Rainbow Gold Reviews Easter Egg Scavenger Hunt!


Its another awesome day of the Rainbow Gold Reviews week long Easter Egg Scavenger Hunt! Keep searching and have fun!

Today’s scavenger hunt word is…


Previous words:

Day 2: National Fire Academy

Day 3: Broken Heart

Day 4: Hubble’s Law of Cosmic Expansion

Day 5: Chris Cox

Day 6: Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.

Day 7: Delta Force

Day 8: Strawberries and Cream

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By jessbuffett

Tuesday’s Fantasy with Ava Louise!


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Intergalactic Matchmaking Services

Amazon Bestselling Series!

Book 1 “Maggie’s Story (Intergalactic Matchmaking Services)”

Available from Amazon


AmazonWomen Wanted: Must have a sense of adventure and be open to new experiences. Must also be willing to relocate. Please contact…Intergalactic Matchmaking Services.

Maggie Cline decides to investigate her romantic possibilities after she becomes a target when she identifies the shooter in a local murder.

Can she find a soul mate away from everything she knows and has worked hard for here on Earth? What about her loyal companion? Will she have to give up her cat, Mamzell, for a chance at love?


This is from Chapter 11 of “Maggie’s Story.” She is meeting the aliens (Nordonians) for the first time.

Claire stepped back from the doorway, and in stepped two other people, dressed in black pants and wearing short cloaks. They had hoods over their heads, and their arms were tucked into their cloaks.

Indicating the person in the dark blue cloak, Claire said, “Maggie Cline, I would like to introduce you to Ambassador Pacer of the Rion clan. He is here to meet you and answer any questions you may have that I’ve not covered. The Ambassador speaks English, so that will make things much easier for you.”

Maggie’s eyes widened as she took in the stranger. He had pushed his hood back to reveal a face similar to a human’s but it was also different. He had no hair that she could see, and wore a black tattoo that wrapped around the sides and to the top of his head. The ambassador’s skin was a combination of light orange and pale green. It was hard to tell where each color left off; they blended seamlessly into each other in a slightly mottled effect. His eyes seemed to be a solid black and were a little larger than a human’s eyes. He held his hand out to shake hers. It was automatic to shake his hand. As she did, she noticed he had large hands. His handshake was surprisingly gentle. Well, I was right…there are no little green men; but there are definitely big green men, she thought to herself.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Cline. Claire has told me a lot about you. May I introduce the Starrays’ Security Chief, Daxon of the Flame clan?” He indicated the individual standing directly behind him. As he did, this person also removed his hood.

Maggie gasped as she took in this new person. She found him to be quite beautiful with his light blue and light green mottled skin. Again, the colors joined seamlessly, fading from one to the other.  He, too, wore a black tattoo wrapped around his head. The markings looked like stylized flames. His eyes were a dark blue, allowing Maggie to notice that his pupils were vertical, like a cat’s. The effect was quite startling. The Security Chief was almost a foot taller than Maggie at about six and a half feet in height. His nose was a bit broad and somewhat flat. She could see his nostrils flaring as he breathed. He didn’t say anything, just nodded his head in her direction. Maggie felt like she had been zapped with an electrical charge; she was speechless.

Mrawr,” came Mamzell’s voice from the bedroom doorway.

“Aha, this must be the pet Claire told us about, is it not?” asked the ambassador. He spoke so formally it reminded Maggie of older British movies she sometimes watched.

“Yes, this is my cat, Mamzell. She doesn’t normally come out around guests.”

At this time Mamzell sauntered out of the hallway and went directly to the security chief, wrapping herself around his ankles, rubbing along his pants legs. As he picked up his foot, Maggie called out, “Don’t kick her! She is only checking you out. She doesn’t normally go up to strangers, so I’m surprised.”

“I wasn’t going to kick her, I was just going to try to get her off of me. She is leaving her hair on my clothing,” said Daxon. His gravelly voice brought to mind Sean Connery; deep, rich, and a bit of a brogue.

“Well, cats shed a little. It won’t hurt you or your uniform. Come here, Mamzell, let’s put you back in the bedroom for now.”

Mrawr,” answered the cat. She really didn’t want to leave Daxon’s legs, though. Maggie had to resort to scooping her up, walking her into the bedroom and placing her in the middle of the bed. Maggie left her a couple of cat treats as a bribe.

“You stay in here; I’ll let you out once our company has left,” Maggie said, as she closed the bedroom door.

The two Nordonians looked at each other, each raising an eyebrow in query. “I didn’t realize cats were sentient beings, Claire. Ms. Cline talks to her pet as though it understands her. Do all humans talk to their pets like this? And do the pets understand them in return?” asked Ambassador Pacer.

Maggie had walked back into the room during this question and laughed out loud. “I talk to my cat all the time. And while we don’t understand each other like you and I would understand each other when we talk, I do know what she wants usually when we ‘talk’. Think of it more like a mother being able to understand the different cries of a child.”

“Ah, that makes sense then. I was afraid my research had been severely lacking. Ms. O’Donnell said you would not consider relocating without your pet, so we had to do some research on what exactly humans considered pets and how they dealt with them.”

Just like that Maggie was reminded she was talking to aliens. Real life aliens. How could she forget why these two exotic-looking males were in her home?

“You don’t need to worry about that, Ambassador, I have no intention of leaving Earth to live with aliens. I think this has been one big mistake. I’m not interested in being used as a breeding machine for the U.S. government or for aliens.”

This seemed to surprise both gentlemen for they each raised a hairless eyebrow ridge. It was a very human-like gesture. “Ms. Cline, I assure you, we are not looking for human females strictly for breeding purposes. While it would be great if the pairings between humans and Nordonians were to prove fruitful, we also value the emotional side of relationships.” The ambassador looked to Claire at this point.

“I told Maggie she was focusing too much on the reproductive side of the equation,” said Claire with a frown. “Perhaps if we all sat down we could continue this conversation more comfortably.”

“Fine,” Maggie replied shortly. She wasn’t really sure what else to say. She didn’t want to be rude and she was curious about what the aliens truly wanted from her. It was just hard to get past the fact they were wanting to mate with humans for the continuation of their race.

The security chief stayed in the entryway, his hands crossed behind his back, as the ambassador draped his own cloak over the end of the couch and sat.

“We Nordonians are used to forming relationships and family groups much like you humans do, Maggie. We have been missing that these last thirty years since the females of our race were exterminated in warfare. Tests have shown that humans are quite compatible with us not only for the continuation of our race, but for emotional balance, too. … It has only been about eighteen months that we have tried this program called the Intergalactic Matchmaking Services. There have only been six women so far that have agreed to leave Earth behind after meeting a suitable mate among our men.”

“What happens to the women who decide not to go with you,” asked Maggie. She wasn’t sure she was going to like the answer, but she had to ask the question.




Book 2 “Shirley’s Story (Intergalactic Matchmaking Services)” 

Available from Amazon


Women Wanted: Must have a sense of adventure and be open to new experiences. Must also be willing to relocate. Please Amazon (1)contact…..Intergalactic Matchmaking Services.

Just as Shirley decides to try opening herself up to a chance at love, a stalker from her past returns. How does she move forward when her past comes knocking? What’s going on with her young student, Hannah? Will her dog, Oreo, be okay with Shirley looking for love?




This is Chapter 1 of “Shirley’s Story.”

“Women Wanted: Must have a sense of adventure and be open to new experiences. Must also be willing to relocate. Please contact Claire O’Donnell at Intergalactic Matchmaking Services, (360) 555-4416, for more information.”

Monday, December 9

Home Sweet Home, thought Shirley. It was good to be home after a day of teaching first-graders. She pulled into the driveway of the only home she had ever known. Taking a deep breath of the cool air blowing in off the Skagit River, heavy with the scent of salt from the Puget Sound, she felt her insides start to unwind. The old clapboard house was inherited from her parents on their death several years ago. A member of the Hampton family had lived in this house on Dunbar Road since the early 1900’s. Shirley was the last of the Hamptons in this area.

Before heading inside, she walked down the long driveway to the mailbox at the curb. With the mail in hand Shirley headed to the house. She could hear Oreo barking excitedly from inside the house. It was nice to have someone to come home to, but she would have liked it even more if there was a partner to come home to. Someone to share news with about the kids she taught. Someone to snuggle on the couch with. Oreo, the black and white Whippet she received as a gift three years ago, did her best to fill the void in Shirley’s life. It was easy to trust a dog; not so easy to trust men. Not after what she had endured.

“Hey, girl, how’re you doing, hmm?” she asked the bouncing dog. She bent down to pet her behind her ears; Oreo loved having her ears scratched. Her whole head was black except for the thin strip of white down the center from her forehead to her nose. Little Hannah Ford had named the dog Oreo.

Shirley put away her coat and purse. Gathering the mail to take with her to the back of the house, she turned to the adorable black and white dog.

“Let’s get you in the back yard, Oreo,” she said to the dog as she walked to the sliding glass door leading into the large yard from the dining room.


Shirley picked up the mail she had dropped onto the kitchen table. Junk, junk, junk, a postcard, and a business envelope. …

…She picked up the last envelope. A sense of dread crawled up her spine; sweat broke out on her brow and her palms became clammy. The return address on the envelope was the Washington Department of Corrections. She could think of only one reason they would contact her. They must be planning to release him.

Dear Miss Hampton,

This letter is to notify you that Mr. Bruce Mayfield has served his sentence in full and is being released on parole December 9, 2013. He has been advised to stay away from you, but there is no longer a Restraining Order or Order of Protection in place. If you have any concerns, please contact your local law enforcement office.

Shirley was breathing hard by the time she got to the end of the letter. What do they mean if she has concerns? Of course she would be concerned! The maniac had tried to kill her and had almost succeeded. Her legs folded then, no longer able to hold her up. Oh, god, please don’t let him come back to Mount Vernon, she prayed silently.

Shirley’s hand went to her abdomen. She could feel the hard line of the scars on her stomach; scars left on her by Bruce five years ago. He didn’t take it well when she ended their short, yet tumultuous relationship. He had been her first serious relationship, her first in so many things. After the death of her parents she had been so alone, so vulnerable. And Bruce had come into her life just when she needed someone to lean on. She thought he was her Mr. Right. Little did she know at the time he would turn out to be more Mr. Hyde. After she broke things off with him, Bruce had stalked her at all hours, coming to the school where she worked, parking outside her house, intimidating her by seeming to be everywhere she went.

One night he broke into her house, drunk and screaming that she had no right to dump him, that she was his. He had been served that day with a Restraining Order and Order of Protection. It set off his hair-trigger temper. Shirley met him in the entryway, the phone in her hand. She had dialed 911, begging them to please hurry. The police arrived in time to catch Bruce, but not in time to keep him from hurting her. He had attacked Shirley with a large serrated hunting knife that he carried in his boot. He had stabbed her three times in the abdomen and once in the back.

She had spent over a week in the hospital. The effect of that attack would be with her the rest of her life, though. Just the thought of the damage he had done to her angered her. The anger helped to burn away the fear. She was scarred, but the worst part of all was that her whole future would be affected by him. She would never be able to put the incident behind her completely. When he had stabbed her in the lower abdomen, he had hit one of her ovaries and the doctors had to remove it. She wanted kids someday, but her chances were now cut in half thanks to Bruce. Of course, it wasn’t like she was in the running for motherhood as it was. Trusting men did not come easy these days; it had been a long time since she had gone out on a date.

Oreo’s bark brought Shirley back to the present. Opening the sliding door, she let her energetic companion inside, then made sure she locked the door. She walked around the house making sure all the doors and windows were locked. Counting on Bruce to do the smart thing, and stay away from her, wasn’t something she would do. The smartest thing about Bruce were his wisdom teeth. The guy had drank too deeply from the well of ignorance.


By jessbuffett

Rainbow Gold Reviews Easter Egg Scavenger Hunt!


Its another awesome day of the Rainbow Gold Reviews week long Easter Egg Scavenger Hunt! Keep searching and have fun!

Today’s scavenger hunt theme is…Firefighters. Soooooo sexy!

Do you know what the word your looking for is? National Fire Academy

Ready, set, go!


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By jessbuffett

Silver Publishing and my books with them

As you have all probably heard by now, Silver Publishing is no more. It saddens me that this has happened, and that so many people have been hurt by the actions of one man. I was fortunate enough to only have two titles with them, but even still, to have been paid less than 1/8 of what I was owed for one book and nothing for another was heartbreaking.

I appreciate all the help the staff have put in to make this transition as easy as possible, especially to Brenna Lyons who many of you may not know has worked tirelessly to protect us and straighten out the mess the owner left for everyone. She wasn’t the only one, but she certainly went above and beyond. So thank you Brenna!

We all have our rights back now, so here is hoping to a better, brighter future!


Cowboy’s Chocolate Roses

As of now, I have a re-release date of May 20th for Cowboy’s Chocolate Roses with JK Publishing. CCR will be undergoing some extra work, and while the actual story for the most part won’t change, I can tell you that as of today there have been 7k words added with more to come. :)

Always Been You

Always Been You is the other title I have with them, and I have no date as of yet for this work. I have given it a lot of thought and have decided to go back over the script and change certain things. In the end, this will still be the same story, but with minor corrections and adding to detail.

As these two books were the very first I ever finished and submitted, I believe I have learnt a fair bit more over the past year (you never stop learning) and the books will be much better for it.


By jessbuffett

Spring Fling ManLove Blog Hop!

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Spring is coming for many of you, so take a moment to think of us who will morn the loss of Summer and even Autumn as we head on in to winter. lol. But that’s okay, because I have something to heat up even the coldest parts of the planet. And as for you heading into Spring, well…you’re just plain greedy. :P

To celebrate, I’ve gotten together with a group of ManLove authors to giveaway a few prizes and have some fun. There’s a $50 Amazon gift card up for grabs so be sure to enter the Rafflecopter Giveaway.

To help warm things up, I am keeping April nice and warm with 4, yes 4, releases! So check out my pretties. And make sure to comment below, telling us what your favourite thing about Spring is, to win yourself a free copy of either Harry’s Nature or Loving His Cowboy!


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By jessbuffett

Spotlight for Trusting Chance by Caitlyn O’Leary!

 Please welcome the lovely Caitlyn O’Leary as she gives us a sneak peek at her release Trusting Chance. Make sure to stick around for your chance to win a $20 gift card from this extremely generous author!



Josie Decker and Chance Reynolds knew each other 25 years ago when they were in the same foster home, before her birth mother reclaimed her.  Now, Chance and his best friend Sam Booth, an Afghan war veteran, are living in Fate Harbor, Washington, when Josie re-establishes ties with her former foster parents and opens a bakery in the quaint town.  Chance did well in corporate America and is now free to manage his charities, but his most important project is capturing Josie’s heart.

He realizes that her time growing up with her mother has left her with physical and emotional scars and a belief that she is unworthy of love.  A soul-healing sanctuary, Fate Harbor is accepting of Triad alliances, and Chance believes that he, Josie, and Sam can forge a lasting. fulfilling relationship.  Sam suffered a childhood of bouncing in and out of foster care, added to recent trauma from fighting for his country that left him desolate.  Chance despaired of saving the brother of his heart, but finding Josie again has given him hope that the three of them can make the perfect future together.

When Josie’s 18-year old, younger twin sisters arrive, Chance’s plans are challenged.  After learning of Josie’s unorthodox relationship, one of them says the idea of the triad “hurts her heart”.  Can Josie go against her beloved sister?  How can Josie not follow her heart, in loving these two men unconditionally?  With the help of Fate Harbor’s townfolk, a dance festival, and some hunky firemen, a happy ending is guaranteed for all.



Caitlyn O’Leary was born and raised in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.  She’s been an avid reader all her life.  Her earliest creative writing endeavors consisted of “ghost writing” exercises in which she pretended to be her younger brothers and sisters when she did their homework assignments, before they turned them in as their own.  Years in corporate America honed her ability to manipulate words by day, while at night she continued to read everything she could get her hands on, including many, many steamy romances!

Now, happily married to her long, tall Texan and living in Southern California, Caitlyn has finally found the time to write erotic Happily Ever Afters for Siren. She enjoys swimming, travelling, writing, babysitting her nieces and nephews, spending time with friends and family and doing lots of “research” for her upcoming novels with her husband.

Website:              https://www.caitlynoleary.com/

E-Mail:                  Caitlyn@Caitlynoleary.com

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Twitter:                                https://twitter.com/CaitlynOLearyNA



 “I don’t require a keeper, Sam.  I’d like you to leave.”  He turned to her.

“I think you need someone to watch out for you, someone who cares about you.  When was the last time you had someone you could lean on?”  When he saw her confused expression, he had his answer.

“How many people have you taken care of over the years?” he asked quietly.

Josie bit her lip, and he just couldn’t help himself, he brushed his fingers over her mouth, rescuing that bit of flesh.  “I would love it if you would let me take care of you; just a little bit…is that so wrong?”  He cupped her face, and bent for a slow taste of those luscious lips.

Josie couldn’t stop her response.  His words had unlocked something deep within her.  She couldn’t remember a time when she could literally lean into someone, and she reveled in it.  Her arms lifted to encompass his broad shoulders.  God, he felt so hard, so good and strong.  Trying to get even closer she lifted up on her toes, and gasped in pain.  He felt it in their kiss, and correctly interpreted it.  He broke away and looked at her.  In one quick moment, she was lifted in his arms and then found herself settled on his lap on her sofa.  She looked up at him in wonder.  “You’ll hurt yourself doing that,” she admonished.

“Baby, you’re just a little thing,” Sam said.

Josie snorted in disbelief.

“Okay, you’re lush and curvy, just the way I love women.  I can’t stand a woman who’s going to blow away at the first strong wind.  But, Josie, compared to me, you are a little thing, and you’re the perfect size, with the absolute perfect body.  Do you understand me?  Are you finally hearing me?”  Josie looked up at him, and saw the absolute truth on his face.  She turned away, and nuzzled his neck, not wanting him to see the sheen of tears in her eyes.  This man, who made her blood sizzle, was turning her self-image upside down.  She felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her heart.

“I know we’re going to talk about our injuries, but can you please tell me how such a beautiful woman could think she needed to hide in clothes four times her size?  How she could think that she wouldn’t have men falling at her feet?”  Josie couldn’t help giggling at the outrageous statement.

“I’m serious, Baby.  At least a quarter of your male customers are coming into Sweet Dream Desserts to see the sights, not for the pastries.”  Sam tilted her head so she was forced to look at him.  “Let me guess, it was some guy who convinced you that you, you were less than perfect.”

“Actually, it started way earlier than that.  My mom was one of those women who would blow away in the wind, and she was constantly harping on my weight.  So, it’s pretty much ingrained that I’m fat.  And, yeah, I got pretty serious about a guy, and when I finally agreed to sleep with him, well, he wasn’t all that impressed with my body.  He insisted the lights be turned off.”  Josie had to turn away from Sam.  She couldn’t stand to see pity in his eyes.

Once again he turned her face, and she ended up looking up at him, and what she saw was anger.  “Baby, that should never have happened.  I understand a parent belittling you, boy do I understand that, but I can’t understand the asshole issues.  If I was lucky enough to get a chance to make love to you, I would want all the lights on.  I wouldn’t want to miss a thing.”



                Josie lost the ability to keep herself upright on her elbows, and dropped back down on the mattress, getting closer to the state of bliss that she found only in the arms of these two men.  As if they choreographed their moves, Chance’s tongue forced its way into the tight passage of her vagina and Sam started playing with her swollen clit.  She bucked up, and was immediately pressed back down into the bed by the strong arm Sam was pressing over her brace and abdomen.  Everytime the pleasure got so intense that she bucked, he would push down, and say soothing words at her breast, calming her.  “Wait for it, Baby, it’ll be so much better, if you wait for it.”  As soon as he would say that, Chance’s tongue would still and Sam would stop the mind-blowing circles that he was rubbing on her clustered nerves.  Instead he blew a gentle stream of warm air across the wet, sensitized crests of her breasts, encouraging her to allow her orgasm to build up slowly and sweetly.

Josie found herself begging.  “Please Sam, let me come.  Please, oh, please.”  She rolled her hips, trying to push her body against his agile fingertips.  She was clenching the walls of her cunt around Chance’s tongue, trying to lure him deeper into her body.  Sam looked into her needy dark caramel eyes, bearing witness to her glory as she arched, keening for release, sprouting a slight sheen of perspiration.  How this woman claimed her right to passion, and her belief in herself was a gift that he would always cherish.  He bent and took the tight tip of her nipple between his teeth and gently bit, while circling and pressing, signaling Chance to begin thrusting deep into the velvety depths of Josie’s warm pussy.  Sam released her nipple, and said, “Come for us now, Baby.  Give us everything.”

It was bigger than anything that had come before.  The climax had been trying to break to the surface for what seemed like hours.  She’d tried so hard not to come, she’d tried to obey.  Okay, she might have tried to steal an orgasm, but Chance and Sam had not allowed it, and now she was experiencing pleasure past the point of no return.  She didn’t pass out, this time she was clearly aware of both of them both teasing and soothing her body.  This time she could hear them talking, it was as if she were floating above the bed, because even though her eyes were closed she knew exactly where they were, and what they were doing.

Is she still with us?

                She’s in the zone.  I think she’s in the perfect relaxed state for what we have planned next.

                She seems pretty small, and you know she hasn’t done this before.  Josie knew that was Chance.  She stretched out her arm, found his hand, and squeezed it.

Buddy, she came so hard the other night, and you know she’s going to come even harder tonight.  She likes anal play, and I like it.  Now you don’t have-

Oh, I’m playing!   She gave his hand another squeeze.

“You with us, Zee?” Chance asked.  It was like she was coming out of anesthesia.

“Mmmmhhh, I’m here,” she smiled blissfully.  “I’m ready for anything.”  She let go of Chance’s hand and stretched her arms over her head, her legs sliding restively against one another.

“I know you are, Baby.  Let’s get you up on your hands and knees, okay?”  Sam helped her to roll over.  She loved the feel of his hands guiding her into the new position.  “Keep your hands over your head like they are and rest your head on the bed.”  Josie loved how she was displayed.  It was like an ass-elevated yoga child’s pose, but with the added bonus of four hands stroking her butt.

“Josie, you have the most beautiful heart-shaped ass I have ever seen,” Chance said, his voice thick with emotion.  Josie believed him.  Well, she believed that he thought so, and that felt so liberating, she wiggled her ass, and she heard him groan.  Then she heard the cap of a bottle snap open.

“Chance, hold her open, I want to see that pretty little asshole.”  Hearing her ass was pretty was one thing, but her asshole?  She clenched, and immediately she felt the quick heat of pain as Sam slapped her right butt cheek.  “Relax and open up, Baby.  We like looking at what’s ours.  Every part of you belongs to us, and we love every part of you.”  Josie took in a cleansing yoga breath.

“I really like the parts that play nicely with my dick,” Chance added.  “I like your mouth, I like your hands, I like your pussy, and despite what Sam thinks, I’m going to love your tight little asshole.”  On Josie’s second relaxing breath Chance splayed open her cheeks, and then she felt Sam’s gentle fingers applying lubricant against her anus.

“Jesus, look at how she flutters open and closed, like she can’t decide if she wants to let us in our keep us out…it’s so fucking sexy,” Chance breathed.

“Oh, she wants to let us in,” Sam assured him.  Then he slowly slid his index finger in to the second knuckle and smiled at Josie’s sigh of pleasure.  “Good girl.  Do you like that?  Do you want more?”  They saw her head nod, and Sam spread more of the ointment onto his fingers, and this time pressed in with three fingers.  They watched as her head thrashed, and listened as she hissed.  “Too much, Baby?”

“I think it’s too much, but I need more.  You know?”  She looked over her shoulder at the two of them, her eyes awash with confusion.  She suddenly arched her flanks upwards, catching Sam by surprise, causing him to go deeper.  Both men’s eyes were pulled to the sight of her anus being stretched so tightly, but then they turned towards her and saw that she was breathing deeply and smiling in satisfaction.  “That’s better,” she breathed, “but I need you to move.  I still need more.”




If you had to choose to give up one, which would it be, chocolate or sex?

“Good-Bye cruel world, I couldn’t live here, if I was denied either one!  Of course, the opposite is also implied…my happiest moments include both sex and chocolate at the same time.”

Why did you choose to write erotica?

I always knew I wanted to be a writer, and I was a fan of romances, so I was always going to write Happily Ever Afters.  In the last few years, much to my husband’s delight, I’ve become a fan of erotica.  I wrote a bit and found I was good at it.  I truly believe we all need a little mental stimulation to keep us fantasizing and happy.  This, in turn, makes our real lives so much sweeter!

Describe your idea of the perfect first date.

A restaurant table in a dark corner, where you find yourselves talking for hours, and there is something chocolate to share for dessert!

Since you’re married, describe your first date with your husband.

I was forty-five minutes late to meeting him, and he was walking out the door when I showed up.  I did a sort of interview to find out if he was a “good guy”.  He said he never felt more comfortable on a date.   I got a lot of great information that convinced me he was a great guy and we should go out again!

Do you fall in love with the characters you write?

I fall in love with them every single time.  In “Trusting Chance” I loved Chance’s mischievous humor and caring when he schemed.  I loved Sam’s over protective, sometimes domineering side, but that he also had inner demons that he needed to work out.   I fell in love with Josie as a great friend of mine, (even if she was so small that she could be carried around everywhere by the heroes!)

Where do you get the ideas to develop your characters?

Some things are definitely art imitating life, which makes it easy for me to understand what the characters are going through.  Other things are just internal struggles that I’ve battled within my own psyche.  I’m also an avid people watcher, and have worked with and listened to others for years.  I’ve been blessed to see so many people struggle and grow.  I hope that my characters the very real strength of others that I have known.

What series do you read and can’t wait for the next installment?

I love Sophie Oak’s “Siren in the City” and “Bliss… I’m just waiting on the edge of my seat.  I need more!


Do you have a favorite activity to recharge your batteries before you start a new project?

I attempt to take a few days off, get in some quality time with friends and family who I might have been ignoring.  But then the voices in my head force me back in front of the keyboard.

Do you ever get angry at the characters you write?

Yes, occasionally I get a little impatient them.  My characters remind me of me, they are always doing something to paint themselves into a corner.  For example in “Protecting Olivia” the main character always thought she was invincible because she knew that the cause she was fighting for was just, but she often ended up in harm’s way and needing help.

My characters don’t do things maliciously or stupidly they usually are trying to do what’s right, but they make a mess of things and it requires other characters to set them straight.  I regularly require the people in my life to help put me back on the rails, as well. Thank God for good friends and family!

Have you always wanted to be an author?

I’ve wanted to write since reading my first Trixie Belden book when I was 9 or 10 years old.

What genre(s) do you write?

I write erotica, Menage a Trois, Happily Ever After.  What’s the point of writing a book without a happily ever after?

Have you ever Self-Published?

Just the books I used to give out to friends and family in elementary and middle school.

Who or what inspired you to write your first book?

Sophie Oak.  I loved her Bliss Colorado and Siren in the  City series.

How many hours in a day might you write?

I work a full-time job, so I probably write 2-3 hours each day, and wake up in the middle o the night and get in another 1-2 hours.

Are you a plotter or a panster?

Since I’m writing a series, I have an idea of the characters I want to write about before I end the previous book.  Once I have the characters in mind, they write their own story.  Seriously, the story kind of comes out of my fingertips onto the computer screen.  It’s really kind of weird.

Do you ever find yourself slipping away and becoming so immersed in your story it affects how you relate to others?

If I’m writing a really strong heroine, I’ll end up being a lot more blunt at work.  I’ve I’m writing a more submissive heroine, I find myself deferring to others more than I normally would.

Are you in any of your books?

The heroine in book three of my series describes one of my worst dates ever as her own.

Are you in any of your books?

Because it is erotica, I have had mixed results, my husband is very supportive.  All of my family is happy that I’m successful, even if they aren’t really thrilled with the genre that I’m writing.  The funniest reaction is from my 80 year old father who is anxiously awaiting the print version of my first “dirty” book to come out.  He’s got everyone in his retirement community and the food bank where he volunteers waiting to buy copies as well.  Apparently they are all excited to read it.  Thanksgiving is going to be really interesting this year.


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New Release – Loving His Cowboy!


Quinn Bridges has almost everything a man could ask for. He is healthy, his cattle station is doing well, and he just signed a deal of a life time. After a chance encounter with a young man at the pub, he thinks perhaps he has met the final missing piece to his life.

Luc Walker has spent most of his life proving himself to everyone around him. Meeting Quinn changes that as the older man has no idea who Luc really is. Desperate to not change how Quinn sees him, Luc keeps his true identity from him.

But when things fall apart and Quinn discovers Luc’s secret, will he be able to convince Quinn that nothing is more important to him than loving his cowboy?







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By jessbuffett

Tuesday’s Fantasy with Hennessee Andrews!

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The XYZ Ranch is more than just a ranch….Made up solely of gay men, Zander Wesley, the owner is on a mission. Tired of feeling ignored and segregated from the rodeo world, Zander is building a rodeo team made up of some of the best cowboys around. As a secondary goal, Zander and his partners are building what they hope becomes one of the largest ranching cooperatives in the west.

Five stories introduce you to the world of the XYZ with hot love stories and even hotter nights. Start your journey for free with Macon’s Story, now available at Amazon. Saddle up, and come take a ride with cowboys that a sure to tickle your fancy.

ha-rits-maconsstory3140122_0156Macon’s Story blurb: Macon Sumner loves two things in the world. One is taboo, his best friend Wade Sutherland. His second love is the rodeo, where their problems begin. When a nosy reporter clicks a picture at the rodeo, capturing Wade and Macon kissing, life is never the same and neither are their relationships with their family and peers.

As outcasts in their small, narrow-minded town, Wade and Macon feel the effects daily. Wade becomes secretive with their relationship, foolishly believing that hiding is the answer. What he doesn’t realize is how much harm he is inflicting on Macon by doing so.

Sneaking away for intimate moments with Wade are as hurtful as the glares Macon receives from people who are supposed to be neighbors, friends. Even roping buddies have stopped inviting them to functions. He can’t stand how he feels or how Wade is treating him. When he receives a call from Zander Wesley, he sees a new life and opportunity for him and Wade.

Zander’s Story blurb: Zander Wesley feels cursed by his sexuality. While he wouldn’t change it, he is having difficult
y copha-rits-zandersstory-sing and  finding his place in the world. His family exiled him from their lives years ago, but the pain of rejection still haunts him as well as the memory of the beating he suffered at his father’s hand.

At thirty-two, Zander wants more than a life on the road and working for someone else during the winter. He has saved for a ranch, and all he needs to do is find it.

When Zander runs into Dean Buchanan and John Acker, desire he has held for the two heightens to a new level. He believed the men were straight, but a rendezvous with Dean in his horse trailer proves him wrong. Dean admits his feelings and expresses his want for more than just a fling. The only problem is John. Can he overcome his jealousy and succumb to his desire for Zander?

ha-rits-warrensstory3Warren’s Story blurb: Warren Reynolds has never been one for commitment, and the idea of settling with one partner isn’t something he’s ever wanted. When Zander Wesley steps into his world and offers him a lucrative deal, everything in his life begins to go haywire.

Jesse Martin, a shy cowboy with a crush on Warren makes a bold move at the bar, capturing Warren’s attention. The two share a night they will never forget. Old habits are hard to break, and before Warren realizes the implications of sneaking out during the night, his feet continue forward even though his heart directs him to do the opposite. His mistake haunts him daily, as well as the image of the man he seemed to connect with.

When Warren decides to visit the XYZ Ranch, he runs into Jesse. All he wants is one more chance, but Jesse isn’t sure. He is still hurting. Can Warren prove himself and win Jesse’s affection?

ha-rits-joeraysstory3Joe Ray’s Story blurb: Joe Ray Mullins can’t escape the sins of his father and is constantly looking over his shoulder. Trouble seems to lurk everywhere he goes. When two men are looking for him at a rodeo, he is leery because his father has recently been paroled from prison, and many are seeking to find him.

Christian Wright didn’t want to be in Kansas City with the owner of the XYZ Ranch, Zander Wesley, scouting for new members to begin with. He liked the event even less when the hot calf roper, Zander, who he has his sights set on, sticks a gun to his head in the restroom. They cut their losses and chalk up the event as nothing more than time wasted.

When they find Joe Ray badly beaten in the parking lot, they miss their flight in order to get him to safety. Who knew the bad boy image Joe Ray projected is nothing more than a ruse?

ha-rits-everettsstory3Everett’s Story blurb: Everett Davis never expected to find his wife in bed with his best friend. Divorce gives him a second chance to be true to himself after hiding his secret desires for years. Packing up and walking away to take a farrier job at the XYZ Ranch lands him in quite a predicament.

Kyle Quinten, the ranch trainer, catches Everett’s attention. The only problem is the fact that Kyle is ten years his junior and has his sights set on winning Everett’s affection. Kyle isn’t concerned with the age difference and wants nothing more than to help heal Everett’s heart.

Fantasies were all Everett had ever experienced. When Kyle blatantly invites Everett to act on his desires, neither will ever be the same. Everett is led by his overwhelming passion for Kyle but fears the age difference between them will eventually cause problems.

Will Everett let go of his hang-ups and submit to the younger man who has fallen for him?


Buy Links:







Macon’s Story: http://www.amazon.com/Macons-Saddle-Publishing-Classic-ManLove-ebook/dp/B00IMIU89U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1396121225&sr=8-1&keywords=hennessee+Andrews

Zander’s Story: http://www.amazon.com/Zanders-Story-Saddle-Publishing-PolyAmour-ebook/dp/B00IWTG8OS/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=0FHXXPM276X4F9KDA3MD

Warren’s Story: http://www.amazon.com/Warrens-Saddle-Publishing-Classic-ManLove-ebook/dp/B00J7R9WSS/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1396121299&sr=1-5&keywords=hennessee+Andrews

Hennessee Links:



Book trailer link: http://youtu.be/SUjgRPKMbgk







By jessbuffett

Birthday/Anniversary Event Winners!



GRAND PRIZE: Cynderella Duncan

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