Jul 29, 2013

In the Spotlight - Laurie Roma

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Laurie Roma lives in Chicago and is the author of the IAD and Arcadian series. She has always loved immersing herself in a good book and now enjoys the pleasure of creating her own. She can usually be found tapping away on her keyboard, creating worlds for her characters while she listens to music. Of course her playlist depends on her mood…but then again, so does her writing.

An avid reader of the romance genre, nothing bothers her more than annoying characters. Seriously, who wants a happy ending for someone that pisses you off? She loves tough alpha-male heroes and strong heroines that have brains as well as beauty. Her novels are filled with both passionate romance and down and dirty lust-driven interludes, as she believes both are essential to a good love story. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at laurieromabooks@gmail.com.

Deadly Target

IAD Agency 3

IAD agent Mikayla “Lynx” Lincoln is in desperate need of a vacation after taking a bullet during her last mission. On orders to relax and recover, she's sent to a cabin in the secluded woods of Colorado for some peace and quiet. But her plans for a restful recovery are shot to hell the moment she crosses paths with former movie star, Gage Stark.

Gage Stark is a man with a troubled past. After a brutal betrayal ended his promising acting career, he returned home to heal and start a new life. The moment Gage meets Mikayla their chemistry is too strong to deny. Passion explodes every time they're together and their volatile relationship is anything but quiet.

When a shocking discovery is made and secrets are revealed, trust is put to the test. Will Gage be strong enough to stand beside Mikayla and fight, or will his need to protect her shatter the fragile bond between them?

 Adult Excerpt

 “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Mikayla whispered as her hands slid down his chest, over his taunt abs until they reached the front of his jeans.

His breath hissed out as she began working the top button of his jeans opened while her other hand stroked over the rigid length of his cock through the thin material. “Jesus, Mikayla. This room doesn’t have a lock. We can’t do this here.”

Mikayla laughed at the incredulous look on his face as she drew the zipper of his jeans down, allowing the thick, hard length of his to spring free. She took his cock in her hand, pleased that her fingertips didn’t touch around his thick shaft. She nipped at his chin with her teeth as she began stroking his cock, rubbing the pearl of pre-cum weeping at the tip with her thumb.

“Don’t tell me the great Gage Stark is worried about someone seeing us.”

His eyes widened in surprise even as the lust flared brighter in his emerald green eyes. “You aren’t?”

Mikayla shrugged. “You started this. Now I’m aching and want you to finish it. Finish me, come on, Gage. I dare you.”

Fucking hell, she was trying to kill him.

Gage’s breath left in a rush. Christ, he felt like someone had sucker punched him. His body burned with a possessive fire as his mind snapped off, and he began pulling at her pants with shaking hands. Thank god for elastic, he thought gleefully as he shoved the black pants down her legs easily, remembering at the last moment to be careful of the bandage on her thigh.

Fuck him, he wanted to devour her, to eat her up with big greedy bites. And he would, but not here. Not know when anyone could walk in and see them. He’d be damned if he let anyone see his woman naked.

And she was his.

God help her, he was hers, too. She literally had him by the cock, and he felt like he would die if he didn’t pound himself inside her until neither of them could move. His cock was throbbing painfully, wanting to be inside the tight depths of her pussy again.

Gage gritted his teeth as he felt his cock harden in her tiny hand as all the blood in his head rushed down to his groin. His erection was heavy, thick and pulsing, and ready to fuck her until she begged him to stop.

He stepped back, groaning as she refused to release his cock. Instead, she tightened her grip on him as he quickly removed her pants from one of her legs so he could spread her wide. He looked down at her pussy on display for him, wanting to pound himself inside that little hole. Hell, the entire bar could walk in at that moment and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking her.

He grabbed her hips and slid her forward so she was sitting at the edge of the table. She wound her long legs around him again, pulling him closer. His hand slid down stroking his fingers down her slit, spreading her juices. She used her legs to pull him tighter against her.

“Wait, baby. I gotta get you ready for me.” Gage breathed out on a laugh. “Don’t you want any foreplay?”

 “Fuck the foreplay. I want to feel you inside me again, Gage. I need it.”

Gage growled as he jerked her head back to once again feast on her mouth as she guided his cock into her hot, wet pussy. Breathing heavily, Mikayla moaned into his mouth as he slid forward, burying himself into her until the mushroomed head of his cock was tight against the entrance to her womb,

“God, you feel so good, baby. So tight and so fucking perfect. Your pussy hugs my cock like it was made to be inside you.” Gage’s voice was thick with lust. His bright-green eyes gleamed with a hunger he could barely control.

“Gage, I need you to…” Mikayla moaned.

“What, baby?” Gage growled. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

Mikayla's eyes opened and narrowed on his face as she saw the tight clench of his jaw. He was making her crazy, and still he held on to the thin edge of his control. No, that wouldn’t do. If she had no control, then neither would he. She gripped his hair tight in her hand and bit down on his lower lip. “I need you to fuck me. Fuck me hard, Gage. Shove your big dick inside me and make me come.”


With no warning, Gage did exactly what she asked and began pumping hard into her, shoving his cock into her hot little hole, tearing a strangled scream from her throat that he muffled with his own mouth. He hummed low in his throat as he moved down, his teeth savaging her neck, nipping and lapped at the soft flesh there.

“Oh god,” Mikayla groaned, letting him know exactly what he was doing to her. “Gage, gimme more. Give it to me.”

The Inside Scoop

Q. Do you work best on a deadline, or do you need freedom from time constraints?

A. I would say I need freedom from time constraints to write my stories. I don't like rushing to hit a certain word count. If I did, I think my writing would suffer. My storylines tend to be complex and so are my characters, which takes a great deal of time and patience to create. With that said, I do set my own tentative deadlines to make sure I'm not slacking or procrastinating.

Q. Is there a word or phrase you catch yourself overusing?

A. Cock. Yep, there are only so many ways you can say it. And when you write long, detailed sex scenes the word tends to gets thrown around a lot. But it is effective when you whip it out and use it. *wink wink*

Q. How do you know you’ve written a good book?

A. When I type the words THE END. Seriously, I won't end a book if I'm not fully satisfied with it. Sure, I need to go back and make edits, but I also do that along the way. If I'm not ready to type those two little words then it isn't good enough to deserve being finished.

Q. How do you keep your characters and stories organized?

A. Okay, I'm going to admit this. I have a spreadsheet. Yes, a spreadsheet. Since the worlds that I create have numerous secondary characters, I have to keep track of them somehow. I also need to make sure everyone has their own distinct personality traits and physical appearance. Feel free to laugh now.

Q. Are you a Swooper (write first, edit later,) a Basher (edit each sentence as you go,) or both?

A. I'm a combination Swooper and Basher. What does that mean? I will write out a scene then go back and edit the hell out of it before moving on.

Q. What is the one thing you must have to be able to write?

A. Diet coke. I am addicted.

10. What are you currently working on? How is it different from other books you’ve written?

I'm currently working on book 2 of my Arcadians series. This one is different than the first book of the series because the heroine, who is transported to a strange new world, has a natural ability to block out the blood bond her new mates have formed with her. Is this a problem? It certainly is for her mates. LOL

Q. What types of scenes are your favorite to write?

A. My favorite scenes to write are the ensemble scenes, when multiple characters are interacting with each other. Then again, they're also the scenes that are the biggest pain in the ass to write. What does that say about me? lol

Q. Do you prefer to write 1st or 3rd Person POV? Why?

A. I tend to write in third person omniscient so I'm not limited to a single character's perspective. It gives me the freedom to tell the story more completely and allows my readers a better understanding of all my characters through their thoughts and feelings. This is different than 3rd person limited, which is the current trend for most erotic romance authors, but my opinion is 3rd person omni is the way to go.

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Jul 28, 2013

Superstar Sunday with Shae Shannon!

Shae Shannon was born in California where she lived until the age of 13.  Her family decided to uproot and move to a small town in Oklahoma.  It was fate, Karma, or coincidence that had put both Shae and her future husband on the paths of destiny and love.  She spotted him in the back of a pickup truck while cruising town, his hot sexiness capturing her attention and her heart.  One introduction later and she knew that he was her soul mate.  Dustin was also from California, and had grown up only 30 miles from her. 
After marriage, Dustin joined the Army.  They spent 9 years in northern New York and 4 years in Georgia.  He served 3 tours overseas, and numerous stateside training exercises. It was during the long, stressful, lonesome deployments that Shae found she could escape into imagination and majestically teleport into juicy books. Her most prized gift came in the form of a kindle, sent from her husband in Iraq.  She quickly filled her digital library, and adds to it every week.
They are blessed with three kids ages 16, 10, and 5. Two dogs, a hamster, and a fish make for a chaotic crazy daily routine that Shae handles like a pro, and with a lot of humor.
Needing to branch out more, Shae picked up her laptop and began to write, allowing her boisterous imagination to fly.  After what seemed like an eternity, she finally created her first novel that soon became published by Siren Publishing.  She was finally on the path of her dreams of becoming an author.
Shae currently lives Oklahoma, where the tea is sweet, the grass is green, and people still say ma’am and thank you.  Every summer, they load up the family and head for the lake for swimming and fishing.  There is not a water park or swimming pool in the world that could ever compare to a rope swing and a floaty.  The only thing that will change is that Shae will be scribbling and writing as she floats on the water and works on her tan.

An alpha wolf, and an alpha panther—both of which are hot, sexy, brick walls of ooh-la-la wrapped up in "yes please, give me more"—decide to pursue Giselle Shalay, things explode in a supernova of desire and need. She is torn between what her body craves and what her mind protests. She is a free-spirited, independent witch who could never succumb to the role of an obedient, mindless, submissive wife. Aiden Grey refuses to share Giselle, whether Brandon Knight is meant to mate her or not. Brandon tries to show him reason, but any discussions end up in blows. When push comes to shove, he turns to his pack and declares war against the panthers in a fight to win her hand.

Giselle could feel her body about to combust. Never in her life had she experienced an orgasm from oral sex. That being said, she had never had anyone eat her pussy like this before either. Brandon seemed to be enjoying the torment he was applying to her genitals. She sure as hell was. She looked down and found his eyes, glowing with arousal. Something about seeing him like this, his head between her legs and his eyes lit up, set her off. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of the cliff of complete delectation. She fought to arch upward to reach her euphoria, but his hands rendered her motionless. His mouth came off of her dripping sex. He released a deep roar. “Do not orgasm until I give you permission, minha rainha. Do you understand?” He was in pure dom alpha mode. Her body quaked with excitement as his whole demeanor changed in an instant. The reactions her body displayed puzzled her. “I want to look into your eyes when you come. Do you understand?”
Her voice quivered, but she managed to answer with a simple “Y–yes.” He gave her a quick nod in response and lowered back down to eat her cunt. She held on for dear life as detonation built higher and higher in her core. He released his mouth from her sex to study her face. She was close. Time to play.
“Giselle, when I tell you, I want you to let go for me. Don’t hold back. I want you to see who is satisfying you. When you are done, I am going to lick and drink every drop of your juices, love.” She only moaned louder in response. She was desperate to reach climax. Her breathing came in rasps when she wasn’t holding it. Sweat had beaded on her brow, and her eyes were wide in need. He drove his fingers in her cavern, scissoring them in and out. With a single adjustment, he was hitting her G-spot and being rewarded with pleading and begging. She was ready. With a final flick of her clit, her body began to tense. “Come for me, my queen. Give me your sweet juice. Come now!” With that simple command, her body rotated off its axis. She shook and thrashed off of the bed, quaking tigerishly.
Brandon couldn’t bridle his craving any longer. He gently slipped out of her convulsing channel and drew his fingers to his lips. He lazily licked and sucked them off, reveling in her honey. His panther meowed in delight at the animalistic manifestation. His eyes narrowed and molded into glowing, fierce slits. He departed the caging restraints of her legs and moved up her body. “I am sorry, love, but I can’t hold back any longer. I have to be inside of you now. My panther needs its true mate. I can’t wait until the day I am able to drive you to unimaginable heights and bond with you, my bruxa. It will be an unfathomable experience. After the mating ceremony, you will never again dwell in the gutters of ordinary. Every time I sink into you, it will be extraordinary.”
Giselle was reduced to a puddle of molten desire. She was desperate, her carnal need taking over. “Please Brandon! I can’t…I need…” She couldn’t express in words what she wanted. In a frenzied state, she allowed her magic to come forth. The air around them started to shift, twirling into a raging whirlwind that whipped around their naked flesh. As she threw her head back, the roaring vortex smacked into Brandon, shoving him down onto her to drive his hard shaft to the place where she needed it most.
Immediately the indoor tornado ceased. After the initial shock wore off, Brandon released a deep, rumbling laugh. “Well, my little minha, with skills like that, no words are necessary. I will gladly give you what you want. Your pussy is lubing up my cock good. When I enter you, I’m not gonna hold back. I am going to sink into you down to my balls, love, and stretch that tight cunt. Are you ready for me?”
Giselle was busy kissing his neck and chest, allowing her hands to frantically rub and caress every inch of his chiseled upper body. Her only manageable reply was a simple throaty moan. Brandon took that as his green light and grabbed her hands. He palmed them in one hand and raised them above her head, locking them to the pillow. In one hard thrust, he rammed into her to the hilt. She cried out as her back bridged off of the bed and into his chest. He gave her time to adjust to his size before plunging in and out of her smoldering sex at a painstakingly slow pace. His intention was to make her go insane with need, and he was succeeding. She dug her fingernails into the beef of his taut ass, attempting to spur him on. He flashed her a wicked smile and shook his head in a slow, devious motion. “What do you need, Giselle? Are you not happy with slow and easy? I love feeling your control slipping. Maybe I will just stay like this, only moving enough to taunt you. Would you like that?”
The thin threads of her sanity snapped. “No! Brandon, please! Please fuck me hard. I need to feel you deep! Damn it, fuck me now!” Her words more than pleased him. He brushed his lips against hers and began drumming into her.
With her hands still immobilized above her head, all she was able to do was feel. This cat man was driving her mad with need. Like no other before him, he had broken down all of her protective layers and left her vulnerable. Her heart, body, and soul were exposed for him to see. Her mind had entered a euphoric subspace, as bounce after bounce of rippling pleasure cascaded through her body. She could feel her womb swelling with delightful tingles, promising that a combusting, exploding release was near. She began arching her body, tilting her pelvis to guide his long, thick dick against that magical spot. It only took three hard bumps against her “come now” button and she exploded.
Her pussy tightened around his dick like a vise, milking him and squeezing him in a thaumaturgic rhythm. He had to grit his teeth and fight to stay enveloped in her tunnel as she rode each crest out. She felt like heaven. Her body was a perfect glove fit to his. This little vixen was more than anything he had ever dreamed of. His heart began to swell at the intimate bonding taking place. He wasn’t able to dwell on the feelings engulfing him for too long as his balls swelled and drew up, ferociously threatening to detonate. His movements whirled to a frantic urgency. She continued to ride her euphoria, as her body racked orgasm after orgasm relentlessly. Her groans had become screams as the intensity mounted higher and higher. Brandon couldn’t take it any longer. He shook uncontrollably as he held back the avalanche that threatened to bowl him down. His teeth began to itch and elongate as his panther attempted to take over and claim her. He released a wild panther scream that could most likely be heard miles away.

Q: Do you have any unique talents or hobbies?
A:  I have a ton of hobbies, from sewing and crocheting to mudding (on a quad) and fishing.  My favorite past time lately has been tattooing.  I am not an artist by any means, but have become a pretty good “scratcher”.  I only ink my husband and myself…for now. J
Q: What can we expect from you in the future?
A: I plan on exploring a variety of genres.  Currently, I have the Decadent Delights series which is paranormal erotic romance, and the first book in my new Smalltown, USA series, Her Knights in Black Stetsons, (western erotic romance) releasing in August.  After being an Army wife for over 12 years, it is a given that a military series of some sort will happen eventually.  My muse gets bored easily, so there is no telling what she will pop up with next!
Q: What can readers who enjoy your book do to help make it successful?
A: Being a new author, it is difficult reaching the readers.  It would be so helpful if they could rate the books after they read them, and recommend it to others.  I also love hearing their feedback! 
Q: How long does it take you to write a book?
A: It depends on what all is going on in life.  I can usually produce a story between 50,000 and 70,000 words in a three to four week time period if things aren’t too hectic.
Q: What is your work schedule like when you're writing?
A: I am a mother of three and a wife.  So, my schedule revolves around my family.  When school is in session, I get the kids on the bus and clean house.  Usually an hour before they get home I grab my laptop and attempt to get all of my emails, promo, and blog events posted and caught up.  After everyone is off to bed, I prop up on the couch with my Tigger Pillow pet and laptop and dive in to my WIP and write in to the wee hours of the morning.  Now that it is Summer, I sneak a few paragraphs whenever I get a chance!
Q: What do you like to do when you're not writing?
A: Time is a precious thing in my house.  If there is a spare moment and I am not glued to my keyboard, I love heading to the lake/river to fish and swim.  Summertime in Oklahoma is the best!  When that isn’t an option, I am either reading, or spending time with my family.  I do tip toe upstairs and lock myself in the bathroom for a long hot soak in the tub whenever I get the chance! 
Q: What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?
A: The most surprising thing was how easy it was!  I was also a little flabbergasted at the amount of weird and unusual things I found in my imagination… J My mind holds its own little rabbit hole full of magic and wonder.
Q: How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
A: I have written three, and am working on the fourth.  My Favorite so far has been Her Knights in Black Stetsons.  A lot of the events that take place are from personal experience.  Of all of the heroines I have written so far, EmmaLee is the most like me. 
Q: What do you think makes a good story?
A: I love books that take you for a ride.   If a story can play my emotions and make me experience the character’s journey, the author did their job well.  To me, a good book is better than any movie.  You feel what they feel, see what they see, and hear their thoughts.  There is nothing better than being able to teleport into the pages and go for a ride in your own little mini vacation. 

Jul 22, 2013

In the Spotlight - Erin R Flynn

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The Turning
A Dr. Kelly Murphy Novel

Graduate medical school, start competitive internship, don’t get cut from the program, become a surgeon. It was a great plan. One Kelly Murphy loved and had dreamed of most of her life… And it was blown to hell in a night with an uninvited bite.

Now she’s missing three days of her life, trying to handle her freaked out best friend and parents who called the police when she went missing, all as she realizes she’s not the same person she was before. She’s different. Like has fangs different.

When he shows up on her doorstep claiming to know what happened to her, Kelly’s not sure that makes things any less confusing. But at least he can guide her, right? Either way, she has a plan and a choice she didn't make won’t stop her… Even if she might have the urge to bite her patients from now on.

“Kel, what the hell happened to you?” my mom asked. I could tell she was holding back tears.
“I don’t know. I remember going to the bar after my last exam. I saw Nicole, and she handed me a shot to take, I slugged it back, then I woke up here dying of thirst. Everything in between is a total blank. It’s not hazy details, or fuzzy—I’ve got nothing. Nicole called me and woke me up this morning and she filled me in that I’ve been missing and how long I’ve been gone. Can you guys call the police or whomever you have searching for me and tell them I’m found?”
“Are you going to the hospital? Did you check for bruises? Never mind, we’re coming over,” my dad rattled and then hung up the phone. I wanted to laugh; some things never changed, but it wasn’t a laughing time right now. I sat on my couch with my pop, wondering where I had been.
Checking my phone, I saw I had a lot of missed calls. Chugging the pop didn’t seem to help my thirst so I finished that and got a bottle of juice. That wasn’t working either. Thinking it was odd, I yawned and realized I was really tired. I laid down just to close my eyes for a minute, but promptly fell asleep.
The knocking at the door woke me with a start and hearing my parent’s panicked voices made me immediately go to open it. It seemed I was there instantly.
Wow, I must be still out of it because I don’t usually move that fast. As I opened the door, I could swear I heard something that sounded like two heartbeats. Staring strangely at my parents as they came in, I just dismissed it. They must have been very anxious from not knowing where I was and had rapid heartbeats.
“Kelly, oh my god, you really are okay!” My mom started gushing as she came in and just about tackled me with a massive hug.
“Mom, I’m fine. I swear,” I whispered, glad for something familiar when I was freaking out.
“Jen, let the girl breathe, you’re choking the air out of her.” I looked up at my dad to say thank you and realized I saw something I hadn’t seen for years. He was crying. “Are you sure you’re all right, Kel? I think we should take you to the hospital to get checked out and—ah— well, get a rape kit done.”
“Dad!” I said, completely shocked. My dad and I had never discussed anything like that before, not even a birds and the bees talk. “I’m sure nothing like that happened, Dad. Everything is, well, kind of as it should be. I mean there’s no way when I was drugged or whatever, taken, that I was raped. I have no bruises or cuts and not a button out of place.”
As I was talking I was drawn back to my mom. She smelled great, sweet even. I sat down next to her, and I know she was talking, but I wasn’t listening to a word she said. I just couldn’t get over how great she smelled. I just wanted to eat her up!
Until I bit my tongue. “Ouch, damn that hurt!”
“What, are you okay?” Mom said, looking panicked again.
“Yeah, Ma, I’m fine. I bit my tongue, hang on it’s bleeding.” The next instant it seemed I was in the bathroom.
“Wow, Kelly, you sure are moving fast these days,” my dad yelled from the living room, but there was a twitch of nervousness in his voice. Now why would that make him antsy?
“Got to keep up with the docs at the hospital,” I said, trying to laugh it off. The blood from my tongue tasted so good in my mouth it was starting to weird me out. I opened my mouth to see how much damage I had done. What I saw made me think I was hallucinating. “Holy shit!”
“What? What’s wrong?” my dad hollered from the living room. I heard him start to get up.
“Dad, don’t get up. I’m fine, just tripped.”
“How did you know I was getting up? You can’t see me from there.”
“I heard you,” I said dismissively. I wasn’t as concerned about my hearing as I was with the teeth I thought I saw in my mouth. I opened my mouth and looked in the mirror again. How the hell did I all of a sudden have, well, fangs? I touched them, just to make sure. Could it be a hallucination if you could touch them?
“I didn’t make a sound. How did you hear me?”
“I heard the floor board creek and it was where you were sitting.” Okay breathe, I told myself, just breathe slowly and deeply. As I relaxed, the fangs seemed to shrink back into normal teeth. Well shit! Did that just happen?
“Kelly, he didn’t make a sound. You’re starting to really worry me.” I could feel the concern from my mother, and it snapped me back. In the next instant I was standing right next to her. “Crap, Kelly, how did you get over here so fast? You scared the shit out of me. You seem so pale, but your skin is flawless. Did you start using a new moisturizer?” I gazed at her in utter dismay, and my look must have said everything because she got up and walked to the window. “You’ve got to open these blinds more often, it’s not like you are a vampire living in a coffin.” She laughed as she said it but it hit me like a ton of bricks and then she opened the blinds.
“Ahh, Mom, close them! The light is killing me,” I said a little louder than I meant to.
“Are you all right?” My dad said with a raised brow, but I was too busy focusing on what my mom had said—vampire.
“I’m fine. I just need to get some rest,” I replied, trying to hint that they should leave. I had a lot to think about, and the sound of their hearts beating was drawing me closer to them. I was just so thirsty I didn’t know how much more I could take. After what my mom said I was scared to think why I was so drawn to them.
Crap, I watch way too many horror films!

Behind the Scenes

Ø  Did you make any marketing mistakes or is there anything you would avoid in the future?
Frisbees and beach balls with my logo on them weren’t really such a hit. They sounded cool to me, but apparently not everyone wants them and they really don’t want their kids to have them with the website of an erotic romance author on there…

Ø  How do you relax?
I’m sorry, could you repeat the question? I don’t know that word. Maybe use it in another sentence so I get the context? Wait, let me get my dictionary.

Ø  What is your favorite genre to write?
Anything paranormal. If it’s contemporary, it’s too much like reality to hold my interest.

Ø  Do you ever suffer from writer's block? If so, what do you do about it?
No, not yet

Ø  When you begin a story do you start with character or plot?
Um, neither. I normally just start with a dream. Either it puts me at one scene that I work backwards from or it’s build of a previous book or lots a different things. I’d need more options.


Growing up on the northwest side of Chicago, Erin is a loyal Cubs fan, but she also admits to being a die-hard Green Bay Packers girl. From target practice to candle making, she enjoys an eclectic list of hobbies that feed her outgoing and creative personality.

Feeling unfulfilled with her life in corporate America, Erin decided to pursue her true passion, and her first novella was published in May 2010 under the pseudonym Joyee Flynn. To date, she has published over 70 books in the erotic romance genre, and her dedicated readers eagerly await each installment to her numerous bestselling series. Wanting to give her characters a bit more action, mystery, and adventure, Erin decided to branch out from romance and her Joyee pen name to create successful, strong, independent women with a paranormal twist.

Living near the Rocky Mountains, Erin spends her days curled up on the overstuffed chair with a Mountain Dew and her 8 year old Weimaraner, Marius, at her feet, telling the stories her characters whisper in her ear.  Her love of the written word hasn’t changed much over the years. The only difference is that she no longer has to hide in her closet to read after bedtime.

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