September 21, 2015

Author Interview, Excerpt & Giveaway! Discovering Dalton, Manchester Menage Collection #2 by Nicole Colville




At fifteen, Troy and Liam were fostered by the same family, and although they hated each other at first, they gradually became solid friends. As adults, the two foster brothers live together. Both experience tough times, each being a rock for the other, but their love had never been anything other than brotherly. 

Until they both fall for the same guy, and things get... complicated. 

Dalton is fresh out of a ten year marriage. Feeling lost, he concentrates on the only thing he can control—his body. Developing from a chubby, unfit police officer into a lean, mean inked one, Dalton has never looked better, but inside, he's never felt worse. A relationship is far from his thoughts, and one with another man makes Dalton even more confused. He takes time to get to know Troy and Liam separately, but Manchester isn’t that big, and sparks fly when fate throws the three together. 

Together, these three fight it out between them. Both Troy and Liam demand Dalton choose between them, but what if he didn't have to choose? What if it could work between three? 

The things in life we fight for are never the easiest, but they’re the ones worth holding onto forever.




Liam chatted with Milo, but Dalton was too busy trying to stop hyperventilating and not staring at Liam’s body, seeing it as he last saw it—wet and tense, excited and looking sinful in that shower cubicle. Those types of thoughts weren’t going to help him calm down. Why oh why did that have to happen?

Blue leaned in, calming strokes running up and down Dalton’s back, sweetly spoken words whispered against his neck, and Dalton’s tension eased a little. “Is he an ex or something?”

“No,” Dalton choked out.

“Oh, I just thought there was some history there.” Blue’s glossy red lips curled into a smile. 

“There’s no history of that kind.”

“But there is some to speak about?” Blue opened his green eyes wider and nodded. “It’s obvious. Maybe it’s time you resolved this tension between the two of you somehow.”

“What?” Dalton stiffened.

“Well, there's obviously something happening between you two.”

“Yeah, but not what you think.”

Blue bit his lip while he thought. “Hmm, there’s a few different things going on from where I'm sitting.” He nudged his thigh against Dalton’s dick, and for the first time, he realised he was excited. “Or is this for me?”

Dalton truly had no idea. He was confused by his own body, not understanding why he was reacting at all. But it had happened in the showers while he watched Liam. Maybe it was those moments replaying in his mind which caused his cock to stiffen in his jeans. 

Maybe it was the fact he had someone sitting on him, caring about him, someone with long legs and big heels, who was wearing make-up and who was confusing Dalton’s body by being more feminine than he was used to in a man. But then, Dalton was close to Samuel. He was beautiful and more feminine than Blue and this had never happened, and hadn't Samuel been sitting on his knee earlier? Maybe he was losing his mind. Maybe he’d already lost it.

“I don’t… I really don’t know,” he whispered into Blue’s hair. “I just… I have to go.”

“Wait, sexy.” Blue pressed his body more into his, meeting his eyes, those black lashes coated thickly in mascara. “Don’t run off just yet. There’s no need.”

“I'm not gay,” Dalton rushed out as low as he could make his voice, darting his gaze to Liam, his tight V-necked vest showing off those big muscles, jeans encasing his firm arse, that bottle hanging in between his lips. 

This time, when Blue rubbed his thigh over his cock, Dalton grabbed Blue’s slender calf running up his leg and just held it, not moving him away but not pulling him closer—just frozen, not knowing what to do. 

“You don’t have to label yourself with anything, Dalton.” Blue took hold of his chin, fingertips gently caressing his skin and making Dalton shift his gaze from Liam back to him. “I think…” He eased closer still, his thigh now pressed against the rigid length encased in Dalton’s jeans. “If your body needs something, it lets you know. If your eyes find something pleasing, they look more. If your heart beats faster for someone, then you follow it. I'm not gay. I'm a person. A human being. That’s the label I want to be tagged with. Hashtag Human.” He clicked his fingers with a bright smile.

Dalton smiled through his fear and understood what Blue was saying. He just wasn’t ready to think the same way. “That’s nice.”

“It’s the truth. The truth is always a good thing. I always think our brains confuse us. They have all this bullshit ‘learned’ behaviour which they pick up over the years and it tells you to think one way, your body saying another. It takes time for those two to work together and come to some sort of an agreement, but we all get there eventually. Just don’t pressure yourself, hon.” Blue leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth, Dalton’s cock now crushed against his thigh. “Of course, I would like to think this is for me, but I know better.” Blue pulled back with a heavy sigh. “If you change your mind though…” He winked with a chuckle.

“Blue.” Samuel was beside them, looking between them both. “Dalton’s a bit…” He drifted off, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, obviously not wanting to spill too much personal info about Dalton’s bad day and emotional state.

“Confused, sweetie?” Blue offered brightly.

“Yeah.” Samuel looked to the sky, then took hold of Blue’s hand. “You go get some air, Dalton.”




Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Nicole Colville, author of Discovering Dalton.

Hi Nicole, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

Is there a character in your books that you can’t stand? (Antagonist for example) And what makes them someone you don’t like?

Not in this book. There have been characters I despise in my other series for one reason or another, but in Dalton there was no one who I disliked, even Dalton’s ex-wife I wanted to meet up and give a hug. She could have been the typical ex who hated and made Dalton’s life difficult, and people who have read Samuel’s book will know she was having an affair which broke Dalton’s heart, but she wasn’t an evil witch. A marriage breaks down over time and it’s no one’s fault, bare minimum it takes two people to break up. I tried not to the lay the blame on anyone. It was something which happened and it was the right thing for them.

Are there misconceptions people have about your genre?

I guess a lot of people think it’s all about the sex, or that the relationship between two or more men are completely different from their own experiences. Showing LGBT relationships are exactly the same as all other relationships is something I love doing, and I also enjoy making sure that although my books contain my men’s sex life, not all M/M books do. Every genre has so many sub sections to choose from, and ours is no different. There’s something for everyone and even now I find things I’ve never read before in the genre. 

There’s a huge misconception that only men read M/M books, why I don’t know because plenty of men read M/F books, even if they fall into the non-romantic genre, there’s no judgement that they can’t, but with M/M it seems to be an issue for plenty of people. When I tell them around 70% or higher readers are female I always laugh at their faces. Then I get asked why? Well, the simple answer is that often people don’t distinguish between the relationships, and if they do, they find something in the genre which is lacking in others for them.

Is there message in your novel that you hope readers grasp?

That bad things happen for a reason, and to always try to see the positive things that one bad thing could lead to. Too often we get caught up in our own world of anger, jealousy, and depression, but in time we see the way out. Perhaps you can’t find your way out alone, and that’s when it’s time to let people in. It’s difficult, and at times those people who care have to force their way into your world, but those people are the ones who truly love you.

How has your writing evolved since your first book? (If this is your first book, how do you hope it evolves?)

Oh I’ve grown in so many ways, tried out several writing styles, different point of views, enhanced the way I show not tell. My first book is always something I will be proud of and look back on with a loving heart, but I am also proud to see how much I’ve grown and developed over the last three years. I always want to continue to learn and grow, and I hope to always continue to find people who I can share this knowledge with and cheerlead them on to writing their own books. 

One food you don’t care if you never eat it again.

Asparagus. Ugh!






Nicole Colville was born and currently lives in Leeds, England. She is a wife and mother of two young girls who somehow manages to fit in being a full time author of m/m romance and erotica. She loves writing complex characters in bittersweet romances which will leave you addicted and craving more from her men.
Although best known for her popular series, Hidden and Knights to Remember, she also enjoys writing with friend, and fellow author, E.M Leya. Together they have published two books in their Sinful Temptation Collection with more planned.
Her new menage collection based in the popular city of Manchester, England is her first solo full length novel outside of The Hidden Series and has three books planned for release in 2015 & 2016.




Release Day Blitz! Bereft, Seven Year Itch #2 by Jennifer Foor




We'd been married seven years, and for the most part, I thought we were happy. Little did I know my other half wasn't. He'd been screwing around on me for the past six months. Now, on the verge of divorce, I've found myself in a conundrum. 

He's half my age, with a body that won't quit. I keep telling myself it's payback, but who am I kidding? Instead of getting even, I've now made things irreparable. I have a choice to make, and it's going to be a lot harder than I imagined.

Give in to Temptation 

Fulfill your deepest Desires




My wife didn’t want to see me, and who could blame her? I’d fucked up. I’d let a little ass ruin my marriage, and that’s exactly what it was coming to. Rachel was a strong-willed woman. She was set in her ways and liked being in control of the situation. I admired her strength, and the way she was able to manage multiple problems at once. This though, this broke her. I saw it in her desperate eyes. She was broken – lost – destroyed, all because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants. I saw an opportunity to feel young again and I dove right in, knowing the consequences would bite me in the ass at some point. I made the decision out of greed. I wanted to feel empowered; like I was able to get someone young and attractive. For a little while I felt like the king of the world. I thought I’d get away with it. The more it happened, the harder it was to imagine getting caught.





Jennifer Foor is an award winning Contemporary Romance Author. She's best known for the Mitchell Family Series, which includes ten books. 

She is married with two children and spends most of her time behind a keyboard, writing stories that come from her heart. 


Excerpt & Giveaway! Snowbound at Christmas, Christmas, Colorado #5 by Debbie Mason




Surviving the holidays will take a Christmas miracle . . .

Ex-cop Cat O'Connor is bored working for her sister, Chloe, as a personal assistant on the set of her soap opera. Until Chloe gets an opportunity to audition for the role of a lifetime and asks her identical twin to substitute for her on the soap with no one the wiser. It's a perfect switch-until Cat attracts the attention of the mysterious Mr. Tall, Dark, and Way-too-handsome leading man.

Grayson Alexander never thought being snowbound in the charming town of Christmas, Colorado, for the holiday would get so hot. But between working with sexy, tough Cat on set and keeping his real reason for being there under wraps, he's definitely feeling the heat. And if there's one thing they'll learn as they bring out the mistletoe, it's that in this town, true love is always in season.



Harry drew a bouquet of Tiger Lilies from behind his back and handed them to her. "We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot, Cat. I was hoping we could start over."

She stared at the extravagant arrangement, then lifted her gaze to his. "For me?"

He smiled. "For you."

"I--I don't know what to say. They're beautiful. Thank you." She meant it. Her ex hadn't been a hearts-and-flowers kind of guy. The last man who'd given her flowers had been her father. They'd arrived the day she made detective. Three weeks later he died. 

"My goodness, would you let him in," her sister said, coming up behind Cat. "Sorry, you'll have to excuse my sister's. . . Oh, Harry, they're exquisite. Thank you." Chloe went to take the bouquet from Cat.

She clutched them possessively to her chest. "They're mine." She didn't know what had gotten into her, but she felt like a seven-year-old being asked to share her favorite toy. 

Chloe gave a shocked laugh, obviously as surprised by Cat's reaction as she was. "Kit Kat, don't be ridiculous. You're embarrassing your . . . " She tugged on the flowers and Cat tugged back .

Harry neatly inserted himself between them, ending their silent tug-of-war. With a gallant bow, her handed her sister a single pink sweetheart rose. "For you, Chloe. A perfect flower for a perfect woman." 

"Oh, I see. Thank you, Harry. It's . . . lovely. Please, come in. I didn't hear the bell." She shot Cat an accusatory stare. "I was busy getting our dinner ready." 

"I can see that. You have a touch of--" Harry leaned in, wiping away the strategically placed white powder--"flour on your cheek. I hope you didn't go to too much trouble on my account." 

Her sister was too much, Cat thought with a mental eye roll. Chloe wore a black apron-- with a pink sparkly crown above the word Diva (fitting)--over a flirty pink dress. 

She gave Cat a zip-it look as Harry toed off his loafers. Probably worried Cat would spill her secret that the gourmet shop did indeed do takeout. She wouldn't of course. Though, admittedly, she was tempted to.



Debbie Mason is the bestselling author of the Christmas, Colorado series. Her books have been praised for their "likable characters, clever dialogue and juicy plots" (RT Book Reviews). She also writes historical paranormals as Debbie Mazzuca. Her MacLeod series has received several nominations for best paranormal as well as a Holt Medallion Award of Merit. When she isn't writing or reading, Debbie enjoys spending time with her very own real-life hero, their four wonderful children, an adorable grandbaby, and a yappy Yorkie named Bella.




September 20, 2015

Release day Blitz! Excerpt & Giveaway! The Dark Ones, The Dark Ones Saga #1 by Rachel Van Dyken




To touch a Dark One is death. 

To talk to an immortal is suicide. 

Yet, I've been marked by both. 

A Vampire. 

And the King of the immortals. 

My life is no longer my own. 

And now I know the truth, my life was never mine to begin with. 

It was theirs. 

It's always been theirs.




I didn't open my eyes. "No staying in bed all day?"

"About that…" Ethan sighed. "The good news is it will feel like we've been in bed for days when really it could have been mere hours."

"Hmm?" I perked up. "Well, that's a nice trick."

"I'm full of them." His eyes sparkled. "Care to know more?"

"Yes," I whispered, my mouth finding his.

With a groan, he pushed me back against the mattress and loomed over me, his naked body glorious-looking against the sunlight streaming through the window. "Perhaps we'll stay a bit longer."

"Yes." I nodded my head eagerly. "I'm your mate, after all. Don't you want me to be pleased?"

"You were pleased at least four times last night, possibly five, if we count the time I—"

"Shh." I put my hands over his mouth.

He smirked. "Afraid the dust will hear?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Ethan!" Alex's voice boomed on the other side of the door. "Feed her!"

"Ignore him," Ethan hissed.

The knock got louder. "For the love of God, she's human. Give her food."

"He's a siren. He knows nothing." Ethan continued kissing me.

"Mason will break down the door if he has to." Fighting broke out in the hall. "Ethan, I can smell the sex from here. One immortal to another, feed her before you can't feed from her anymore."

Ethan growled and pulled back from me. "They have no manners."

I was half-tempted to cover my face with my hands. Had they heard us? Of course they'd heard us, and they knew, and they could… Yeah, I wanted to crawl under the bed and hide for a few days. Instead, Ethan pounced from the bed, put on a pair of jeans, and jerked open the door while I tried to hide beneath the covers.

Alex peered over Ethan's shoulder and waved.

I had no choice but to wave back and hope that I wasn't as red as I felt.

"She's alive." Alex held up his hand for a high five. "No? Not funny? Too soon?"

"Horrible joke," Mason said next to him. "I made eggs. She's going to need food. Make her eat everything on the plate and—"

He was still talking when Ethan slammed the door in his face and brought a giant plate of food over to me.

"Forgive them." Ethan scowled. "There aren't typically secrets between us, and they're just concerned for you."

I pointed at the eggs, ten slices of bacon, and toast. "Clearly, they don't want me to starve."

"Wolves." Ethan looked heavenward. "He should be more concerned with his own diet, the ass."

"It does smell good." I moved up the bed so I could lean against the headboard. "Do you eat?"

Ethan's lips curved into a predatory smile. "I ate several times last night. Care for me to refresh your memory?"

My cheeks burned.

"So tempting." He reached for a piece of bacon and held it to his lips, taking a small bite that had my entire body clenching to keep from reaching out and attacking him. "And yes, I can eat. I typically do eat but haven't been because when we drink, we don't need normal food."

"But before me…" I grabbed a piece of toast. "You were eating normal food."

"I like you better." He winked. "But yes, I was."

"Good to know I'm better than bacon."

"Your taste…" His eyes brightened. "…is unlike anything I've ever had."

"Hmm…" I licked my lips.

"Stop it," he hissed and looked away. "Damn, I can't watch you eat. I'm going to shower while you eat your entire plate as per Mason's orders, and then I'll contemplate letting you leave this room so you can go to the bookstore."

"Ah!" I almost knocked over the food. "My job! Am I late? Will I get fired?"

Ethan burst out laughing. "It's eight in the morning. He's expecting you when I drop you off. No sooner, no later. You won't get fired. He wouldn't dream of it, and you really are adorable."

"And hot." I sighed.

"That too."

"No, I mean hot, as in, it's scorching in here."

Ethan winced. "You may be that way for a few days."

"Hot?"

He nodded.

"Why?"

"Too much vampire blood makes you overheat a bit." He shrugged. "It won't turn you— You're very much human, like I've said before, but sometimes the vampire blood causes a type of burn to take over in your bloodstream, not painful, just not exactly pleasant if it's a hundred degrees outside."

"Good thing it's Seattle." I bit into the toast.

"Yes, well, I imagine at this point, raindrops would simply turn to vapor if they landed on your skin."

I smiled.

"Shower." He nodded. "I'm going to turn around now and walk away."

"Narrating?"

"Apparently, that's what I do when I can think of nothing more than ripping that sheet from your body, slamming you into the nearest wall, and possessing you all over again."

I dropped the toast.

He growled, taking two steps toward me, then swore and turned back around.

"Have a good shower!" I called.

Another growl was his answer, and then his jeans went flying. I wasn't laughing anymore.




Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. 

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers! 

Want to be kept up to date on new releases? Text MAFIA to 66866! 

You can connect with her on Facebook www.facebook.com/rachelvandyken or join her fan group Rachel's New Rockin Readers. Her website is www.rachelvandykenauthor.com .




Book Blast! Excerpt & Giveaway! First by K.C. Wells




It’s taken Tommy Newsome a while to get his head around being gay.


Growing up in a small town in Georgia, hasn’t prepared him for the more liberal life of a student at the university in Athens. Add to that the teachings of his parents and his church, and you have one shy young man who feels out of his depth. Working on his daddy’s farm hasn’t given him any chance of a social life, certainly not one like the clubs of Atlanta have on offer. Not that Tommy feels comfortable when he gets to sample it—Momma’s lectures still ring loudly inside his head.

All that changes when he goes to his first gay bar and sets eyes on Mike Scott.

When Mike’s not behind the bar at Woofs, he’s busy with his life as adult entertainer Scott Masters. Twenty years in the industry and the times, they are a-changing. Mike’s not had much luck in the relationship department, but as his mom is fond of telling him, you keep fishing in the same pond, you’re gonna reel in the same kind of fish. Maybe it’s time for a change.

And then a beautiful young man asks Mike to be his first….



“I see your stalker’s here again.”

“Huh?” Mike frowned. “What are you talking about now, Kev?” He concentrated on the drink order for Dave and his friends over in the corner.

Kevin grinned and flicked his head toward the rear of the bar. “You know exactly who I’m talking ’bout. Mr. Cutie Pie over there with the muscles. Y’know, the one who’s been sitting on that barstool every Saturday night for the last five weeks?” He arched his eyebrows. “Don’t give me that ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ act. I seen you looking.” His grin widened. “G’on, tell me I’m wrong.”

Mike wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction. “You’re wrong,” he stated emphatically.

Kevin stared. “Hell, you’re a poor liar.” Then his eyes gleamed. “In that case, you can take him his burger, tater tots, and Cherry Coke. Maybe you could even get him to say a few words beyond ‘Hey.’ ’Cause I swear that’s all I’ve ever heard out of that pretty little mouth of his.”

Mike snickered. “I think if I spoke to him, he’d piss his pants.”

Kevin guffawed and went off to the back of the bar. Inside Mike was cursing himself. He’d been careful not to glance too openly at the guy. Those queens he worked with were too damn good at spotting when one of them was taking an interest in a customer. And fuck it, he was interested in the painfully shy but so sexy young man who hadn’t said a word.

“And then there’s the fact that every time he comes in here,” Kevin continued, appearing beside him as if there hadn’t been a break in conversation, “I watch him look 'round the bar ’til he sees you.” That grin was still in place.

“Are you still going on about him?” Mike demanded. “Sure you’re not the one here who’s fixating?”

Kevin held up his hands. “I just call it like I see it. I think he’s only here to ogle you.”

“Well, he’s gonna be disappointed if he turns up in a couple week’s time, isn’t he, ’cause I won’t be here.”

Kevin’s brow furrowed. “Since when do you not work on weekends?”

“Since I’ll be in LA, that’s when.” Mike returned his grin. “Remember?”

“Oh, yeah, you’ve got a shoot. I’d clean forgotten.” He faked a sad face. “Aw, how you gonna cope without seeing that gorgeous bod?” He leered. “Then again, don’t worry your head about it. I’m sure me or Patrick can take care of him.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Mike groaned. “For fuck’s sake, just leave the kid alone, okay? He’s not hurting anyone.” Mike had seen enough to know the guy wasn’t going to be a problem. He preferred this quiet observation to the occasional gropings of fans when he made appearances at Hustlaball or Southern Decadence. The kid appeared to have good manners.

“Here’s his order.” Kevin handed him the tray containing the Angus burger, tater tots, and Cherry Coke. “I’m sure he’ll be delighted to get it from you.” That shit-eating grin just wouldn’t quit.

Mike shook his head and took the tray. He walked over to where the young guy sat, his eyes widening as Mike approached. “Here you go,” Mike said cheerfully, setting the food down in front of him.

The young guy blushed furiously. “Th-thanks.” He lowered his gaze and commenced picking at his tots.

Mike retreated to a safe distance and watched him while he ate. He liked the look of those wide shoulders, the reddish-brown hair, not too short, the barest hint of scruff on his jawline and those striking green eyes. His skin was creamy where it showed, which spoke of a lot of time spent covered up. With his coloring, that was understandable. But that body was speaking even louder to Mike’s dick, which was definitely interested, judging by the way it filled as he feasted on the delectable view before him.

His attention was forcibly drawn away when someone pinched his ass, good and hard.

“You are so busted.”

Fucking Kevin.



Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. WELLS always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way. K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, when the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter…. 
K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career. The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes. 
And as for those men in love that she writes about? The list of stories just waiting to be written is getting longer… and longer…. 





September 19, 2015

Book Blitz! Author Interview, Excerpt & Giveaway! Cutlass, Cutlass #1 by Ashley Nixon



Notorious pirate Barren Reed has one thing on his mind: Revenge against the man who killed his father. So kidnapping his enemy’s fiancé seems a perfect plan…until he actually does it.

Larkin Lee is more than a pretty face and fiancé to a powerful man. Her fierce personality is enough to make any pirate want to push her overboard.

But when the King of the Orient comes to Barren with a task—to find the Bloodstone, a powerful gem thought only to exist in legend, Barren sees another opportunity to destroy his enemy. Together, Barren, Larkin and a crew of pirates set off to find the stone, only to discover it caused the death of Barren’s own mother and Larkin’s, too. As his strongest allies turn into his greatest enemies, and the life of the girl he kidnapped becomes more important than he ever dreamed, Barren’s quest for revenge becomes a fight to save the Orient.




Where did you get the idea of the Cutlass Trilogy?


This is a hard question, only because the Cutlass Trilogy has been with me for so long. I began writing it as a Freshman in High School. I actually think I thought it would be a cool play for my drama class, but I just kept writing. 

As I changed, the story took on various forms until I settled on the one you are reading now.

I might be able to satisfy this question a little better by also saying that I approached the rewrite with a focus on the characters. I wanted to see how I could make readers empathize with Barren, and I wanted to ensure that Larkin was a strong female character. I knew approaching a pirate series, I couldn’t have a pirate who was really a ‘saint.’. To me, that wasn’t realistic. So Barren had to have baggage. 

I suppose that’s where Larkin comes in—she was the saint, but even she learns that not everything is as it seems. And not everything is black and white. There are always two sides to every story, and people on both sides that believe they are fighting for what’s most right.



What made you want to write about Barren and Larkin?


I love the dynamic of Barren and Larkin. They are both really strong characters. Together they are passionate and proud. They have very strong belief systems, they don’t like to be wrong, and they are very loyal. They also surprise me.



Barren is my troubled soul. I think it was hard to know he was so young and that he had killed, but I also think that’s just the reality of the life he leads. But Barren isn’t happy about it, and he’s not happy with himself. He struggles with his decisions—they are irrational, though really, he does seem to be motivated by goodness (goodness from his perspective). I think he’s desperate to feel like he has an identity. While he wants to be like his father, he’s also seeking that thing he’s going to be best at.



Larkin is like me—she is very truthful and open, and she hates this idea that people would consider her an object. She wants to prove herself so badly, and she has to learn how to do that, just as I have. I wanted her to be a feminist, and someone you had to listen to because she doesn’t sit aside and let you speak over her, or share your ideas without hearing hers. She makes mistakes, but she’s learning and she is spectacular.



What is Cutlass about? 

CUTLASS is about a pirate who wants revenge after his father is murdered by his brother, but he gets pushed into searching the Orient for a thing called the bloodstone and things just get crazy.

What is Flintlock about?


Flintlock is what I like to refer to as the past coming back to haunt everyone. No one is untouched at the end of this novel. We get more involved with everyone on a deeper and more emotional level.


How did you come up with character names?


My characters tell me their names. It can take a long time. Barren is the best example. He was a lot of names before he agreed that Barren was his name. I came by the name Barren from history class. I’d learned about the Red Baron, a German fighter pilot in WWI. I liked the name, changed the spelling, and there you have it. Reed was always going to be his last name. Larkin’s name I happened upon while searching for possible names. I wanted something that was pretty, but also strong. The website I found her name on said it was masculine, but I couldn’t let it go, and neither could she. Lee was always going to be her last name. Leaf got his name from Leif Erikson, the Norse explorer who is considered to have come to America before Christopher Columbus. His last name, Tinavin, was just words I randomly strung together on a piece of paper.



Do you keep a notebook by you at all times just in case an idea comes to mind?

I have several journals I keep with me. I used to write stuff on loose pieces of paper. This is a bad idea. Don’t do it.

What is your new series, Nacoma Knight, about?


Nacoma Knight is a series about souls. There are no angels or demons in this book because there just aren’t. Basically, there’s the good guys (Shadow Knights) and there’s the bad guys (Cercatore). The Shadow Knights fight to protect humans from having their souls taken. A girl named Anora Silby gets pulled into the middle after losing her mother. So, it’s a story of grief and a story of empowerment.



How would you describe your writing style?


It is haphazard. It’s a combination of outlining and just writing random dialogue. I feel I am best at dialogue, so once I have a set of words I want someone to say, I add scenes to it. Sometimes, however, I know exactly how I want a scene to go—I can see it like a movie in my head—and I write that. There are several large scenes in Flintlock I knew had to be in the book that I wrote months and month (some are years) ago.



What made you want to become a writer?


I think I’d always been inclined to write. When I was younger, I would pull out sheets of paper and practice my handwriting. I did this because I knew I wanted to write, but I just wasn’t sure where to start. After I read the Lord of the Rings, I knew I wanted to write fantasy. I loved the idea of creating a new world, and I loved that I had control over anything that happened there. I know that reading and writing changed my life, and I know that I want to change lives with my books. 

Describe Barren in three words:

Loyal. Headstrong. Passionate.

Describe Larkin in three words:

Kickass. Headstrong. Brave. 

Who are your favorite authors?

J.R.R. Tolkien, Oscar Wilde, and Jane Austen.



Barren gazed at the crowd, sifting through the faces. While he wasn’t sure who he was looking for, he could only imagine what sort of wife William would need. A woman who was slight and meek, someone who didn’t like to stand out in the crowd, or speak up—obviously—or she would not have agreed to marry William. Then again, perhaps Barren was not giving this mystery woman enough credit. Perhaps she saw William as a way out of a situation. Either way, he felt sorry for her. 

Barren heard Leaf chuckle and he looked at the Elf. “I think you have no idea who you are dealing with.”

Leaf pointed toward a circle of people. Barren’s eyes shifted there, and his breath caught. What he had expected was a fragile girl—someone slight, doll-like, and silent. This girl was not so. The first thing he took in was her strength. It radiated from her like warmth from a hearth. She stood straight with her shoulders back, an observing eye upon everyone. Then he drank in the features composing her beauty. Almond-shaped eyes gleamed with emerald irises that shone like sun on the green sea. Her smile, while charming and beautiful, had something mischievous about it. She had high cheekbones, blushed with pink and long, dark curls decorated with white flowers falling down her back and over her shoulders. Her dress, crimson in color, was unlike the others, hugging her hourglass figure like it was made on her. Barren could not have thought up a more beautiful girl, and no one around her compared. 

A smug smirk crossed Leaf’s thin lips. 

“What am I supposed to do with her?” asked Barren. His thoughts were all muddled. He had forgotten why he was here, or how he had intended to attract this girl’s attention. Could he even do that? 

Leaf laughed. “Oh, you silly boy, we won’t make it out of this one alive, will we?”

Barren glared at the Elf. “Don’t tell me you expected her! How could she ever agree to marry my brother?”

Leaf shrugged, still smirking. “Ask her.”




Ashley was born and raised in Oklahoma, where the wind really does sweep down the plains, and horses and carriages aren't used as much as she'd like. When she's not writing, she's hard at work on her Master's degree in Library Science and Information Technology, working out, or pretending she's Sherlock Holmes. Her obsession with writing began after reading the Lord of the Rings in the eighth grade. Since then, she's loved everything Fantasy--resulting in an unhealthy obsession with the 'geek' tab on Pinterest, where all things awesome go.