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I Kissed a Girl in Vegas (and I Liked It)!


Today is filled with lots of things fantastic! First, it’s my birthday! I bet you’ll never guess how old I’m turning!  Second, it’s release day for Scarlet Chastain and I Kissed a Girl in Vegas! Scarlet’s here to tell us a bit about her new Evernight Publishing release and share her Top Five famous girl-on-girl kisses. Welcome, Scarlet!

Hello Jessica! Thank you for having me over for a visit to share my new release, I Kissed a Girl in Vegas.

I kissed a girl and I think liked it. I’m not alone, check out my Top Five famous girl-on-girl kisses:

5. Was it a dream? Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis share a steamy kiss in Black Swan.

4. Leave it to Carrie to test her bi-curiousness when Sarah Jessica Parker smooched Alanis Morissette in an episode of Sex and the City.

3. Madonna knows how to put on a show. She lip-locked Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera onstage at the VMAs.

2. Sarah Michelle Gellar and Selma Blair enjoy a hot first kiss (and an even hotter second one) in Cruel Intentions.

1. My favorite girl on girl kiss? That’s easy. Denise Richards and Neve Campbell’s swimming pool kiss absolutely sizzled in Wild Things.

For more girl-on-girl kisses, and even girl-on-girl-on-guy kissing, check out I Kissed a Girl in Vegas!


I Kissed a Girl in Vegas (I Kissed a Girl, 1) by Scarlet Chastain

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Tessa Walker’s business trip takes her to one of the poshest hotels on the Vegas Strip. Nursing a break-up, she can use of weekend of fun and sun. Little does she know, her pool cabana mate is none other than famous chef and restaurateur, Gianna Lucini, who introduces her to the world of great food and forbidden passion.

Life as a jet-set chef isn’t all it’s cracked up to be for Gianna. Like her restaurants, she insists on control in the bedroom and her tastes run anything but plain vanilla. She’s ready to give up on love until Tessa serves up an offer Gianna can’t turn down.



“Mark has another talent you’re sure to enjoy. I’m going to take over for him so he can show you. Just keep an open mind and let yourself go, Tessa.” Her slow words mesmerized me as her strong fingers took over and Mark let go. Her hands were small and soft in comparison to his. Gianna’s fingers traveled across my shoulder blades, loosening tight muscles along the way. I grabbed the edge of the table and slid my chair back a few inches. “Relax,” Gianna whispered. Mark moved to my side and casually leaned against the table. He picked up my hand and rubbed small circles around the sensitive area where my thumb met my palm.

“You have a hard time letting go. Don’t you, Tessa?” he asked.

I took a deep breath and reached for my glass of wine, hoping it’d provide much needed liquid courage. Mark grabbed my other hand before it could capture the wineglass.

“You don’t need that to relax. Let me help you.” His graveled voice rumbled its way through my body and stoked the heat settling low in my belly.

My chair suddenly moved out further and he stepped between my knees, facing me. His gaze moved from me to above my head where Gianna stood. She continued her ministrations on my tight muscles. Mark smiled and his gaze moved back to me. His fingers rubbed the inside of my palm in unison with Gianna’s hands at my shoulders. I’d never had two people touching me in this way before. Every cell of my body stood at attention. Like the rhythm of a gentle ocean, their hypnotic caresses washed away any lingering insecurity.

Waves of pleasure coursed through my body in the secluded room smack in the middle of one of the busiest hotels in Vegas. I should’ve been embarrassed by the attention. I should’ve got up and walked away. Things like that don’t happen to me. However, my ass might as well have been crazy-glued to the chair, because I wasn’t moving. The tablecloth brushed over my bare legs as Mark let go of one of my hands and his fingers brushed my thigh. He lowered his muscled body to his knees as Gianna gathered my hair into a ponytail. Her fingers raked through my scalp while Mark’s fingers drew imaginary lines from my knee to high on the inside of my thigh and back again. I swallowed hard as my pulse quickened. I was sure Gianna could see how fast my heart was beating when she pulled my hair and coaxed my face upward to meet her stare.

She smiled down at me. “I want you to clear your mind and just enjoy the moment. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded and closed my eyes. A flash of pain gripped my scalp as Gianna tightened her hold on my hair. My eyelids flew open and I met her crystal-blue gaze that was the color of a Caribbean ocean.

“Be here with me, Tessa. Don’t escape into yourself. I want your eyes on me, or Mark. Believe me, it will make the experience incredible.”

I nodded again and she loosened the grip she had on my hair. Mark’s tongue had replaced his fingers and he left a warm, wet trail on the inside of my thigh. He released my other hand and both of his hands were making their way up the tops of my thighs and under my short skirt.

Gazing at me, his eyes burned hot and he shot me a grin. “Lift up a little, sweetheart.”

I did as he asked and my lacy underwear was quickly swept from me, losing my shoes in the process. His palms cupped my knees, nudging them farther apart. A wave of insecurity washed over me as his gaze shifted to my sex.

“Remember what I said. Relax and enjoy.” Gianna’s voice filled my ear.


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Evernight Publishing / Amazon / AllRomance eBooks

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About Scarlet:

Scarlet Chastain is the semi-secret pseudonym of a multi-published, best selling author of sensual erotic romance. Scarlet’s focus is female-centric sizzling stories written about women, for women.

She lives in the suburban shadows of New York City but her heart belongs to the beaches of Key West. Scarlet can usually be found in her favorite chair of her newly acquired writing cave.

If you ask her nicely, she will usually tell you her other pen name. She’s sweet that way.


Find Scar here:


Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads


In the Spotlight – Moon Dance by Michaela Rhua

Today I have the lovely Michaela Rhua visiting us today with her new Evernight Publishing release, Moon Dance. Let’s give her a warm welcome.

You can’t help who you fall for.

Thank you for having me on your blog.

I don’t know what the New Year has brought for you, but for me comes a new release. Moon Dance. So what’s the story about? It is the usual girl meets girl and love begins to bloom. The problem is Raya and Amari are from opposite sides of the community and mistrust has always been a key factor between the two sides. What do you do when you are attracted to your enemy? After all Love is love, whatever shapes, colour or gender it comes in. It’s one of those times when you have to hold onto what you have just found – the chemistry between the two is strong but will it withstand the discovery related to Raya’s past? The finger points to her new love. So what next?

I will leave you with a teaser.

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A quick pick up and a night of sex was just what Raya was looking for. Only meeting Amari set her insides on fire and she had to have more of this Indian beauty. Witches and shifters aren’t meant to bond only Raya and Amari can’t ignore the chemistry flowing between them. Trouble strikes the lovers when a past trauma hits Raya and Amari’s mother could be to blame. Finally Raya has a chance to get even with the old witch, who destroyed her life. When that revenge reveals that Raya’s past holds secrets she wasn’t aware of, it throws into question everything she believes in. Can the lovers unite to help Raya find her true self or is it all too late?



“My mom practices a lot of the traditional methods she learnt as a child in India. People here call it the Craft, some use Wiccan to describe how they live.”

Raya was momentarily surprised, and then came to her senses when she thought about trying to explain her own background.

“Did that shock you?” Amari asked, stopping by her car.

“Not at all. I can trade your weird for my weird any day.” Raya smiled at Amari and was straight away captured by her brown eyes, reminding her of her orgasmic fantasy. Her pussy clenched just thinking about it again.

“Hey, I’m up for a trade anytime.” Amari giggled.

Raya watched her brown eyes sparkle as she giggled. It was beautiful, even the sound of her voice was like music to Raya’s ears. She reached out and stroked Amari’s cheek.

“Hmm, silky soft.” Raya leaned forward and met no resistance.

Amari’s pink, plump lips looked inviting. Raya brushed hers lightly across Amari’s who parted them slightly and her hand went to Raya’s waist. This was the green light that Raya wanted. She didn’t hesitate but continued to brush her lips against Amari’s until she felt Amari’s hand squeeze her waist. Then she deepened the kiss. She tasted and possessed as she let her tongue delve into Amari’s mouth, where she was met with equal enthusiasm by Amari’s tongue. Raya captured the tongue being offered and sucked, enjoying the wetness and the way Amari’s hands grabbed at her waist, bringing their bodies closer. Raya stroked Amari’s hair then fisted it in her hand. Her other hand stroked Amari’s breast, which was just as she imagined, full and overflowing in her hand. Raya’s pussy tingled, wanting in on the action.

A buzzing noise interrupted the moment. It was Amari’s phone. Raya stopped and Amari reached into her bag to pull out her phone to answer the call.


Buy Links:

Evernight Publishing    Amazon US   Amazon UK   All Romance eBooks


About Mik:

Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!

She has teenage children who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.


Where to find Mik:

Website       Blog    Twitter     Pinterest         Facebook


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.