My Writing Projects for 2012/2013

Ok I am sitting down getting my bearings on my upcoming writing projects….let’s just my muse has been exceedingly busy with plot bunnies *grumbles*.

First off, I am in edits for the Hot Summer Fun anthology that is releasing June 20th (cue screaming fans).

Then I have edits from a beta reader to go over for my Space Pirates story that I have earmarked for a publisher. Five chapters done and only half the story is told. *headdesk*. My boys are being quite persnickity.

Then I need to get my Valentine anthology story ready for November deadline. I am thinking chocolate, bondage and more. *winks* Ideas are coming…keep watching the blog for more news.

Then I plan to work on these projects in the next several months:

Three Bears Security-Meet the Bear Brothers who run Three Bears Security. All your security needs from opening night at the latest clubs to online security, Ethan, Dorian and Aiden Bear are there to make your world a safer place. (Shape-shifter bears/Paranormal)~Ideas are meshed out and just need to get down to writing the three stories.

Devon Falls Wedding-It’s time for Jenna and Marc’s wedding. Will family and friends stress them out to the point of running off to elope in Vegas or will they be able to the day they want regardless of family pressures? ~Hoping to get this to Secret Cravings by early 2013.

Club Fantasy series-My introduction to a world where paranormal creatures find a private club to let their hidden desires come out and consume them. ~Book 1 is quarter of the way done…researching BDSM and everything so I am taking this slowly. Hoping to get it ready for submission in 2013.

The Hidden Heart-Cowboy M/M Christmas story. Can retired rodeo star Chance Darren find a way to let Maxwell Creed know that this time, Chance is determined to have his Christmas wish and that it’s Max? ~ Writing this now and hoping to submit it in time for a publisher’s holiday sub call in August.

This is only a fraction of what my muse has me writing down. I got another series in the pipeline, a few more short novellas and stories plus I have this itching to do a straight contemporary. No rest for the wicked. 🙂




Wicked Wednesday with Donya Lynne

Series: All the King’s Men

Book: Rise of the Fallen – Book 1 


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In the streets ofChicagoexists an uneasy, centuries-old truce between vampires and their distant cousins, a race of shifters called drecks.  Vampire enforcement agency, All the King’s Men (AKM), is charged with maintaining the truce, but when volatile enforcer Micah Black loses his mate and falls into the biological agony that results from the broken bond, he tests the boundaries of the truce by seeking out Apostle, a leader in the dreck community.  Micah wants Apostle to kill him, a request Apostle is more than happy to fulfill.

When ex-Army medic Samantha Garrett inadvertently disrupts the plot and saves Micah’s life, a chain reaction sets Micah’s heart on a collision course with Sam’s, but he will have to protect her from Apostle and her obsessive ex-husband, Steve, if they will have a chance at forever.  Can Micah hold his emotions together to keep Sam alive?



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With a smirk, Micah took the knife and flipped it around, the blade shimmering as it danced in the light. He tossed and sliced it through the air then grabbed it backhand and lunged for her, pushing the blade toward her throat and stopping a couple of feet away. She barely flinched, knowing in her heart that he would never hurt her. Their eyes met and he seemed almost as breathless as she felt, and not from exertion.

Biting her lip, she clutched the Big Brother with the same grip he was using on theBowie.

“Like this?” She batted his arm away and surged toward him.

He fell to his back as she cut the knife through the air and stopped within inches of his throat. She loomed over him, feeling her pulse quicken as his eyes smoldered up at her.

“Where were you a few days ago?” he said, his voice deep and seductive.

“Apparently waiting to rescue you.” She barely pressed the edge of the blade to his skin, biting her lip, liking the thrill she got from the look in his eye. It was a mix of fear and lust, the way she imagined a cuffed masochist looked as he prepared for his master to flog him.

“Any regrets?” he asked.

She shook her head, heat pooling like warm honey low in her belly and between her legs. “No.”

Sam felt him relinquish himself as theBowiethudded to the floor. His free arm swooped around her and pulled her on top of him. She had to swing her leg out from under the covers, but with the knife still held to his throat, she straddled his hips and skimmed her other hand over his smooth, bare chest, as surprised at her reaction to him as he was.

“Tell me you’re not using some mind trick on me to make me feel this way,” she said.

His hands crept up her bare thighs and inside the legs of her shorts. “I’m not compelling you, if that’s what you mean.”

Raking her blunt nails across his pec, she smiled as he hissed and pushed his chest toward her hand. He looked good, still thin but more puffed up, like someone had hooked him up to a hose and blown air into what had looked like a deflated body the other night.

“You look better, by the way. The other night you looked like you needed a couple or a dozen sandwiches.”

“Oh?” His hands pushed further inside her shorts and she shifted her weight so he could explore further if he wanted to, but he only went so far before pulling his hands back out to continue exploring her elsewhere.

Sam hadn’t reacted to a man like this in a long time. Actually, she had never reacted to a man like this. Was it just the danger Micah represented, or how safe she felt with him despite all the peripheral shit she still wasn’t sure she had wrapped her head around? Or was it the knife at his throat, or just the fact that she had been through a lot in the last twelve hours and simply needed an outlet for all that unspent adrenaline? Maybe it was a combination of everything. Who knew? What she did know was that her body craved his in a way that felt almost criminal.

Shifting her hold on the knife, she dragged the tip of the blade lightly over his skin, to the hollow of his throat, down his sternum, and over to one dark, gathered, quarter-sized nipple.

Normally so straight-laced and proper, Sam wanted nothing of either right now. Some would say that after so long without, her body now felt the need to make up for lost time, spilling over with arousal. A dark, mysterious man, possibly – probably – a vampire, lay under her, bent to her will as she flicked the tip of the knife across the puckered hardness of his nipple.

“Aren’t you scared?” She bent forward so that her face was directly over his and her hips rose from him. His hands skated up the sides of her legs and into her shirt to blister her skin with desire.

“I’m scared you’ll stop.” His hips thrust upward to keep the connection between their lower bodies, and his hardness pressed against her.



All about Donya Lynne: 

As a little girl, Donya always had a book in her hand. As she got older, the books became pens and notebooks, which she filled with stories and poetry. For as long as she remembers, she has been writing and dreaming up stories. Seems writing was her destiny, even throughout twenty years of corporateAmerica. After being downsized for the fourth time in July 2010, and unable to find a new job in the down economy, Donya turned to what she had been studying to become for over ten years (all her life, really): An author.

Donya loves music and often finds inspiration for her stories in the wide range of music she listens to. But occasionally it’s a movie, a book, or just a drive around town that inspires her work. She constantly reads new material, new authors, and different styles of writing as a means to continually improve her own, and believes the writing process is one an author should always strive to perfect, even though perfecting it is an impossible feat. It’s the thrill of the chase and the challenge that keeps her from getting stagnant in her own work.

She has several projects planned and in progress, including eight more novels and two novellas in the All the King’s Men series, as well as several stand-alone novels, another series, and several short stories and novellas. She would love to share her journey with you in this exciting new venture.




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Behind the Story-A Summer Night Fling

So I decided to give you a little behind the scenes information on this story. 🙂

Hot Summer Fun is our first self-published anthology from It’s Raining Men blog and it includes over 10 authors int he M/M Genre. Let me say that this anthology is my first foray into M/M and I am so humbled plus proud to be included with the likes of Jaxx Steele, Raawiya, Sara York, Lisa Worrall, Sue Brown, Ike Rose and more.

My story was based on my first FFF (Friday Flash Fiction) that was inspired in part by Joe Manganiello from True Blood.

He was the basis of Alex, my shape-shifter cat in my story and with readers wanting to know more after that FFF, so with the boys chattering in my ear, in one day I wrote A Summer Night Fling. I plan to continue their story in the Valentine 2013 Anthology from IRM and then maybe a full length story….

But Cal and Alex have stolen my heart. I hope you enjoy their story as much as I did writing it.

Welcome J. Lilley today

Hi and welcome to my blog, J. Lilley Please make yourself at home and grab a drink.  So tell us a little about yourself. 

Hi, do you know that’s the worst thing I can get asked? I go ohhh help, and forget who I am or what I am.  And I’m scared people will go ‘boring’ and be put off by my bio, go and make a cup of tea, or prune the roses or something.

Okay then. Are you sitting comfortably?

I’m a well over twenty one year old female, and I live in Central Scotland, with my  husband. Our children have flown the nest, so it’s me, him, and two very spoiled cats. They rule the roost, and pay lips service to our thoughts that we do.

Where we live, is a beautiful part of the country called The Trossachs. Lochs and glens, mountains and mist. Hey that sounds poetic, but better than saying ors of rain.

I write YA books and so far they are set around here. I have my inspiration on my doorstep.

So tell us a little about your latest book. What inspired this masterpiece?

I love that you call it a masterpiece. Let’s hope so. Well *deep breath*

A friend of mine couldn’t find a book for her daughter’s 14th birthday. So I. in a moment of temporary aberration, offered to write one. All I was told was it needed to be about shifters.

 So I wrote a short 12k and Rach, the birthday girl loved it. I happened to mention it to a publisher ( as you do lol) who asked to see it. He was thinking of setting up a YA publishing house. LIked it and then told  me it needed to be at least twice as long, and he wanted a series. From this Shalea was born.

 So book one Discovered. tells how Rach moves to Scotland and finds out things about herself and her family that she had no idea about.


If you had any super powers, what would they be and why? An eye on the end of my finger so I could see round corners and behind me. and to be able to tidy up..AND find everything I’ve er ‘tidied’ away, with a flick of a wrist!

What genre haven’t you tried yet but want to in the future? It seems I’m having a go at urban fantasy. And I’d love to do a good mystery.

What is one thing readers might be surprised to know about you? I live just up the road (lane) from the Fairy Tree 

If we asked your muse to describe you in three words, what do you think they might say? Prolific, visual and adventurous. 

What authors can be found in your library of books? HELP, you need to see my study! W E B Griffin, Miss Read, Bill Knox,  Robyn Donald, Erica James, Katie FForde, Peter Robinson, PAul Theroux. And there’s even more on my Ereader. Doris O’Connor, Cherie Nicholls, Stuart McBride.. .The list is endless.


Have any guilty pleasures you want to share with us? Apart from Wine and Chocolate? Traveling.


Is there anything you’re currently working on that you can give us a taste of? I’m just writing the last book in this series…

Resolved.  Hopefully it ties in the ends, but, well, is everything Resolved?


What is your favorite way to relax after a hard day working and writing?

ER wine and chocolate, preferably somewhere warm and with DH.

What is one historical figure you would love to chat with and why? Beau Brummel to ask him why he went the way he did.

Would you care to mention any upcoming or WIP projects that readers can look forward from you in the future?

 Well as I mentioned, I’m writing a YA urban fatally with Suzanne Fuller. and then, there’s an idea for a series of YA book set  on an Island in Loch Lomond

Out of all your books, do you have a favorite one? If not, then which one is closest to your heart? It’s got to be Discovered, that’s closest to my heart. It was and is my first YA. But the one I think is probably, my favorite by a smidgeon, is book 3 Accepted. It gave me goosebumps as I wrote it.


Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add?

Hey, thank you,  for inviting me over. I enjoyed the drink and the chat.

It’s been fun. These books may say YA but according to Rach’s mum, she’s going to read them as well. So hopefully they will appeal to all ages.

 Here’s the blurb..



DiscoveredWhen Rach moved to Scotland she knew there would be changes. She hadn’t expected them to be quite so dramatic. Not only was there a new house, new school and new friends, there was also a secret to discover.

Brios Parde was a Patriarch in waiting. When the powerful leopard shifter senses a new Shalean he is amazed to discover it’s the new girl. All his senses tell him Rach will be important to him.

However the Rogues try to destroy the budding relationship. Will Rach decide to side with Brios or help stage an uprising?


In the end it was easier than he thought to get Rach to meet him. As he entered the school foyer she was standing to one side.

Waiting for me? He liked to think so.

He could tell without any Shalean sensing whatsoever that she was not happy. Struan was standing much too close to her and trying to have a conversation. He watched as one finger jabbed Struan sharply in the chest.

“Look, I’m not interested.” Jab. “Get it?” Jab. “I do not want to go dancing, to the pictures or even hold a conversation with you.” Jab, jab, jab. “You’re talking of things about which you know nothing, and as well as that you’re a rude, jumped-up little shit. Now sod off, or I’ll make you. Ever had a schoolbag in the balls? Because, now’s your chance.” There were a couple more jabs for emphasis.

Brios reminded himself never to upset her. She sounded dangerous, and it seemed her temper matched her hair. So did the color of Struan’s face. He scowled when he saw Brios walking up.

“Might have known you’d get your nose in somewhere,” Stru- an remarked nastily. “Always got to be showing off somehow.” He flicked his finger over Rach’s cheek, and before Brios could retaliate, Rach did it for him. The schoolbag swung through the air and Struan went down like the proverbial log hugging himself.

“Next time you touch me I’ll send your balls where the sun doesn’t shine,” Rach said softly so no teacher could hear, before dropping her schoolbag and just missing the curled up Struan again. “That was a warning; no strength behind it. Watch out if I do use some effort.”

Then she spoke loudly for the benefit of a couple of passing teachers, and ignoring the giggles of some of the pupils in the area. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. Oh clumsy me. Are you all right? I didn’t drop it on anything that matters did I?”

Her answer was a gurgle. The first-aid assistant hurried up and shooed Rach and Brios away.

“Horrible little toad. Next time …” “There won’t be a next time Rach, I promise you. Look,” Brios said urgently, “we need to talk. Can you meet me at the end of first period? If you can get to the side gate I’ll pick you up. Please Rach, it’s really important; just this once. Leira will cover for you.” Slowly she nodded and he heaved a sigh of relief.

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