_search=true

Bookbub:

https://www.bookbub.com/books/beltane-bliss-pagan-pleasures-book-1-by-lilliana-rose

Author Bio:

Lilliana is an Amazon Bestselling author, who writes romance in the subgenres of contemporary, paranormal, steampunk, and rural. She enjoys helping characters overcome problems, or issues, and the misunderstandings that often plague relationships, to help them fall in love. Whether it city heels being replaced with country work boots, or some magic beyond this world, or cogs and gears and corsets, each story shows how love can prevail.

Check out more of her work at www.lillianarose.com and as an Amazon Author and her blog on inspirational creativity and wellness, Café Pondering www.cafepondering.com 

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Evernighties Blog Challenge - Week 17

Favorite Romance Genre to Read or Write

I think reading and writing romance genres can vary, because I know my own limitations on the type of writer I am. For example, I love Sam Crescent. She's an amazing author, but I could never write her type of books because she's able to spin world building like I've never seen. Doesn't matter if it's mafia, MC romance, or shifter romance, it just seems her words and worlds are effortless...and thus her storytelling par to none.

Me, on the other hand, have to find so many difficult layers to my characters that it takes me a while to get them out. Out of all I write, I enjoy time travel the best. I've written three, although only two are currently published (When Lightening Strikes, Recover Me). They're taken from the perspective of what happens to us in a coma, it sends the hero or heroine into an alternate life. The question begs to differ was it all real or a coma-induced hallucination?

My favorite time travel, Dreamland, is currently off the market. I'd like to back out there, but Evernight has already accepted enough repubs from me in a while. Lol! I have to create some new content before I consider subbing it again.

As a reader I go through different tastes of what I want to read. Sometimes it's long historicals like Lisa Kleypas. Sometimes it's quick contemporary reads. Right now I'm on alien barbarians by Ruby Dixon.

Wednesday's Writers Block Exercise - week 16

Got Writer’s Block?

Yeah, it happens to the best of us.  Life gets in the way and your brain is taken in another direction and before you know it, it’s been days or weeks since you last looked at that book you’re trying to write.  You’ve forgotten little details.  What eye color did you give your hero?  What town was your heroine born in?  Perhaps you need to jumpstart your creative mojo, and that's what this series is designed for. Not to explain writer's block, but to help you move in a different direction.

 Movies give an excellent example of giving the audience time anxiety. Heroes in thrillers are always  behind schedule. Like Indiana Jones in almost every scene he's in. He's always running against a clock, bringing a lot of drama to the viewers. So how can you translate that into the narrative?

Perhaps it's not your characters running against a clock, but yourself. Some authors work better when there's a deadline. Like being back in high school or college, and a term paper due the next day even though you've had a month to prepare. I'm not much of procrastinator, but I do give myself mental deadlines. For example, I'm currently writing  in a collaboration with another author, and her book is done, waiting on mine. Even though she hasn't said anything, I know our books won't make us any money until mine is done. I have a mental deadline of the end of April, and I'm determined to make it.

If giving yourself that much of a deadline doesn't help, what about a smaller one? Is a chapter a week just right?

#Start the Clock

Deadlines force characters to make choices. How can it be now or never?



>From each major character's perspective, establish a deadline or ultimatum. Phrase it like this: if the hero doesn't do _____ by _____ then the consequescence is ______.



> Heroes won't always beat the clock. Work through what might happen if they fail.




Time is the essence of urgency. Consider basketball: Anyone can make ten free-throws in an hour. Ten baskets in a minute - that's difficult. And you can always want to make things difficult for your hero.

A ticking clock is rarely an actual clock. Instead, it's often phrased as "before" - before the bride says "I do" or before the Nazis cross the bridge.

Heroes usually know they're on the clock, but sometimes it's more suspenseful when they don't. If the ausdience knows there is a ticking bomb under the restaurant table, every moment waiting for the check is terrifying.

Happy Writing!


***John August designed these cards to help writers fix plot holes, spice up stock characters and

rethink your themes.  They, of course, do not guarantee you’ll get published or that you’ll become the next J.K. Rowling, and of course they are only a tool to help you think outside the box. I make no monetary gain with them nor do I expect anything in return.  I do not own the contents in these cards. If you're interested in them, here's the amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/Writer-Emergency-Pack/dp/B00R6ZLIOY/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1502046610&sr=8-2&keywords=john+august 

Blast from the Past...Spotlighting Beth D. Carter's "Between You & I"

A broken engagement left Madeline Shawl feeling like a shattered woman.  When she meets Hunter Caligari, he seems to be the perfect man for some friends-with-benefits action.  But when the easy affair turns into something more, it threatens her comfortable grief.

The passion of the younger man nearly infects her until Hunter tries to articulate it with the three words she refuses to hear. When she pushes him away, wounding his heart, she finds her own broken all over again.

Still, Madeline struggles to leave the past and accept that when Hunter said, "I love you," he wasn't just speaking for himself.

Q & A 

      1.   Did you plot this book out or write wherever an idea took you?

I used to live behind a park that had an inline skating arena and when I would walk my dog I’d like to watch the guys play. This led to thinking about using this sport for a character. Madeline had been bouncing around in my head because I’d just had my second surgery for endometriosis, and this time I had a hysterectomy. It’s a horrible disease and I wanted to try to use my experiences as the basis of a story. It didn’t take long to marry these two ideas and thus was the premise of Between You & I.

2.       

     2.  What was your hardest scene to write in this book?

Madeline’s motivation for breaking up with Hunter. As a reader, I’m not a fan of characters who make decisions for the other characters without talking to them. I don’t think this really happens in real life so I hate when it’s a plot device. BUT in this case, I honestly thought Madeline would do that exact thing I dislike so much. She’s a little too strong for her own good, and taken to that extreme, I can understand why she wouldn’t tell Hunter about her inability to have children because she wouldn’t want his pity. Or worse, him staying with her to prove he doesn’t pity her, in a type of misguided sense of chivalry.

3.      

      3.   Since the publication, what would you say has improved in your writing?

I think my passive writing has improved. I’m very aware of using the word “was”. At least, I think I am

4. Do you believe a book cover plays an important role in the selling process?


Very much! The first cover I got for this book had this half naked guy on it with some type of pastel coloring and I really didn’t like it. The cover didn’t fit the book. This story is actually Madeline’s story, not Hunter’s, and I couldn’t see putting a rock-n-rock jock on the cover when it’s more of a love story. So I asked to change it and I’m thrilled with what I got.

EXCERPT  

A broken engagement left Madeline Shawl feeling like a shattered woman.  When she meets Hunter Caligari, he seems to be the perfect man for some friends-with-benefits action.  But when the easy affair turns into something more, it threatens her comfortable grief.

The passion of the younger man nearly infects her until Hunter tries to articulate it with the three words she refuses to hear. When she pushes him away, wounding his heart, she finds her own broken all over again.

Still, Madeline struggles to leave the past and accept that when Hunter said, "I love you," he wasn't just speaking for himself.





Q & A 

1.       Did you plot this book out or write wherever an idea took you?

I used to live behind a park that had an inline skating arena and when I would walk my dog I’d like to watch the guys play. This led to thinking about using this sport for a character. Madeline had been bouncing around in my head because I’d just had my second surgery for endometriosis, and this time I had a hysterectomy. It’s a horrible disease and I wanted to try to use my experiences as the basis of a story. It didn’t take long to marry these two ideas and thus was the premise of Between You & I.

2.       What was your hardest scene to write in this book?

Madeline’s motivation for breaking up with Hunter. As a reader, I’m not a fan of characters who make decisions for the other characters without talking to them. I don’t think this really happens in real life so I hate when it’s a plot device. BUT in this case, I honestly thought Madeline would do that exact thing I dislike so much. She’s a little too strong for her own good, and taken to that extreme, I can understand why she wouldn’t tell Hunter about her inability to have children because she wouldn’t want his pity. Or worse, him staying with her to prove he doesn’t pity her, in a type of misguided sense of chivalry.

3.       Since the publication, what would you say has improved in your writing?

I think my passive writing has improved. I’m very aware of using the word “was”. At least, I think I am.

4.       Do you believe a book cover plays an important role in the selling process?

Very much! The first cover I got for this book had this half naked guy on it with some type of pastel coloring and I really didn’t like it. The cover didn’t fit the book. This story is actually Madeline’s story, not Hunter’s, and I couldn’t see putting a rock-n-rock jock on the cover when it’s more of a love story. So I asked to change it and I’m thrilled with what I got.

EXCERPT 

              
               All too soon she pulled in front of the gate that sealed off his apartment complex, slipping into an empty slot designated for future residents.  She put the car in park and turned off the engine before shifting to look at him.  The overhead parking lights illuminated his face through the front window, highlighting his chiseled good looks and her heart thumped in excitement.

                “I had a great time,” Hunter murmured.

                The chemistry between them heated up the small confines of the car.  Madeline wet her suddenly dry lips with her tongue.

                “Me…” She had to clear her throat from the huskiness coming through.  “Me too.”

                He smiled and their gazes met.  Locked.  She had this sense of free falling, just plunging head first into an unknown, yet magical, abyss.  He brought his hand up to cup her cheek, and she leaned into it.  Still, the looked at one another, and she swore he was reading her soul.  Or she was reading his.  His eyelids narrowed a bit and his attention shifted her mouth.  All sorts of delicious heat spread through her body she knew he was going to kiss her.  God!  She wanted to kiss him back to much it was like an ache deep in her gut. 

                Then his head descended and her eyes fluttered shut just as the first touch of his mouth on hers brushed her lips.  So gentle, like the dewy wisp of butterfly wings, almost so gentle she wondered if he had kissed her at all.

                She opened her eyes and saw gasped at the desire pooling in his blue eyes.  This time when he kissed her, he held nothing back, possessing her lips while electric currents shot through her body.  He slid his tongue over hers, tangling, dancing, sending delicious sensations vibrating over all her nerve endings.  His kiss was hot and smooth, tasting of everything dark and velvety.  She’d never a kiss quite like it before.

                And she wanted more.

WHERE TO BUY

https://www.evernightpublishing.com/between-you-and-i-by-beth-d-carter

https://www.amazon.com/Between-You-Beth-D-Carter-ebook/dp/B01K7TO3TM/ref=sr_1_32?keywords=beth+d.+carter&qid=1555717102&s=gateway&sr=8-32

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/658351

NEW RELEASE from LM Spangler!

Sheriff Savannah “Savvy” Douglas fell in love with a bad boy who walked out of her life. Ten years did little to dull the feelings she had for him. But a year ago he stopped calling and texting, leaving her with nothing but questions.


He was the high school bad boy… and the boy she fell in love with.


Dr. Brody Collins was about to return to the town he grew up in… and the town where the love of his life still resided. He’d broken all communications with her for a year when his past caught up with him. But he was ready to rectify the situation.


Will Savvy forgive him and give them the chance they’d lost out on ten years ago?

Excerpt:

Excerpt:

A small smile crossed his face though it never reached his eyes. “I can explain.”

“Explain what, Brody?” The question came out harsh, even to my own ears, but I plowed on. “A year. Not a text, phone call, letter, or f*ck you. Nothing. You ditch me and expect me to be happy to see you.”

“Savvy,” he began, stepping toward me.

I shoved him back until he fell onto the same rocker he had been sitting in when I arrived. “Don’t you dare “Savvy” me. The name is Sheriff Douglas.”

He held up his hands. “I know you’re upset.”

The anger that had been simmering became a full-on boil. “F*ck you, Brody. What? Did you find yourself a woman and couldn’t bring yourself to tell me? Did you go on a year-long bender after graduation?” I turned my back on him—perhaps the hardest thing I’d ever done. My heart lurched and tears burned my eyes. I wouldn’t cry in front of him. I wouldn’t!

“You are so damn pigheaded, Savannah. But I can understand why you’re upset. I’ll come back later when you’ve had a chance to clear your head. Then maybe you’ll listen to me.”

With that, he sidestepped me and made his way to his SUV. He opened the door and paused. “I do love you.”

With a Herculean effort, I managed to hold the tears in until he was out of sight. Those tears burned a hot path down my cheeks, as I did exactly what I didn’t want to do.

Cry a river over him.

I stood on the porch, facing the lake. The sun shimmered over its surface, but was a blur to me. The shimmer became diamonds dancing atop the water as the torrent of tears slowed and finally burned out.

Leaving me raw…

And empty.

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About LM:

      She live close to the Maryland border in South Central Pennsylvania. Her husband is wonderfully supportive of her in all aspects of her life. She has a son who is currently serving our country in the U.S. Navy. Her daughter is still in school. She’s blessed to have the three of them in her life.

     From a young age, she remember burying her nose in a book. A love that her mother and father passed onto her brother and herself. From her passion for reading sprang her love of writing. Her mind is so often full of story ideas from the wildly paranormal to contemporary. She has notebooks lying about with story outlines and character descriptions. A song or TV show can spark an idea which circles her mind until she puts the idea on paper.

     When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, burying her nose in a book, and watching a vast variety of television shows from crime dramas to 1970’s game to car restoration shows. She even dabbles in crafting. Her favorite craft would be jewelry making. Nothing like creating wearable art.

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Evernighties Blog Challenge - Week 16

Family, Friends and Pets I've Written into my Books

I've actually written more people I hate or have pissed me off into my books than family or friends. It's a very cathartic things, to take someone who has ticked you off, and kill them off in a spectacularly wonderful gruesome way. I know, too many adjectives, but I've used this cheap therapy method often. I think the most notorious is the name Daniel, who used to be an old boss. He was such an awful man that I used his name as the bad guy in about four books. My friend, Lark, told me to stop using it because she knew who the bad guy was immediately.

I've also used some of my family and friends in my stories, we well. My friend Lark showed up in various incantations in my early novels. The "best friend" was always a variant of her name. My mother showed up in my second book, "An Innocent Heart". My ex's were the names of my heroes in the Forgotten Rebels MC series. And recently, I used my soon-to-be husband as the inspiration for the hero in "The Last DiLuca" (featured in the Evernight anthology "Lawless").

I don't think I've written any pets in. I could be wrong but I don't have pets so I don't tend to put them in my books.

I have to believe that many authors do the same thing. I believe it's a natural reaction to the environment around us. People who piss us off become fodder in the next book. Can you think of any other profession that allows us to kill off our bosses and not get arrested?

Wednesday's Writers Block Exercise - Week 15

Got Writer’s Block?

Yeah, it happens to the best of us.  Life gets in the way and your brain is taken in another direction and before you know it, it’s been days or weeks since you last looked at that book you’re trying to write.  You’ve forgotten little details.  What eye color did you give your hero?  What town was your heroine born in?  Perhaps you need to jumpstart your creative mojo, and that's what this series is designed for. Not to explain writer's block, but to help you move in a different direction.

During the television reign of Sons of Anarchy, a rash of motorcycle romances sprung up in many different variations. Everything from hard core assholes, to softer bike riders. I've actually written three different MC romances clubs myself, and I tend to make my heroes bad guys with a heart of gold. My favorite MC books of mine: Med of Hell MC (Mad Delights, Madness Ends).

I've read other romance books that have featured a secret society, of sorts. Amanda Quick had her Arcane Society books, Cassandra Clare had her Shadowhunters. I remember a movie long ago, Young Sherlock Holmes, where Sherlock stumbles onto a secret society that led him to meet his arch nemesis, Moriarity.

Creating a secret society can introduce suspense, intrigue, danger and drama. If you think your story is too bland, this might be a good "outside-the-box" solution.

#15 Secret Society

Your Hero has stumbled upon a dark conspiracy - or perhaps he's been part of it all along


>Who runs the group? Is your hero vying for leadership, or is he a threat in some other

way?

>How do group members identify each other? List some gestures, clothing or other signals they might use. If your hero tried to fake it, what could go wrong?


> List rituals or practices that are special to the group.

> Is the group trying to expand or remain exclusive? What might they do to protect their secrets?


Secret societies aren't just for thrillers. From Alcoholics Anonymous to Girl Scouts, every group has goals, rituals and inside knowledge.

Is your hero trying to get in - or get out?

Whether it's an ancient fraternity, a midnight bowling league, or the house down the street, with the strange noises, secret societies provide your hero a chance to enger a hidden world or escape a nightmare.

Happy Writing!


***John August designed these cards to help writers fix plot holes, spice up stock characters and

rethink your themes.  They, of course, do not guarantee you’ll get published or that you’ll become the next J.K. Rowling, and of course they are only a tool to help you think outside the box. I make no monetary gain with them nor do I expect anything in return.  I do not own the contents in these cards. If you're interested in them, here's the amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/Writer-Emergency-Pack/dp/B00R6ZLIOY/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1502046610&sr=8-2&keywords=john+august 

Welcome Megan Slayer!

Hello Megan!  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 your book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?

Yes! It’s part of the Celestial Mates series. Soft Clay is the fourth book. The series followed a group of Greek Gods and Goddesses who have been trapped in clay, marble, bronze and iron because of a curse. Each has to find their own way to get out of their curse, usually involving their mate. It’s not easy. Someone kissing a statue seems odd. But love conquers all.

Q) How do you select the names of your characters?

The Greek Gods and Goddesses were named after Kratos, Bia, Zelus and Nike, who were the sons and daughters of Pallas. They were protectors of Zeus, but each had their own problems. Zeus = zeal, Bia = force, Nike = victory and Kratos = strength

The names of the mates were easier in that they told me what their names would be. Once I set out to write each story, the character was quite pushy, saying my name is…

Q) Do you write in a linear fashion or do you jump from scene to scene and then go back and “fill in the blanks”?

I’m a linear writer, but I do go back and fill in spots. I don’t know. I always do things my own way. Its good sometimes and gets me into trouble other times. When I start a scene, though, I have to see it through. I can’t stop part way or jump, unless it’s the sex scenes. Why? Because I have to be in the right headspace to write those. I’ve written some that I plowed forward through and the sex scene was bland. When I got in the right headspace, they worked much better.

Q) Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?

I used to try to connect it all, but I found the stories worked better when they can stand on their own as well as having connections. I like having series where you can pick them up part way through and not get confused.

 

Celestial Mates, 4

Two souls trapped—can they find freedom in each other’s arms?

Nike, the goddess of speed, can’t move. She’s the goddess of strength and she can’t shatter her curse. The goddess of victory has lost her weapons—her shield and spear. She put her faith in a human, only to be cursed. Can another human be the key to her salvation and freedom from the clay?

Charlie needs someone who can understand him. A person to cherish him. Male or female, he doesn’t care. He’s intrigued by Nike’s statue. Call him infatuated. But she’s a statue and they don’t come to life from true love’s kiss, do they?

Where to Buy

https://www.evernightpublishing.com/soft-clay-by-megan-slayer/

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07HZ4RKFC/

https://books2read.com/u/mvKVO2

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/soft-clay/id1437983747?mt=11

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/soft-clay

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/soft-clay-megan-slayer/1129679363?ean=2940155832409

Excerpt

“Andy swears it’s possible—you being alive somewhere in there.” His mascara smeared as he rubbed under his eyes. “Is it? Are you really in that rock?”

Come here and find out.

He stood, then climbed onto her pedestal. He held onto her wings, then her shoulders. “You know those wings are great, doll. If you are real, I want to know who makes them. I want a set. They’ll be great when I club. We can look like underwear models together.” He trailed his fingers down her cheek and traced her lips. “You’re beautiful. Whoever sculpted you outdid themselves.” He shrugged. “I don’t know anything about sculptures, but you’re…I don’t have words.”

No sculptor, just me.

He rested his forehead against hers. “I can almost feel your skin. It’s like there’s really skin beneath mine, but that’s not possible. You’re stone or whatever.”

His breath warmed her face and hunger shimmered in his eyes. He reminded her of Lydos, but stronger. Tingles shot through her. He could be the one. He caressed her shoulders as a lover might. Kiss me. Free me from this curse.

He leaned back for a moment, then faced her again. “This is crazy. Nuts. Bonkers.”

So?

“If you were real, I’d kiss you all over. I’d have to taste you. Then I’d run my fingers through your hair. I’d suck on your titties until you screamed,” he murmured. “Once you’ve come at least twice, I’d sink my dick into you. I bet you’d feel like heaven.”

She wanted to kiss him and do all the things he’d mentioned. Zeus, why in the name of Hades did you have to curse me?

The man tilted his head and brushed his lips across hers. She flexed her fingers, then opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. A moan rumbled in her throat. For the first time in thousands of years, she could hear the sound. She touched his hip. Zeus, she’d done it. She’d found the person who could free her. This man had broken the curse. She wanted to memorize this moment for the rest of eternity so she could savor it later. This man made her happy, even if she barely knew him. They could have the time of their lives and would if she got her way.

First, she needed to learn the name of her savior, her beautiful hero.

 About Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. 

She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm 
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PREORDER from LM Spangler...NEW RELEASE on April 15th!!!

She lost him seven years ago. Now he’s back in her life…
and back in her bed.

April Donovan thought she’d gotten over Grant Carmichael.
He broke her heart, took her feelings for granted, and chose a
baseball career over her. She moved on with her life and eventually
healed. Seven years later, a chance meeting throws that theory
asunder, and several passionate moments rekindle the fire.

He wants her again—mind, soul, and...body

Excerpt:

     And in about five minutes, he would be strolling back into her life. Not on a permanent basis, but she would see him again, and a flood of emotions would swallow her in their depths. She’d want him, both with her mind and her heart. She would fight, and she would lose the battle.

     As a settlement agent, her job was to close real estate transactions. Grant was a real estate broker who, along with his brothers, purchased houses, renovated them, and then flipped them for a profit. He had been quite successful and often used her.

      “April Donovan, it is you. I had wondered if AD stood for you.”

     She motioned toward a visitor’s chair opposite her. “Mr. Carmichael. Please sit down.” No, don’t sit. He stood astute and gorgeous in a charcoal, three-piece suit, with a soft gray dress shirt and burgundy tie. The slim fit complemented his physique. The Grant she remembered had worn jeans and T-shirts. This version was one hundred percent eye candy.

     His head tilted to the side, and his lips formed a thin line. “We have a past. No need for formalities.”

     April prayed her pulse wasn’t visibly pounding in her neck. Her eyes bored into his. Damn, he’s still gorgeous. His black hair was trimmed close to his head on the sides and longer and more disheveled on top, suiting his angular face. His jaw was still strong and could probably still take a punch. She had seen it happen before. Her gaze fell to his lips—lips that could make her tremble as they moved over her skin. Heat flooded her core, and she clenched her thighs together.

     She cleared her throat. “That is correct, Mr. Carmichael. We did have a past, but we have nothing now.”

     His brows rose, and a slow, sexy grin turned his lips upward. “Okay. We can play it your way.”

     He lowered his six-foot, two-inch frame into the vacant seat. “For now.”

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About LM:

LM Spangler lives in South Central Pennsylvania with her husband, daughter, three dogs, a cat, a rabbit, and some fish. Her son serves his country in the US Navy.

She is a fan of college football and any kind of baseball and likes to watch the Discovery, Velocity, HGTV, DIY, Science, and any channel showing a college football game. She also watches old game shows like $25,000 Pyramid and Match Game.

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New Release by Lynn Burke!

Destined by Dragonblood

Blood Born Series 2
by Lynn Burke
Publisher: Evernight Publishing

*WARNING: This title contains explicit sexual scenes, BDSM, and anal sex.

Dolyn Kemmerly has found his destined mates. Unfortunately, they are more human than dragonblood. While his inner beast longs for them, his male stubbornness insists there are mates more worthy of his royal bloodline.

Due to Ashley O’Connor’s traumatic past, only the painful slap of a Dom’s toys can help her find release. A celibate sub, she’s never ached for a man’s tender touch—until a mysterious stranger follows her into her Master's club.

When Ashley lifts one of her hard limits, Giovanni DiLoreto, her sex-therapist recommended Dom, is finally allowed to touch the flesh he’s been lusting to caress. Doing so, however, earns him a bloody nose by a hot-as-fuck stranger. Master Vanni has never touched a dick in pleasure, but the sudden desire to dominate the newcomer—while Ashley watches—consumes him.

Dolyn’s ancestors might accept Vanni for the heart of the dragon inside him, but it will take Dolyn’s complete submission to his alpha to help Ashley heal and unlock the destiny awaiting them all.

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EXCERPT:

Cloaking myself and following Ashley into the nondescript door at the end of the hallway came easy. Slipping through what appeared to a main entrance rather than a locker room of sorts she had entered proved a bit more difficult as a receptionist’s desk and bouncer flanked the double doors.

I glanced around the reception area, fully present, yet visually, nothing more than a bend of light to the two in the room with me. Gray walls. Glass desk. Abstract art on the walls and two other doors besides the one Ashley had disappeared through—boring and not giving me a hint of what lay beyond.

I eyed one of the chairs along the wall to my left and considered waiting until Ashley returned.

The double doors opened, however, releasing a flood of sensual delights mere humans wouldn’t catch. Heat, aroused murmuring, and sex. My dragon hummed his delight, but I frowned and raced forward, slipping through the opened door as the patron of whatever the place was bade the receptionist a good evening.

A holding room with another set of double doors that couldn’t muffle or contain the patrons’ arousal. Still nothing more than a flicker in a person’s peripheral vision, I pushed one of the doors open enough to slip through.

I stepped over a threshold leading to a sinner’s delight. Musk, sweetness, and the scent of anxious perspiration swept over me. Humans … dozens of them in all sorts of dress and lack thereof mingled in the huge lounge area. Dim lights. Low music. Leather seating and a bar lay on my left, a dais beyond held a St. Andrew’s Cross with a woman moaning beneath a Dom’s ministrations.

Chains clanked from a man strung to the ceiling directly on my right. Groans rose from two men getting their cocks sucked by kneeling submissives as they lounged by the bar on my left.

My gaze returned to the cross and the woman strapped to it.

How many times had I allowed Elijah to do the same to me? How many times had he forced me to climax before shoving his cock so far up my ass I lost my breath?

My dick swelled in my jeans, but it wasn’t the actions of the Dom that turned me on. It was the thought of being on the receiving end of his flogger—the one receiving the type of pleasure found in pain.

Please.

My dragon’s whimper to play hit me hard, the fact I wanted to be the one submitting rather than dominating even harder. “Alpha,” I muttered aloud, reminding us both of our dominance as a blood born dragon from the royal line.

I’d caught a hint of Ashley’s scent while following her down the hallway into the sex club, but the overwhelming perfumes of human and sex masked her—if she’d even made her way into the lounge area.

My female … found delight in a sex club. I couldn’t have asked for more. Couldn’t have been more pleased—so why didn’t my inner dragon hiss his desire to tie her up? Stripe her ass in the way Elijah had mine countless times? Why did I want to pleasure her with gentleness—loving tenderness?

A fierce frown dented my brow as I licked my lips, hoping for a taste of Ashley’s sweetness in the air.

Cries of ecstasy jerked my head to the left … the lounge’s far corner. A dark-haired man fingered a woman through her climax, her cum slipping around his hand, dripping to the floor.

Her scent slammed into me with a wave, and my dragon growled a rumble deep in my chest to taste. To claim.

My female.

Pale, shapely legs led to her rounded ass the man now caressed, and my need to taste leaped to fierce protectiveness in a single heartbeat.

No longer cloaked, I strode across the room, darkness seizing my mind, my self-control, something that hadn’t happened in over a hundred years.

He’s touching her. Mine.

My dragon hellbent on ripping the man’s arms from his torso, I stalked forward, eating up the distance between us in a matter of seconds, my claws shimmering in and out of sight.

The width of his shoulders came close to mine, but the breadth of his chest didn’t compare. An easy to defeat opponent, my dragon shrieked, clawing at my brain as I pulled all attempts to shift deep inside me where he couldn’t explode into a mass of muscle, sinew, and scales.

I grabbed the man’s shoulder and spun him toward me, my other fist shooting out, connecting with his nose before he had a chance to blink.

Green eyes. Brilliant like spring grass—

My dragon shrieked again as he grabbed hold of my upper arms to keep from falling. Electrical charges raced up through my chest, catching my breath as we stared into each other’s eyes.

Mate.

Dick immediately swollen—leaking at his touch—I hesitated a mere blink, my desire to drop to my knees and worship him shattering all I had hoped for my future.

His punch landed on my side with enough pain my stubbornness rose with a flap of dragon wings, and growling with the need to kill, the need to fuck, goddamn need—I clocked him on the side of the side of the head. He held tight to me, yanking me down as he fell like a bag of bricks, stunned but not knocked out.

I landed on top of him with a groan, my aching dick pressed against his, a wave of desire slamming into me. “Fuck. Me,” I gasped the words, blinking once more.

A cocky grin wobbled his lips, and he shifted his hips beneath me, pressing his own hard-on against mine. “I’m usually the one in charge, but that’s one command I would love to obey.”

His low voice slithered over my skin, waking goosebumps in its path, like a physical caress, and I froze.

My mate, my beta … a goddamn, fucking Dom.

© Lynn Burke 2018

Don't forget book 1 in the Blood Born Series, Drawn by Dragonblood, available at all major retailers!

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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.

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