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Mid-Week Tease – WIP – Panther’s Ridge – #MWTease

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Life is crazy! Life is especially crazy this time of year when you have children in school. Trunk or Treats. Halloween costumes to purchase and/or create. Parties. Special events at school. Days off school. Half days. Splashed with the occasional cold or strep throat and you’ve blown right through the month of October. And we all know nothing is going to slow down! We’ve still got Thanksgiving and Christmas ahead of us, so it’s full steam ahead. Onward and upward, I like to say.

It’s been a few weeks since I participated in Author Sandra Bunino’s Mid-Week Tease. You all know I love this feature and it was fun for a few weeks to see everyone else’s posts while I lurked quietly (haha) in the background. But I’m back to share with you a little piece of a piece that I have been working on. Those of you that know me, know I write contemporary erotic romance. I’m one of those authors that typically writes what I know. But my latest WIP, which has been submitted (cross your fingers), is a little story about a Florida panther shifter. His name is Nathan Thorne and he’s a firefighter in a small Florida farm town. Nate’s a loner, keeping to himself since his mama died. But when Ciara Black walks into his favorite hangout, the Watering Hole, Nate’s entire world is tipped upside down.

“Are the mugs chilled, sir?” Nate asked. It had been at least a month since he’d copped a squat at the Watering Hole. Though he didn’t expect things to change, his mama raised him right to be polite.

The thought of his mother caused his chest to tighten. She had brought him to Panther Ridge when he was just a little cub, having left south Florida because the hunters had targeted the already endangered Florida panther and had killed his father. He’d never forget the yowling his mother made when they’d witnessed his Pa shot. The hunters might have come after both of them had his Pa not fought them even in the throes of death. His mother and he had made the trek over the swamplands of the middle of the state to the west coast and north to an area where nobody had known them. And she raised him in this conveniently named town until her death two years ago.

“You betcha,” Jack replied, reaching into the cooler behind the bar and pulling out a frosty beer mug. Nate shook his head in an attempt to get the old memories out of his head… for now.

“Then pour me a Budweiser, please,” Nate said smiling. After fighting the fire, he ventured home to his little ranch house to shower and sleep, in that order. He’d slept for twelve hours straight. Waking up in the late afternoon, he threw on his worn out jeans, a dark blue t-shirt and his Reef flip flops and jumped in his black Silverado. He craved an ice cold beer and knew the Watering Hole was just the place.

Jack tipped the mug under the keg spout and Nate watched the amber liquid fill the frosty mug. His mouth salivated. Nate didn’t drink beer to get drunk. He drank it because he loved the taste of beer. If he wanted to get drunk, he’d tap into some of that moonshine from Myakka that he kept in his pantry. Though there had been moments while fighting the fire last night that Nate thought drowning in the moonshine would ease his sore muscles, he wanted to relax not numb himself.

“It’s on the house,” Jack said, smiling at Nate. “You’ve earned this one.” He slid the beer in front of Nate, who gripped it in his hand and brought the cold mug to his lips. Because of his crazy shifts at the firehouse over the last few weeks and all the wild fires keeping them on their toes, it had been at least a week since Nate had even sipped a beer. He had to be “on” constantly. Jack was right. He’d earned this beer. And he planned to enjoy every sip.

“Thanks,” Nate said, spilling some beer into his mouth and savoring the cool sharp flavor as it rolled over his tongue and down the back of his throat. “Ahhh, that’s great.”

The door to the bar creaked open and light from the late afternoon filtered into the dreary cinder block building. The hair on the back of Nate’s neck stood on end and his nostrils flared at the scent that wafted around him. It was a tangy scent like citrus fruit with a hint of spice, but it was all female. He’d never smelled it before but it caused every muscle in his body to tense.  His fingers grasped the beer mug in a death grip and his cock instantly sprung to attention. What the fuck? He hadn’t even seen the individual that entered the Watering Hole, but his instincts and senses already indicated that he liked her.

“Hiya, Uncle Jack,” the sweet voice cascaded over the soft volume of Johnny Cash on the jukebox. Nate’s body flexed at the sound of her voice, it slipped over his body like silk. Jesus Christ! What was wrong with him?

“Hey Ciara,” Jack said, smiling at the female behind Nate as he wiped the bar top down with a white towel.

Nate slowly turned his head. He had to get a look of the woman that caused his entire body to go on alert without even seeing her. Walking towards him in a pair of cut-off jean shorts that highlighted her tanned and toned limbs and a red tank top was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid eyes on. His cock bulged against his jeans, begging for release… release inside her body. He’d never had such an immediate physical reaction to a female.

Her long wavy blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and her big blue eyes sparkled with enthusiasm when she eyed him. She might have been five foot five… maybe, and her body was rocking. Full tits with cleavage that peeked out over the top of her tank. Thighs that Nate could only imagine wrapped around his hips as he buried his cock inside her sweet pussy. And he knew it was sweet. He could smell it. There were some advantages to his keen panther sense of smell! Now his mouth watered over tasting her sweetness on his tongue. Before this night was over, he needed to be between her legs.

“Ciara, this is Nate Thorne,” Jack said as she bounced behind the bar and dropped her brown bag in the cupboard. “He’s one of our local firefighters. He’s had a rough couple days fighting that wild fire further east, so make sure his mug is full.” Nate watched as she fastened her long mane in a ponytail. Her tits bounced with each pull through the band.

Clearing her throat, Nate’s attention raised to her face. A sexy smile spread across her lips telling him she knew exactly what had caught his attention.

“Hi Nate,” she said, holding out her hand to him.

“Ciara,” Nate said, wrapping his hand around her delicate one. A bolt of electricity shot up his arm and by the look on her face, she’d felt something too. “Good to meet you.” She pulled her hand from his, her eyes wide with wonderment and a hint of fear about what just happened between them.

I’ll keep you posted on where Panther Ridge ends up! Hope you enjoyed the snippet.

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On a “Blood Hunt”

Please welcome Naomi Clark to the Spicy Butterfly Garden! I am so pleased to have her and that she allowed me to pick her brain a bit. Naomi is going to give us a little insight into her re-release of Blood Hunt, the second novel in the Urban Wolf series. Evernight Publishing picked up her series when her previous publisher went under and we are excited about that. Let’s give Naomi a warm welcome!

Give us the title and genre of your book and a quick 50 word or less tagline.

Blood Hunt – urban fantasy.

Werewolf Ayla Hammond is taking on Paris – but what kind of monster is stalking the streets of the City of Love, and will Ayla and her girlfriend survive it?

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Did you have any inspiration for this story or its characters?

This is the second novel in my Urban Wolf series, so the characters have been with me a while now (through one novella and the first novel). The inspiration for the story was twofold: I wanted to write something set in Paris as I have such amazing memories of the city, and I wanted to take a different approach to some classic urban fantasy tropes. I can’t say much more without spoiling the plot though!

Sounds incredible!

What was your favorite scene to write?  Why?

I do love writing action scenes, and there are plenty in Blood Hunt! But I think my very favourite was writing Ayla and Shannon visiting the Arc de Triomph, as that’s where my fiance took me to propose. So I have lots of very happy feelings associated with it!

Awwww! So awesome to connect a personal aspect into your story.

Give us an interesting and fun fact about your book and/or its characters.

I used a mix of real European folklore and my own imagination to create a lot of the history and werewolf lore in this series. You see a lot of that in Blood Hunt when Ayla and Shannon visit a few Parisian museums. I loved writing those scenes too!

As an author myself, I find one of the hardest parts to completing a story is coming up with a title that captures the true essence of the story.  How do you come up with the title to your stories?

Blood Hunt was originally published back in 2011 as Dark Hunt. The reason for that was there was another lesbian werewolf novel released a little earlier that year called Blood Hunt, so my original publisher felt we needed to go in a different direction. I liked Dark Hunt fine, but I felt it didn’t really reflect the book. When Evernight took the series on after the original publisher folded, I was quick to change the title back to Blood Hunt! I feel it gives a hint as to the plot without giving everything away, and captures the underlying horror elements of the story.

What’s the best piece of writing advice you’ve received?  The worst?

Best – “get it written, then get it right.” You can edit anything except a blank page, so give yourself permission to write crap if that’s what it takes to get the first draft done! Then you can polish it up.

That is great advice. Focusing on editing before it’s all out can cause roadblocks, at least for me. Allowing yourself to have days where you don’t write good stuff but knowing you can go back and edit later, frees the mind.

Worst – “write what you know.” I actually feel this, although well-intentioned – restrictive advice. Write what you love is a better maxim for me.

I like your advice coming out of your worst advice. I tend to write what I know, but I’ve ventured into the realm of paranormal recently and it’s been interesting!

What has been your most rewarding experience since becoming a published author?

Silver Kiss, the first novel in this series, was part of the American Library Association’s recommended GBLT list for 2011. It was an incredible achievement just to be nominated, but to actually make the list? Indescribable.

Wow! Congratulations on that! 🙂 That is awesome!

What book (or books) are you reading now?

I’m switching between Rogue Oracle by Alayna Williams in paperback and Goddess of Legend by Erin Ashley Tanner in ebook. Loving them both!

Do you have any unique talents or hobbies? 

I make my own perfumes and rumour has it they’re pretty good!


Three words that best describe you:

Creative, patient, eclectic.

Favorites of all Time:

Favorite Number?


Favorite Food?


Me too! Me too! J

Favorite Song?

Argh, so hard to pick just one…Love Like Winter by AFI

Favorite Movie?

I’m currently loving Pacific Rim, but for all time favourite, I have to go with The Last Unicorn (although it makes me cry every single time).

Oh The Last Unicorn! I loved that movie. Haven’t seen it in years!

Favorite place on Earth?

Northern Ireland.

Favorite memory?

Gotta go with seeing my fiance drop to one knee at the top of the Arc de Triomphe and ask me to marry him 🙂


Before you go, can you please provide us with a tantalizing snippet from your book?

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Beyond the portal, the skeletons began. The arrangement of bones was neat and orderly, with occasional bursts of arty patterns, like the heart shape made of skulls and shinbones. The bones were all yellowed with age, some of them cracked and chipped. Wolf skulls with empty eye sockets stared down at me from shadowy recesses, some heartbreakingly small—cubs, nestled in stone alongside their elder Pack mates. I ran my fingers over the smooth, dry bones, awed by the sheer number of them. Every now and then we ran into rusted gates that blocked off access to parts of the catacombs tour groups couldn’t visit. It was at one of those gates that I noticed a smell that shattered my wolf’s happy calm. Sweet. Rotting. I gagged.

“What’s wrong?” Shannon asked, slowing down to join me at the gate. “Ayla? Something wrong?” She peered through the bars of the gate with me, down the passage into blackness. You couldn’t see more than a foot ahead, but that horrible smell was coming from down there somewhere. It was faint, nothing like as strong as it had been round Mike’s body last night, but it was unmistakable.

How could Shannon not smell it? I glanced at her, saw no sign of revulsion or even awareness on her face. She couldn’t, I realized. She couldn’t smell it at all.

Le Monstre,” I said softly, letting my wolf move forward in my head, sharpening my senses without actually letting her out. She was nervous now, on edge and ready for flight. It was such an unnatural response for her—for me—that I didn’t know what to make of it. But with my senses switched on high, I was sure of one thing.

Whatever Le Monstre was, I didn’t think it was here. The smell was stale, maybe a few days old, which might explain why Shannon didn’t notice it. It was still strong enough for a wolf’s senses, but too faint for a human’s. Maybe the creature had a lair deeper within the catacombs, or had made a kill here recently. I couldn’t smell flesh or blood, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the gate either. I needed to know what Le Monstre was, where it was. I curled my fingers round the bars, rust flaking off against my skin, and inhaled that scent, desperate to identify it.

“Ayla.” Shannon tugged at my sleeve. “Are you okay?”

“Is there a tour guide around?” I asked, barely hearing her question. “They need to get someone down there.”

She looked around. We’d started out tagging along behind a small group, but split off to visit the wolf caves and now we were alone, surrounded by shadow and bone. It was too easy to picture some lurking horror down in the darkness, feeding on human flesh. Panic burst through my wolf and suddenly I did feel claustrophobic and trapped; trapped down here with a monster that might be just on the other side of that gate.

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About Naomi & Where to Find Her:

Naomi Clark lives in Cambridge and is a mild-mannered office worker by day, but a slightly crazed writer by night. She has a perfectly healthy obsession with giant sea creatures and a preference for vodka-based cocktails. When she’s not writing, Naomi is probably either reading or watching 80s cartoon shows, and sometimes she manages to do all three at once.

Pick Me Up by Rebecca Brochu

Welcome back to The Spicy Butterfly Garden, Rebecca Brochu! So glad to have you here to introduce us to your latest Evernight Publishing release, Pick Me Up.



Bryce Huttner wasn’t looking for a one-night stand or a backroom fling when he agreed to go out with Jamie and Maddy, two of his closest friends, to the local club.  But, when he encountered a charming stranger on the dance floor, the man was almost enough to make him change his mind.  That was until the encounter was cut depressingly short.

When they eventually met again, Bryce was surprised to see that Felix’s interest in him had not wavered at all.  Felix seemed determined to win him over and had a never ending supply of horrible pick-up lines at his disposal.

Bryce quickly found himself torn between holding strong and giving into the desire to let Felix pick him up for real.

Be Warned: m/m sex


“If I kissed you, would you punch me?” Felix asked. He looked down at Bryce where they stood outside his front door.

The porch light Bryce had turned on before he left shined down on them.

Bryce laughed, low and breathy, and watched the way Felix’s eyes went dark. Felix’s hand on his shoulder tightened before  loosening.

“Maybe,” Bryce said. He wasn’t serious, but was somehow unable to keep from teasing Felix. Low heat curled in his stomach, anticipation running high through his veins.

“Cold and cruel. Not sure if I want to risk it when I know how vicious you can be,” Felix said. He swooped down and did it anyway.

Felix’s mouth was soft against Bryce’s, his lips thin but soft. When Bryce opened his mouth for the welcomed thrust of Felix’s tongue, he tasted faint traces of chocolate and coffee. The kiss went hot, but stayed sweet with Felix in control, his mouth a hair shy of too gentle as he tangled his fingers in Bryce’s hair. Felix tilted his head and changed the angle of the kiss, made it deeper, hotter, a shade or two rougher, and Bryce groaned into it.

Bryce finally pulled back far enough to look up into Felix’s eyes. He stared at him, searched his gaze for a moment, and then had to admit he’d already made his decision. He’d made it as soon as Felix asked him out.

“Come inside with me?” he asked softly.

Felix’s eyes went wide then narrowed slightly. “You sure, Bryce? Because I don’t want this to be a one-time thing, I don’t want casual sex with you. If we do this, then I want us to do it right.” Felix’s face was serious, gaze sharp and attention focused.

That same warmth curl worked its way through Bryce’s chest, all because Felix wanted what he wanted. It was glorious.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure. We want the same thing, and we’ve known each other for months now. I’m tired of not admitting what I want, tired of not having you when it’s all I think about,” Bryce said, his voice low and steady, his gaze direct. He wasn’t ashamed of what he wanted, not now, not ever.

“So, I guess it’s safe to say those lines actually did work.” Felix grinned down at him, expression delighted, but filled with heat.

“Shut up,” Bryce said. The words came out as more of a huff before he reached up and pulled Felix back down into another heated kiss.

Felix ended the kiss then, pulled back and nudged Bryce forward to unlock his door. While Bryce was busy, Felix slid up behind him and dropped nipping kisses on the side of his neck. Bryce shivered and fumbled with his key as Felix chuckled, low and warm, behind him until he finally managed to get the door open.

He gestured for Felix to wait on the porch for a second as he slipped inside. He petted Snarl, reminded himself to introduce the two of them later, and then let the dog out into the fenced in yard. Felix waited for him underneath the light of the front porch. When Bryce got back, he noticed the way Felix looked, hair disheveled and mouth slightly swollen. Bryce couldn’t pull him forward into the house and another kiss fast enough.

They were noticeably wilder then. Their hands roamed over each other as Felix closed the door with his foot, and crowded Bryce against the nearest wall. Felix tugged at Bryce’s shirt until it slipped out of his waistband, and wasted no time in getting his hands on Bryce’s skin. He traced his way across Bryce’s stomach and up his chest. Felix raked Bryce’s nipples with his nails. Bryce gasped and bucked his hips up as he broke the kiss. His cock pressed against his zipper painfully as he panted up at Felix.

“Bedroom.” Bryce practically rasped the word out. He groaned low and deep in his throat when Felix’s mouthed at his neck, his tongue skating along his skin before he nipped him sharply.

Bryce pulled Felix’s shirt completely off then tugged at the fly of his pants as they stumbled towards his bedroom. Felix’s hands were just as busy, and by the time they managed to get to Bryce’s room, their shoes and socks were abandoned somewhere behind them. They stood at the end of his bed, panting, and stared at each other for a moment, and then Felix moved. He pushed Bryce, who fell back against the mattress, legs splayed and pants riding low on his hips.

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Blood of the Nile by Annalynne Russo

Annalynne Russo is here at the Spicy Butterfly Garden today to introduce us to her latest Evernight Publishing release, Blood of the Nile. A vampire love story in Egypt! Can it get anymore intriguing? Check it out!



Maliyah Aziz has no time for men. Employed by the U.S. Government overseas, the self-described workaholic refuses to let a relationship derail her flourishing career. But when her estranged father passes away abruptly, she must re-examine her priorities and return to Cairo, a place plagued with bittersweet memories of her childhood.

For eight hundred years, vampire Ramses Shakir maintains a low profile, making a living along the trade routes of the Nile River. Although not until he forms a partnership with a human by the name of Anwar al Aziz, does he truly make his mark on society. Together the two men amass a fortune and forge an unbreakable bond. Suspicious of Anwar’s sudden death, the vampire turns to his best friend’s daughter in search of answers. As they scour all of Egypt for clues, the last thing Ramses and Maliyah expect to find is love.


Ramses dragged his fingers through his damp hair as perspiration gathered at the base of his skull. That day, the temperature in the Sahara surpassed one hundred degrees and Maliyah wasn’t doing him any favors by turning up the heat. The wanton tease made him want to yank off the flowing, floral print dress she wore and fuck her silly. Visions of her sweet ass plastered against the windows of the train car danced in his head. He wanted her naked and it didn’t matter if a whole caravan of desert nomads stopped to catch a glimpse. Their coupling was bound to happen. Why not sooner than later?

Nonetheless, Maliyah made a good point. Ramses had promised her cousin Husani that he’d keep his hands to himself. A man of honor, he intended to stay true to his word. He wouldn’t touch Maliyah. At least, not with his hands. His mouth and cock, on the other hand, were both fair game.

Before Maliyah returned from the powder room, he reached into the small rolling suitcase he’d brought along for the trip. He pulled out a red paisley necktie and placed it next to the other articles of clothing he’d dangled over the chair. There was a good chance he’d need to be tied up in order to keep his paws off Maliyah. The necktie would come in handy if that turned out to be the case.

The door swung open and Maliyah sauntered in. Her hair was now loose, its shiny, brown tentacles hung haphazardly in front of her face. She’d removed most of her make-up and traded in her three-inch heels for a pair of simple strappy sandals. She looked up at Ramses. Her green-gold gaze locked with his. At the same time, her lower lip jutted out to entice him with its sultry pout.

Maliyah stepped closer and spoke into his chest. He could feel the heat from her skin tickle his nerve endings. “So now what? We’ve got eleven hours to kill and I’m saving the fashion magazines Salma shoved in the side of my bag until I get desperate?”

“You? Desperate?” Ramses repeated. His raspy tone came out as sensual and breathy, with a hint of sarcasm mixed in to keep Maliyah on her toes. “It’d be a pity if we let that happen. I think we can find something to keep us occupied. Maybe there’s a deck of cards in my carry on.”

Maliyah put her hand to her lips as if to giggle, but instead a loud snort came out through her nose.

Is she mocking me? Ramses thought to himself. She hadn’t uttered a single word, yet he knew her snicker was meant in protest.

Only Maliyah, a siren who embodied the perfect combination of subtle innocence and feisty femme fatale, could dish out corrosive rancor just as well as she could take it. That time, she’d done so without even opening her mouth. Although Ramses had great reverence for the Egyptian culture in which he was reared, he found himself drawn to Maliyah’s freethinking, American tendencies. He respected her desire for independence and the rebellious streak she wielded at every turn.

Before he could think of a saucy comeback, Maliyah had already placed both hands on Ramses’ bare shoulders. She massaged his biceps and let the pads of her fingers caress their way up and down his arm. Soon, they became tangled in the shaggy, black hair that gathered at his neck.

“How could a game of cards possibly keep me amused? Not when I have all this tempting, well-toned flesh at my disposal.”

“Wait,” Ramses said, pulling back slightly. He hadn’t anticipated Maliyah’s aggressive pursuit. His need for her bordered on the absurd, but he knew he’d have to take things slow. Otherwise, his vampire persona might make an unexpected appearance. He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from touching her. “What about the pledge we made to Husani?”

Maliyah leaned in, and her heated breath skated across his tanned skin, sending a direct signal to his cock. It was time to come out and play. Whatever sport Maliyah wanted to tackle, Ramses would step up to the plate.

“I made no such promise. Just keep your hands to yourself, lover boy. Let me do all the work,” she said, darting her tongue out to taste him. God damn, Maliyah was a woman after his own heart. God damn, Maliyah was a woman after his own heart. Her succulent lips blazed a path from his neck, passed the sparse patch of hair that peeked out from the top of his shirt.

Maliyah hiked the shirt up past his navel. Her eyes followed the line of dark curls downward until she once again spotted the thick erection through his jeans. She sank to her knees, and then used her hands to remove his belt. One by one, she undid the buttons of his 501’s, as a flush of red spread across her face. She must have realized that he wore nothing underneath.

Ramses’ shaft was as hard as stone. It sprang eagerly from his jeans. Maliyah lowered them to the floor and without hesitation licked the head of his cock into her mouth.

“To hell with restraint!” Ramses groaned.

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About Annalynne Russo:

A native of sunny San Diego, California, Annalynne Russo always had a vivid imagination. As a child, she loved to escape reality by immersing herself in books and poetry. After earning her bachelor’s degree in Spanish literature, Annalynne worked as both a bilingual elementary school teacher and curriculum developer for more than 10 years. But soon her dream of becoming a writer became too difficult to ignore.

Nowadays, she passes the time fantasizing about hot and sexy heroes that nearly leap out of her imagination, begging for their stories to be told. A firm believer in the phrase, Love Conquers All, Annalynne is a sucker for a juicy romance and spends almost as much time reading as she does writing.

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Learning To Love In The “Arms of Serenity”

It’s with great pleasure that I welcome Donina Lynn to the Spicy Butterfly Garden today. She has a debut novel entitled Arms of Serenity, Book 1 of the Rock Services series, published by Evernight Publishing that she is here to share with us today! Thanks for coming by, Donina.

Thank you so much for having me on your blog today! I’m very excited to be here and to be sharing my debut novel Arms of Serenity.

When I first sat down to think about what I wanted to write, the one thing I knew I wanted to incorporate was a message. That being that the events of the past shouldn’t dictate how we live our lives in the future.  We should learn from our experiences and look to the future as an opportunity for a new beginning. Simple, right? But when we are unable to move beyond those events and they threaten to determine who we are today, is it ever that easy to forget and find the peace within ourselves to allow happiness into our lives? Life and especially love are never that simple.

In Arms of Serenity, you meet Nick and Becca. Both are emotionally damaged and in desperate need of someone to show them how to let go of their pasts and that love is possible as long as they are willing to let it in. Their story is full of inner struggles, laughs, romance and even a smidgen of danger. Doesn’t every good love story need at least one or two bad guys? 🙂



Plagued by guilt, Nicholas Hollsten ended his military career in the Special Forces and returned home only to be forced into a life he never wanted. Nick found himself running his father’s company and making good on a promise to his team. Angry and frustrated with the direction his life was taking, he calms his thoughts by filling his evenings and bed with soft distractions. Until one woman captures his interest.

Rebecca Klayton thought she was happy in her small town, running her bakery and avoiding love. That emotion only meant heartache and being left exactly where you started—alone. Lesson learned. But, when the sexy stranger from their hot New Year’s Eve party shows up at her counter, will she be able to ignore the temptation or will she find what she’s been missing in the Arms of Serenity?



Becca got as far as the curve outside before she heard Nick’s voice calling her name. She closed her eyes and groaned.

Almost made it.

Why was he following her? Couldn’t he just leave her alone? She held up her hand to signal a taxi and hoped ignoring him would work until one stopped.

Becca heard him say her name again. Only this time he was too close to pretend that she didn’t hear him. She turned to find him holding the picture frame.

“You forgot this.”

He just wanted to give her the frame. She sighed in relief and reached to take it from him.

“Thank you.”

He looked at her and put a smug smile on before saying, “You forgot these also.” He reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a glimpse of white lace material.

Becca gasped when she realized it was her forgotten panties. She got closer to put her hand out.

“Thank you for finding them.”

Nick pushed them back in his pocket. “How about that coffee?”

Becca took a step back and crossed her arms. “Are you seriously holding my underwear hostage until I go out on a date with you? Doesn’t that border on blackmail?”

Nick laughed. “Just using whatever means I have at my disposal to get you to say yes.”

Becca would laugh too if she wasn’t so angry. He was being an arrogant pushy ass. She glared at him. From his polished shoes, tailored pants, and what looked like a cashmere sweater, he was head to toe everything that Becca wasn’t. Why was he doing this? Damn him for coming after her. Damn him for wanting more when he could go back into the ballroom and have anyone of those models sitting at the table.

“You’re not my type.” She turned away from him and once again put her hand up in the air.

She stood there not wanting to look back. He hadn’t answered her, and Becca silently hoped that he had walked away. She was a mess. Her insides trembled at the conflicting emotions of anger and longing coursing through her. It would be so easy to give in and go with him.

Becca felt a hand brush against her neck and his voice against her ear.

“I’m going to have to argue that statement. I seem to remember being exactly your type last night as you shook and screamed in pleasure when I was buried deep inside of you.” He kissed the spot behind her ear, and she gasped in response. Shivers cascaded through her, and she leaned back melting into his body.

Becca cursed herself.

Dammit, Becca get some control! He’s just a rich guy who thinks he can get anything he wants.

Becca pulled away and turned around to face him as a taxi finally came to her rescue. Opening the door, she stood behind it to use as a barrier between them and took a breath to steady her trembling legs and gain some courage.

“Nick, last night was great, and thank you for not saying anything back in there.” She nodded her head in the direction of the hotel and continued. “But I’m just not interested.” She got in the cab, closed the door, and stared ahead as she gave the driver her destination. As the taxi pulled away, she could see him in the rearview mirror. For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, she left him just standing and staring after her.


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About Donina Lynn:

Hi! I live in a small rural Pennsylvania town on the outskirts of the Poconos. As in small, I mean we don’t even have a traffic light. We do, however, have a DG, a pizzeria and a Chinese restaurant. Thank goodness! Because, I would probably starve without takeout and a microwave. Cooking is something I enjoy during the holidays and for special occasions. But on a normal day, I take full advantage of a supermarket’s frozen section.

Even though I was born and raised a country girl, my idea of communing with nature is gazing out my window while guzzling mass quantities of coffee. Next to the microwave, my Keurig is my prized possession. Seriously, the inventors of that gadget deserve an award and are personal heroes of mine.

When I’m not at my day job, hanging with my family or friends, curled up with my Kindle,
or typing away at the computer, you can find me in front of the TV watching anything paranormal, sci-fi or a good action flick. Kudos go to any movie or show that incorporates explosions, big guns, and gratuitous butt shots.

My addiction to romance novels started as soon as I could turn a page and has stayed with me until much later in life when I decided to sit down and give writing one a whirl. Who knew that decision would have brought me here? I am extremely grateful it has and hope you enjoy reading about the characters that have taken up residence in my head. There is a bit of a warning, however. I have a fondness – bordering on obsession – with the military, public service, bad boys, and men with bald heads, goatees or tattoos.  Heroes with one or many of these traits might be a reoccurring theme until I can work through these issues. 🙂

Where to find Donina:

* Donina has an incredible feature on her blog called Behind The Book. She’s asked authors to guest blog about what made them write their stories. I visited her several weeks ago discussing my book, In Flames.  It’s always a great post as you’ll come to find each author is inspired by something different. Make sure you check out her blog. 🙂





On The Run With “The Wolf on the Run”

Today, I welcome Jorja Lovett to the Spicy Butterfly Garden. She has allowed me to pick her brain regarding her latest release from Total-E-Bound, The Wolf on the Run, book 2 in The Wild Irish Wolves series, as well as sharing a little bit about herself and her writing. Welcome Jorja! 🙂

Give us the title and genre of your book and a quick 50 word or less tagline.

The Wolf on the Run is the second book in my paranormal romance series, The Wild Irish Wolves.

Alpha Rory is determined to protect his pack, including feisty Naomi. How can he get close when she’s intent on facing her demons alone?

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This is a gorgeous cover. I love it!

Did you have any inspiration for this story or its characters?

I was on a road trip through Southern Ireland when I had the idea for my wolf pack. The rolling hills were perfect inspiration for the Olcan Hills shifter community to roam. Rory was an integral part of the first book and I really thought he deserved to have his own story told. (And I wanted to get him naked!)

I have the same “relationship” with some of my characters. I think one of the best parts of being an erotic romance writer is all the men we can get naked and not really get in trouble with our husbands! 😉

What was your favorite scene to write?  Why?

The strip scene! As the local policeman and Alpha of his pack, Rory is such a serious character. I wanted him to have fun. So, when Caleb volunteered their services during a hen night at the local pub it was a good excuse to indulge. (See previous answer)

Sounds exciting. Can’t wait to read it!

Give us an interesting and fun fact about your book and/or its characters.

There’s a scene in the book where Naomi and Mia have a run in with a particularly nasty assistant in a bridal shop. It’s based on my experience when I was shopping for my wedding dress, and payback for the woman who told me I’d have to cut out the cookies if I wanted to look good.

Seriously?! Some people have nerve! But it sounds like you got your revenge in the story! 🙂

As an author myself, I find one of the hardest parts to completing a story is coming up with a title that captures the true essence of the story.  How do you come up with the title to your stories?

I like my titles to give a clear indication to the reader what the book is about. Although, this book started off with the title, ‘Hidden in the Pack’ lol

What’s the best piece of writing advice you’ve received?  The worst?

When I was going through one of my ‘I’m useless’ phases, another author told me if I could give up writing I should. Of course, the characters and stories wouldn’t let me, so I shut up and started writing.

The worst piece of advice probably came from my husband. He’s forever providing random ‘ideas’ that I wouldn’t go near with a ten foot pole. I’m beginning to wonder if he had anything to do with this recent trend for dinosaur erotica…

What is the deal with dinosaur erotica? It’s been mentioned like four times this week and I’m pretty sure I’m missing something…

What has been your most rewarding experience since becoming a published author?

I’ve had my fair share of disappointments and publishers who didn’t live up to my expectations. Getting that first contract with Total-E-Bound for The Wolf on the Hill was a turnaround for me. I finally began to believe in myself when I signed with them. It helped that I made Are’s Bestseller list with that book too.

 What book (or books) are you reading now?

C.A Szarek’s Collision Force.

Do you have any unique talents or hobbies? 

I used to enjoy painting. I sold a few watercolours to local craft shops and even worked as a figurine painter in a factory for a while.

Three words that best describe you: Honest, quirky, dreamer.

Favorites of all Time:

Favorite Number? 5. There’s no rhyme or reason to this…it just is.

Favorite Food? Chocolate. It’s a food group, right?

God, I hope so! 😉

Favorite Song? Extreme – More than Words. I was with my first boyfriend when this came out and the perfect age to swoon at Nino’s good looks.

Favorite Movie? 10 Things I Hate About You. I love the humour combined with the romance and the soundtrack is pretty awesome too.

Favorite place on Earth? My bed lol I write there, sleep there, and make sexy times with my hubby there. Where else would I rather be? 😀

Favorite memory? We once did a tour of Scotland and England with our kids, and our guinea pigs! We got some strange looks from the hotel owners every time we carried our piggies in. More so from the people in the park we took them to for the day.

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Before you go, can you please provide us with a tantalizing snippet from your book? 


Naomi came after Rory, pitting her stealthy grace against his sheer power. In his peripheral vision, he could see the wisps of her breath spiralling into the cold air as she forged ahead, determined to catch him. Rory snorted, sending his own white breath curling up into the atmosphere.

He led her over the hills, their claws making short work of carving up the cold, hard terrain. Naomi never lost ground. Even when he made a turn towards the woods on the boundary, she kept pace.

The chase awakened something deep inside him—that animal freedom with no responsibilities except the survival of himself and his pack. The spiky silhouettes of barren trees lined his path, like broad strokes of a black marker pen scratched against the silver sky.

He dodged in and out, never slowing, with Naomi always in pursuit. Occasionally, a pair of woodland eyes blinked at him from the darkness—a rabbit, a fox, observing their bizarre courtship.

Rory had no doubt the exhilaration of their illicit run would end in wild sex between him and Naomi. It was like a very enthusiastic bout of foreplay without actual touching.

They crunched through the leaf-littered forest floor until he tired of being the hunted. He looped back the way they came and stopped in a clearing. In all aspects of life he preferred to be the one doing the chasing, but at this moment in time he wanted nothing more than to be caught.

He shifted back into his naked, horny self. Naomi came to a skidding halt seconds later, scooting a bundle of leaves over his bare feet. “You can run, wolf lady, I’ll give you that. Now can we go back to bed?”

She shifted back to stand beautifully naked before him. “Not until you say it.”

“Say what?” He was hard as hell and ready for round two.

“That I’m as good as you.” She gave him a flirty smile. One which said she was looking forward to the future rather than staring back at the past. The run had obviously done wonders for her too.

“That was probably a fluke. I don’t think you could keep up with me on a normal day. You know, one where you haven’t seduced me on top of a car boot and made me carry you home first.” The play fighting wasn’t limited to their animal personas. Not when it proved such a turn on. Human or wolf, the scent of Naomi’s arousal would always draw him to her.

“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time. But, if you’re tired, just say and we’ll call it a night.” She shrugged her shoulders, making her boobs jiggle enough to bring his erection to full strength once more.

He stepped forward and brushed her wild hair from her face. “I’ll never be too tired for you, Naomi. I’ll race you back. This time the winner stays on top.”

She grinned, eyes twinkling as bright as the stars. “You’re on.”

This was one race he intended to lose.

Available from Total-E-Bound 4th October

On general release from 1st November

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About Jorja Lovett:

Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn’t until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.

Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.


Author Links: Facebook, Twitter, Blog, Website


Rock On With “Rock Star Ex”

Welcome to the Spicy Butterfly Garden, Jewel Quinlan! And how exciting! I get to feature not only her first Evernight Publishing release, but her first published piece, Rock Star Ex! And it’s about a rock star! Who doesn’t love a sexy rock and roll hero?!?! 🙂 Thanks for being here, Jewel!

Hello everyone! Thanks, Jessica, for having me on your spicy blog. I am so excited about the release of Rock Star Ex. It is the first of my works to be published. The scheduled release date for it is October 10th, 2013 and will be closely followed by another novella and also a full-length novel that are currently churning through edits and so forth.

I had so much fun writing Rock Star Ex! Although I do live near Los Angeles and often travel to Las Vegas there was a lot of research I had to do for this novella. My characters are in settings that I have never personally been in such as back-stage at a concert and inside a tour bus. I rarely go to concerts so I even had to research what a typical groupie looked like, how many members are normally in a band and what route the tour would take. I can only say that it was a lot fun discovering the details of all these things and it is one of those rare moments where I was thankful for technology instead of grouchy about having to wrap my head around it all. The Internet has my eternal gratitude! Now, on to details about the story…



Social media consultant, Eve Everett, is less than thrilled when her business partner hooks them up with a job covering celebrity rock band Arsenal.  Their new lead singer, Devon Quinn, is the man who broke her heart five years ago.  But there’s no way Eve can turn down the assignment. It’s the big break their fledgling company needs.

To boost Arsenal’s social media presence the band’s manager wants intimate coverage, especially of Devon,  which means traveling with the band  in their tour bus while they promote their new album.  It’s not long before Devon tries to rehash the past but Eve would rather leave it buried where it is.

When Eve is asked to be part of a music video, she decides it’s a great opportunity to reap some revenge by showing Devon what he’s missing. But soon she’s the one losing control. Will Devon once again claim her heart as well as her body?


“It’s good to see you again, Eve,” he said softly so the others wouldn’t pick up on it.  He knew she wouldn’t want to hear it.  It couldn’t be helped, but it just had to be said.

Her head snapped up, eyes wide.

“That’s what I wanted to say the other night, but you didn’t give me a chance.”

Big mistake.

Her eyes narrowed.  “I didn’t give you a chance?  Then I’d say we’re even.”

“Look, Eve, things didn’t happen the way you’re thinking.  It wasn’t like that.”  He set the bottom of Tommy’s guitar on the floor, his hand on the neck, and leaned closer in to talk to her.

“The way I’m thinking?” she repeated.  Standing up straight, she stuck one foot out to the side and said in a low hiss, “Look, Devon, the facts are the facts.  You left and I never heard from you again.  Not once.  It has nothing to do with the way I’m thinking.”

He tensed.  It was happening again.  She was misunderstanding him.  “No, look, that’s not what I mean, okay?”

“Oh, then what do you mean?”  She cocked her head at him and waited.

“It’s…it was hard on the road, to keep in touch with anyone, for a lot of reasons.  You don’t know what it was like.  I mean we were bouncing around from place to place, driving for long periods of time and then having to work until really late at night.  It was pretty much impossible to communicate.  Besides, you had no answering machine back then, remember?”

She visibly puffed up.  “I see, so it’s my fault you couldn’t communicate with me?”

“I’m not saying it was anyone’s fault, Eve.  Just that there was no way to call.”  He felt relieved.  He had finally been able to tell her, to explain.  Maybe now she would understand.  Well, when she calmed down at least.

“And you couldn’t write a letter?”   She spoke quietly but the words dripped acid.

She had him there.  Even though she was several inches shorter he suddenly felt very small.  He looked down and stuck a hand in his pocket, not knowing what to say.  That was an even more complicated topic.

Her cold eyes were on him.  The silence stretched on for another moment.  Before he could gather any other words to try to explain she turned and headed back up front, her ponytail slapping him in the face as she went.

Where to buy:

I don’t have the official links as of yet but, according to the Evernight, it will be available at the following: Evernight Publishing website, Amazon, All Romance e-Books, Barnes & Noble, BookStrand, Sony, Apple iBooks, Chapters-Indigo/KOBO, Coffee Time Romance and Rainbow Ebooks (GBLT)

Add it to your TBR list!

About Jewel Quinlan:

From a young age, Jewel Quinlan has had an abundant imagination and strong desire to write novels.  She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance. An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs; Shimmer and Penny. For more information you can visit her website or follow her on Facebook – AuthorJewelQuinlan and Twitter @JewelQuinlan.

Mid-Week Tease – WIP – Board Discretion – #MWTease

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In the midst of the craziness of the Evernight Publishing Birthday Bash, I felt as if I needed to share with you one of my current WIPs. As most of you know, I love this blog post feature that Author Sandra Bunino hosts and allows me, and others, to participate in every week. Mid-Week Tease allows us authors to share a snippet of a new release, a backlisted title or a WIP. Aside from having the opportunity to share a little part of my work, I also get to read snippets of other authors and get to be introduced to amazing authors and books.

This week I’ve been putting a lot of effort in my final book in the Taking Advantage series – tentatively called Board Discretion. If you’ve read book 1 – Board Stiff and book 2 – Board Approved, you’ve been introduced to both the main characters in book 3 – Mark Olson and Suzie McCormick. Please keep in mind… it is a WIP so it’s unedited at this point… be kind! 😉

Mark is the owner of several car dealerships in the St. Petersburg/Tampa area. He is also a member of the board of directors for Advantage Insurance Company. Mark is forty years and has been painting the town and sowing his wild oats – so to speak – for the last couple years after escaping a fifteen year marriage that lost its love. But all of his friends are settling down and Mark is wondering if maybe a second chance in love is possible.

Suzie is the executive assistant to the CEO at Advantage. She’s in her early thirties and has been burned more than once in love. Though she’s thrown herself at various men in an attempt to find the right one, she’s been very unlucky. But Mark has always paid her attention and she’s more than attracted to him. Will his playboy in a mid-life crisis reputation get in their way?  We’ll see…

“That’s it, baby. Come apart for me,” he whispered, watching her facial features contort in ecstasy. Slipping a finger to her opening, he hovered over it, teasing her hole with his finger.

“I need you,” she begged, hiking her leg over his hip and giving him better access to her pussy. Her cream leaked on to his fingers and coated his hand, the scent of which wafted to his nostrils and made him eager to taste her.

                “What do you need?” he asked, licking and sucking the long column of her neck.

                “I need you inside me,” she pleaded.

 “Like this?” he asked, slipping his middle finger inside her hot channel. Her pussy clamped down on his finger as it intruded her body. His thumb circled her clit, then pressed on it and her body quivered.

“More,” she solicited. He smiled against her skin as he slipped a second finger inside her. Fuck! She was tight! The thought of filling her tightness with his cock made him unimaginably harder.

“How’s that, baby?” He penetrated her cunt with two fingers, all the while watching her body react to his ministrations. Her head hung back, cascading her straight blonde hair down her back. Her eyelashes caressed her flushed cheeks, her tiny nostrils flared and her lips separated with each stroke of his fingers. Her fingers dug into his biceps, almost to the point of pain, but he didn’t care.

He’d fantasized a number of times over the years of knowing her what it would be like to bring her to the precipice of an orgasm and then fling her over it. Now was his chance! No one had to know about this rendezvous in the dark bathroom of the Beach Club. His seat on the Board of Directors would be safe, but he needed this…needed her.

If you haven’t read the first two books in the Taking Advantage series, below is information on how to find them!

If you want to add Board Stiff to your TBR list, you can find it here on Goodreads:

If you want to add Board Approved to your TBR list, you can find it here on Goodreads:

Both Taking Advantage books are 40% off right now at Evernight!


If you are ready to purchase Board Stiff, you can find it here: Evernight!


If you are ready to purchase Board Approved, you can find it here: Evernight!

They are also at Amazon, ARe, B&N and Bookstrand.

Click on the link below to find the amazing authors that are participating with me in this week’s Mid-Week Tease! Enjoy!

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Join the Club “A Mile High”!

A great big welcome to new Evernight Publishing author Bethany-Kris. She’s here today at the Spicy Butterfly Garden to share with us her new release, A Mile High, and yes, she’s about to take us to that club we’ve all fantasized about joining (and some of us may have already joined :)) A Mile High. Thanks for joining us today, Bethany-Kris!

Hello! Thanks for having me on your blog today and giving me the chance to talk about my newest release. A little information on the book first, and why it came to be… A Mile High was a product of my stressful work, upcoming vacation that wasn’t going to be arriving nearly soon enough, and my very hectic house. In the midst of all that chaos, I wanted to write about someone—Olivia—who also found herself working far too much and was in desperate need of a vacation. In the end, A Mile High was what came from that. I hope you like it.



Olivia wants a vacation, that’s all, but when the airline screws up her plans for a week getaway to the beautiful Barbados, instead putting her on a new path that intertwines with the handsome, funny, and charming Sal, she can’t say no to his offer of joining the mile high club. Their meeting is explosive, attraction intense, and when the flight ends, Olivia is unwilling to part ways but unable to voice her wants. Still, fate is at work with its own plan, and where it finishes just might not be where it ends up.

There’s nothing quite like sex at a mile high.


“Doubt it,” Sal put in quietly. “Pilot’s all ready to go, we’re away from the gates, and there’s another plane bussing in to take off behind us right now, probably. We’re taking off. Her friend will likely give her some Gravol, set her up in their little section there, and we’ll be on our way.”

A quick, vague apology sounded over the plane’s announcement system, informing the passengers it would be another minute before takeoff. Given I had a bit of time to do whatever, I decided to use the bathroom. Excusing myself from our comfortable little cubby, I made my way through to the back of the plane, ignoring the questioning gazes of other passengers in coach who were likely wondering what had happened up in first class.

In the panic-worthy, small as hell bathroom, I washed my face and hands, checking my face out in the mirror as a ding sounded above me. I looked up to see the seatbelt sign had appeared just as the pilot’s voice sounded over the speakers, asking everyone to buckle up and ready for takeoff.

Making my way back to my seat as quickly as possible, I had just moved in to sit down—Sal drawing in his stretched out legs to let me through—as the plane jerked forward. I yelped under my breath, trying to catch myself but between the black, peep-toe pumps with a four-inch heel on my feet, and the sudden movement, I ended up on something warm…and hard. Something that breathed, chuckled, and touched me.


My brown hair created a curtain over my face. Huffing a breath and blowing strands out of my line of vision, Sal laughed in my ear, rocking both our bodies. I felt his hands skim above my knees where the flimsy material of the skirt I wore had risen up. Gooseflesh pebbled at the motion and I tried hard not to shiver when fingers grasped tightly to my legs.

“You okay?” he murmured. “Because I think you’re just fine.”

I nodded, trying really hard not to be embarrassed. I didn’t want to show how turned on I was by his palms to my flesh and the suggestive tone to his words. “Yeah, just surprised. I’m so—”

“Don’t be,” he interrupted, voice turning huskier than I expected. “Unless you plan on moving, that is.”

Teeth cut into my bottom lip as I fought the urge to exhale harshly. “I have to. We’re just about to take off, right?”

The dismissive sound he made under his breath didn’t help the lust raging through my senses. Those warm hands of his skimmed a little higher under my dress, making me groan quietly, grinding my backside shamelessly against his jeans when he whispered, “You ever join the mile-high club?”

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About Bethany-Kris:

Bethany-Kris is a twenty-three year old Canadian author, lover of much, and mother of two young boys, two cats, and two dogs who works more than she should, writes when she can, and loves every moment of it.

Find her on Twitter, Facebook, and Blogger.

Evernight Publishing’s 3d Birthday Bash

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Third Birthday, Evernight Publishing!

Happy Birthday to you!

Celebrate like a ROCK STAR because Evernight Publishing is THREE!

In three short years, Evernight has grown by leaps and bounds thanks to readers like you! Evernight is pulling out all the stops and throwing an extreme BIRTHDAY BASH BLOG HOP in your honor!


That’s right! It’s Evernight’s birthday but YOU get the presents…

Prizes include:

Samsung Galaxy Tab

Kindle Paperwhite

Kobo Touch

$100 Evernight and Amazon Gift Certificates

Mega Evernight Swag Pack

Plus, each author on the hop will offer his/her own special prize!

As an author, I’m thrilled to share my stories with you and Evernight helps make my books shine! Woohoo! I can’t believe I’ve had the privilege of spending almost the last seven months working with such an amazing publishing company as Evernight. Venturing into the world of being an author can be a scary adventure. You send the piece you’ve been working so hard on, the one you poured your heart and soul into out into the world of submissions and potential rejections. It’s not easy. But I will say this… once you become a member of the Evernight family, you are surrounded by people (authors, editors, marketing experts) that are there to help, support and encourage you. Whether it’s the weekly posts with marketing suggestions and ideas, the camaraderie amongst the authors in putting together events like Sexy Snippets, topics for our Facebook Reader’s page or the numerous offerings to help promote your book on the various author’s blogs, Evernight Publishing attracts amazing individuals. I’ve made great friends here and I am more than happy to be a part of the Evernight Family. Happy Birthday, Evernight Publishing… and to many, many, many more birthday celebrations! 🙂


My first book published by Evernight Publishing was In Flames. This story deals with an emotional situation involving loss and how it brought two people together. I fell in love with these characters – Gracelyn and Matt. They consumed me for months as I tried to get their story on the pages. These two are touched by the same tragedy and it takes courage and strength to stand again… together.

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Gracelyn Riley married a firefighter. She knew that came with risks. But she never imagined herself widowed in her early thirties with two children to care for on her own.

As a fireman, Matt Riley was at the scene when his brother, Chad, was killed. He suffered greatly from survivor’s guilt and depression after the accident.

The last year has been difficult for both Gracelyn and Matt. They’ve relied on each other to get through the tough times. With the anniversary of Chad’s death upon them, Gracelyn and Matt once again turn to each other for comfort and support. They find it in each other’s arms—and bed.

Will their desire for each other consume them? Can they overcome the guilt and scrutiny to find love again…together?

Add In Flames to your TBR list:

Buy In Flames now: Evernight  Amazon  ARe  BN  Bookstrand  – You can grab In Flames on sale at the Evernight or ARe link!

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It’s the perfect time to buy the Evernight titles on your TBR list, as well as new gems you find during the event, because Evernight’s entire backlist is on sale at and through October 7th!