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Three Good Years

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on July 11, 2014 at 2:55 AM Comments comments (26)

When Beachwalk Press opened its doors three years ago, I was one of the lucky first authors in the door. Slave to His Desires was my first Beachwalk Press book, but not my last. I have a July release coming out this July titled Captivated. I never thought about it when I started to write this blog, but both of these stories feature women who’ve been kidnapped by aliens. Here’s a little taste.

Captivated by Ashlynn Monroe
Genre(s): Erotic Science Fiction Romance

Digital ISBN: 9781940744346

Length: Novella

Publication Date: July 21, 2014

Price: $3.99

Will Franny choose to live or just to survive?

Hardship, pain, and strife describes life on Utopia, a mining colony far from Earth. Women are a rare commodity. When an alien trade ship arrives with a cargo containing a human woman, every man on Utopia shows up to bid. Three friends pool their funds in the hope they'll have a human woman in their beds to keep them warm on the long nights of the coming harsh winter.
Francesca Dehart suffered the terror of aliens abducting her from a country road. The horror of being kidnapped and then sold as a sex slave is beyond anything Franny has ever imagined. With no hope of being rescued she finds herself with a new definition of hell—Utopia.
Can Cade, Nebraska, and Dawson show Franny her new life is more than a prison? They need her, but will she stay with them or run at the first opportunity? Can they hold onto the woman they've grown to love and protect her from the others who will stop at nothing to have her?

Content Warning: graphic sexual content and multiple partners


Cook County, Illinois, 2089

Music reverberated loudly through the interior of Francesca Dehart’s car. She rolled down a two-lane country road in the small electric car she’d rented to make the trip out of the city for the weekend. Franny glanced up at the sky. The black velvet above was dotted with stars. In the city, she never had the chance to see so much starlight.

It was beautiful. She didn’t need to rush, so she pulled over onto the gravel shoulder and parked next to a fenced pasture. The deserted expanse gave the city-girl inside of her the willies, but it wasn’t as if she had to worry about rapists and muggers in the middle of nowhere. Sure, there might be wildlife, but she doubted anything would bother her. She wouldn’t be out there long. Franny just wanted to see the night sky without light pollution from the city.

A momentary pang of fear made her heart race, but she managed to quell it. Chuckling to herself, she shook off the feeling of some watching her. Franny stood in the darkness, gazing skyward. It was tranquil, and she relished the quiet. Her trip had taken a toll, so this moment of peace was just what she needed. Standing there in the rural loneliness was a balm to her soul. She sighed and relaxed as her backside rested against the side of the car. A cool breeze ruffled her hair, and she closed her eyes. Nothing could be better than this, Franny thought.

There was a sonic boom and she cried out. A sudden flash of light caused her to turn and look up. The trees lining the road shook, and branches crashed to the ground. Five deer shot out of the woods and ran across the road with their white tails high in the air. They were so close to Franny she could see the terror in their eyes as they bolted through the rays of her headlights. Several other animals ran in the same direction the deer had gone. Watching the exodus in wonder, she stood immobilized. Her legs felt as if her feet had grown roots. She gasped as three bluish-green lights hovered in the air.

“Oh my God!” These visitors didn’t belong here. She didn’t see the military escort that accompanied aliens in Earth airspace. There had been no announcement about aliens in the area. Franny focused intensely on the lights. She expected them to fly away, but they didn’t. She stood frozen when a glow brightened the ground around her. Loose gravel and debris levitated and her car began to shake. Franny started to back away, out of the cylindrical illumination, slowly.

Her foot slipped on the dew-damp grass and she tumbled backward. Pain radiated through her head, and her teeth clicked as her jaws snapped together. Blinking up into the intense glow, the darkness vanished as she lay, bathed in bright, yellow luminosity. Franny squinted against the radiance and her eyes watered. Something tickled her neck and she realized she was bleeding, but that was the least of her worries right now.

Rubbing her eyes with one hand, Franny tried to clear her vision, but the lights went in and out of focus. Her body lifted. “No,” she moaned. Unconsciousness claimed her.

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In progress...

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on May 31, 2014 at 3:50 PM Comments comments (2)

**Warning** This is raw and unedited.  Enjoy the 1st chapter of my unpublished novella, Untaiming Delilah. The formatting didn't stick when I copied it here. The inner thoughts and telepathy is in italics.

Chapter One

“Hey there Delilah, what’s it like in New York City…” sang Jonathan Brook, her guardian’s lab assistant.

“I swear if you actually said hello like a normal person I’d think you were body snatched by aliens,” Delilah Jones interrupted his serenade. The song was his usual greeting. His cliché musical rendition of her name had been cute for about twenty seconds, and now she found it completely irritating.

He grinned. Jon was a nice albeit obnoxious senior biology major.

She stood outside the McArdle Laboratory for Cancer Research at the UW Madison campus. The breeze brushed her skin. A stronger gust penetrated her cotton t-shirt causing goose bumps to rise on her arms and she shivered. Cold was Wisconsin’s favorite temperature, but this was early September and she was dressed for a warmer day.

Jon held the door for her as she rushed inside the facility. Heat rushed over her and the realization the furnace was already on was a relief and surprise. Delilah’s tense muscles loosened up. Aaron wouldn’t be happy if he saw her.

“You dad is going to be pissed off if you get sick, Delilah,” Jon said, reading her mind.

She shrugged. “Aaron Amun isn’t my father. He’s my guardian and doctor.”

Aaron would freak if she caught pneumonia again. When she was sick, he couldn’t get accurate results from blood tests because her white blood cell count went up. Without the results, He couldn’t give her the right dose 5-23 injection to stave off the seizures.

“Really?” Jon genuinely sounded surprised. He had only been Aaron’s assistant a couple of weeks, long enough for her to know way too much about him, but not long enough for her to be comfortable spilling the sad tale of how she came to live with the doctor her parents had trusted.

“Yep, he’s a good man, but he’s not my dad,” she gave him as much as he was going to get from her. If he really wanted to know there were others in the facility willing to gossip about poor, sickly Delilah and her rare brain tumor that made her see crazy shit.

“What’s going on in your head? You went like a million miles away,” Jon muttered the question with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

“Nothing that would interest you, I promise.”

“I don’t know, you seeming like the kind of girl with deep thoughts and big plans?” Jon said in a flirty way that made her inner voice groan.

“I think I was wondering which Kardashian I want to be when I grow up,” she lied.

He grinned. Not easily fooled are we?

“Aren’t you cute?”

Jon put emphasis on the word cute. As soon as someone discovered she had a terminal illness, interaction always got weird. Flirting back just seemed wrong if she wasn’t going to warn him about how she held hands with grim reaper on a daily basis. Poor Jon didn’t deserve to be the next person she needed to console over her imminent demise.

“Oh, that’s right, I was wondering if they ever found the body of Aaron’s last assistant. He liked to bother me too, and then there was that experiment that went horrifically wrong…” she let her voice trail away absentmindedly and cringed a little bit for effect.

Jon’s eyes widened, just a little, and his nostrils flared. Aaron could get scary intense. Jon backed off, actually side stepping to give her more room. Relief flooded her system and she grinned as she walked a little faster towards the stairs.


Nik moaned. He could smell her, the perfume of her pheromones mingling with the floral products on her skin and hair. He inhaled deeply. As much as breathing her in hurt it also exhilarated him. He bucked and writhed on the thin mattress of his cage. A snarl ripped out of his throat and he his vision sharpened. He screamed as his bones started to break. Transformation. Agony. Death and rebirth, whatever he’d heard this horrific process called no name ever described the torture correctly.

“Fuck!” he screamed, spitting the foaming saliva out, as his body broke in a thousand ways at the same moment.

Yellow, sharp clarity coated his vision and every sound in the building intensified. The soundproofing was only there for the humans. He heard it all when the change stole his body. Her shoes. They had a funny, light click. Even in his torment, he held onto that little piece of her, breathing through the ripping and tearing of his skin and muscles. Her smell was a small comfort. Her. Nik’s snarling cry reverberated through the tiny room. His beastly wail caught between a roar and a bark.

I must control it. This is what that bastard wants. This is what…

Muddled and confused he couldn’t remember whom he hated. The smell. His cock went hard. Desire. Blood. Feast. Soft and delicate. Hot life filling his mouth and coursing down his throat to fill his stomach as he ripped open the weak packaging. Delicious. Delilah.

Her name put a screeching halt to the litany of tumbling consciousness and monstrous thoughts. No. I am not that. I am…

Kill. Eat. Destroy. Take. Mine. Rip. Tear. Fuck. Devour.


Aaron was working frantically at his computer in the lab. He leaned forward, peering at the screen. The dim room made the glow cast by the device illuminate him in a hue that conjured images of a mad scientist. Delilah smiled. Affection for her work-a-holic caretaker left her shaking her head as she watched the maestro at work conjuring magical remedies to control the forces of life and death, or at least that’s how she view her savior’s efforts.

Clearing her throat, she knocked on the door. Aaron glanced up with the barest trace of acknowledgement as he returned to his work for a few moments more. When his fingers stilled he peered at her over the thin edge of the large screen.

“Hi Del, come in and sit down with your sleeve up,” he ordered.

She took off the jacket she’d just grabbed out of the closet in his office. She kept stuff here for emergencies. His lab was her hellish home-away-from-home.

“How was work?” he asked without looking at her as he gathered the supplies.

“Coffee was made, served, and drank. Oh, and I let the customers have some too,” she joked.

Aaron grunted a dry snort of a laugh. That was the best one she’d forced out of him so far.

“Have you had any changes in your senses? See any floaters?” his voice was devoid of concern, only holding a subtle flavor of curiosity. “Are you experiencing anything unusual?”

“No, but I’ve suddenly found this strange back hair, mohawk-thing growing down my spine, and I’m wondering if I should wax or shave?” she said as a jest, flippant.

Aaron dropped the tray he was carrying to rush across the room. He moved so quick her brain couldn’t process what made his characteristic cool, calm, and collected disappear.

Delilah cried out as he jerked her forward and yanked the neck of her t-shirt away from her skin. He moved her forward and to the left. She realized he was positioning her into the light and was actually looking for unsightly hair growth. Jerking out of his grip, she pulled her shirt straight.

“Jesus. Aaron, I’m kidding,” Delilah grumbled. A quick flash of guilt kept her from meeting his eyes. “I was just messing with you.”

The troubled expression didn’t leave his face. She wouldn’t call his gaze angry, but the tick in his jaw said she’d upset him. He worked incredibly hard on her behalf. Guilt burned her as he turned away, and she noticed his lips compressing into a fine line.

Frowning, she reached out and grabbed his hand. “I’m sorry. You know how I get when I’m tired.”

“How have you been sleeping?” He was back in doctor mode.

She tried to shake the unsettled feeling that his excitement over her imaginary freakishness incited. He’d almost appeared—elated. She shuddered and unconsciously rubbed the site where he’d soon be giving her the nightly experimental injection.

“Same as usual, the dreams are still bad. I’m in a cage and I hurt.”

He grunted as he went to get fresh supplies. When he returned, she twisted her arm so he had good access to her vein. Looking at her arm bothered her and she tried to ignore the fact she had track marks like a drug addict from where he’d been taking so much blood lately.

“Don’t forget I’ll still need some of that,” she teased.

Last week she’d been dizzy after he’d finished. He didn’t even glance up as he pierced her flesh and began the process of filling vial after vial. She turned away and gazed at his desk to avoid watching. Even after all this time, she didn’t like to see.

When he finished she sagged as the tension left her shoulders. A tingling started in her temples. She could smell burnt toast. It was happening again.

“Aaron,” she cried out as blinding white light blurred her mind and the sensation of falling made her stomach jerk like a kid who’d gone too high on the swing set. Her seizures were never textbook. Then her mind wasn’t in her body anymore.


Nik fought to control the beast. She was there. With him. He reached out mentally and for a second his consciousness brushed hers. The subtle contact zinged through him. Sensual and alive, the connection dulled his misery for an instant when he touched her thoughts. She made him whole for a wonderful moment. She fought. Delilah always fought.

She wasn’t his kind and didn’t understand. Nik sent her reassurance, compassion, but her terror was the only thing getting through to him now. The beast reacted. He couldn’t restrain the predator when the exhilaration of her fear stirred it awake.

The man fought to stay in his head and protect her, but the wildness inside of him beat frantically at his brain demanding control and freedom.

“No,” he huffed. “Not this time.”

There was something different about the way Delilah’s thoughts moved in his cognizance this time. He wanted to understand, but the struggle to hold on made it hard for him to think. Humans didn’t mind-speak, but it was almost as if…

His body convulsed and twisted in a horrific and pure death as he became. The thinking part of him drained away as instinct and primal needs replaced his higher reasoning. Nik lost his battle with startling finality.

The creature snarled.

© Ashlynn Monroe


Midwest Book Lovers Unite Conference Sept 26-28

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on May 28, 2014 at 2:25 PM Comments comments (0)

12:00 Noon: Registration begins.
6:00 – 6:45 PM: Welcome Ceremony
7:00 PM – 9:00 PM
Speed Meeting*
Meet 15 of your favorite authors in tonight’s speed dating event. Sit at the author’s table and ask any question you want but you better hurry cause you only have 7 minutes!
Isabella LaPearl
Angel Payne
Shayla Black
Stephanie Beck
V.A. Dold
Jenna Jacob
Randi Alexander
Gina Maxwell
Kris Austen Radcliffe
Stephanie Julian
Bria Starr
Lynn Rae
Linda Rae Sande
Margie Church
A. T. Weaver
9:00 PM – Meet and Mingle
Join us for our Meet and Mingle event. Get to know some of your favorite authors, cover models, bloggers, and reader friends during this open and friendly event. This is not an organized event. The ballroom will simply be available to us until midnight if anyone would like to use it to hang out and chat.
9:00 AM – 11:00 AM
Book Signing
*Conference attendees only fromn 9:00 – 9:30, open to the public at 9:30
Included in convention fee for full convention attendees. Charge is $10/person for public attendees, paid at the door (cash or credit, no checks please).
Come hang out with some of your favorite authors and get autographed books and merchandise. Bring your own books (all will be stickered at the door) or purchase books at the book fair or from the authors.
1:00 PM – 2:00 PM
Live Cover Shoot
Join us for a fun filled hour with the industries very own cover model Justin Coale! Sit back and enjoy the show!
How do three authors write together without killing each other?*
Authors of the Doms of her Life series, Shayla Black, Jenna Jacob, and Isabella LaPearl
Welcome to the worlds we read about.
Zoey Derrick, Linda Rae Sande, Lois Greiman, Gina L Maxwell, Rory Ni Coileain
2:00 PM – 3:00 PM
Tarnished Tiaras – The ladies of Erotic Romance*
Angel Payne, Robin L Rotham, Jenna Jacob, Shayla Black, Isabella LaPearl, Ashlynn Monroe
Get ready for some laughs and good times when you sit with this group of ladies while they talk about how to get a sex scene right. How to make a sex scene good and how to organize a menage scene.
Romancing Western Style
Lori King, Randi Alexander, Sidda Lee Rain
Same sex lovin’
Rory Ni Coileain, A.T. Weaver, Margie Church, Stephanie Beck
Learn what it takes to write m/m, or f/f romance.
The Voice
Zoey Derrick, Jordyn Meryl, Kris Austen Radcliffe, Bria Starr, Lizzy Charles
Chat with these fabulous authors about getting the man’s voice correct. What does it take to make sure the male character sounds like a male?
3:00 PM – 5:00 PM
Pure Romance Party
Join Natalie Jett for a Pure Romance party. This is a classy party for adult women. Where you can leave your inhibitions at the door and let your hair down. You will sample the best in bath, beauty and bedroom essentials. Natalie will be available for purchases during and after the party
Game Show Event
Gina L Maxwell, Bria Starr, Randi Alexander, Jenna Jacob, Lori King, Stephanie Beck, Sidda Lee Rain, Stephanie Julian, Ashlynn Monroe
** More Information coming soon **
6:00 PM: Dinner with Authors
Shayla Black
Gina Maxwell
Isabella LaPearl
A.T. Weaver
Margie Church
Angel Payne
Michele Prince
Sidda Lee Rain
Robin Rotham
Stephanie Beck
Lori King
Jenna Jacob
Linda Rae Sande
Randi Alexander
Honor James
Lois Greiman
Bria Star
Kris Austen Radcliffe
Ashlynn Monroe
Jordyn Meryl
Stephanie Julian
Michele Hauf
Lizzy Charles
Price: $25 to guarantee a spot with your favorite. Sign-up coming soon!
8:00 PM – Midnight: Masquerade Ball
Join us for an evening full of music, dancing, and fun where you can let your naughty side show with something a bit risqué or your sweet and innocent side with something formal and classy. Don’t forget to bring your favorite mask!!
Cash bar available at event
9:00 AM - Noon: Breakfast and Farewell Event
Continental Breakfast. Raffle basket winners chosen at this time. You must be present to win so be sure to be there.




























































The best part of writing a book...

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on April 24, 2014 at 7:25 PM Comments comments (0)

I love to write. Even if people stopped buying my books, I’d still write. I’ve done it for so long I don’t know how to live without creating stories. The best part of writing a book is seeing the cover art for the first time. I have only been disappointed a few times, and those were all covers that were done in 2010. When a talented graphic artist depicts my characters, I always squeal a little. It’s so fun to see my imagination coming to life. Tied for first place is hearing from readers. I love to see reviews coming in, but a personal email from a reader is a cherished gift. I cried the first time someone wrote to me to tell me they loved my book. It was amazing! Thank you for giving the opportunity to entertain you. If you haven’t read my work, I hope you’ll try one of my books because I’d love to hear from you.


Easter Blog Hop

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on April 20, 2014 at 8:15 PM Comments comments (10)

If you’ve never heard of me, I hope you’ll take a moment to explore my website. I’m giving away some fun swag. Lip balms, pens, buttons, and other freebies will go out in the mail to US address only. Just leave your email in the comments and I’ll contact winners for mailing addresses. I’m giving away a lot of great stuff so leave your email in the comments if you want a chance to win a wonderful selection of gifts.

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My Writing Process

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on February 17, 2014 at 2:55 AM Comments comments (0)

David Martin invited me to answer these four questions about my writing process.

1) What am I working on?

I just finished a hot erotic sci-fi romance about a woman kidnapped by aliens and claimed by three futuristic miners in the wilderness of a long forgotten Earth colony. I’ve just started on a beastly tale of a man battling his nature to claim his mate.


2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I try to write very character driven stories about characters loving more than one person. I love the challenge of finding a way to make all the characters happy.


3) Why do I write what I do?

I’ve always been a romance fan. I started reading them at far too early of an age. I love sci-fi and paranormal romance. These books are a natural extension of my interests. I read sci-fi and paranormal romance avidly. I write it because my muse demands it.


4) How does your writing process work?

I come up with an idea or scene and build off that. I usual work on several books at one time. If I don’t write, I don’t feel healthy. There’s a buildup of imagination inside of me without having my books as an outlet I become physically ill and unsettled.


I have invited

Jessica Coulter Smith 

Beth D. Carter 

to tell us about their writing process…


Welcome Sascha, Carolyn, and Beverly!

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on November 15, 2013 at 1:45 AM Comments comments (0)


Why does your hero or heroine feel the need for the type of relationship they're in?

This is the way the mates in this world are set up, and usually it amounts to helping increase the emotional tension. Twice the love, twice the potential for letdown, twice the potential for strife, twice the potential for the hero to pull his shit together.

What does having two heroes or heroines do for them?

Creates balance. Humans are complex creatures and having someone who is logical and primarily emotional, while someone else is primarily emotional but logical also, helps that heart/head war we read about so much in romance.

Tell us a deep dark secret we'd NEVER expect!

I really don't have any secrets. People have known for years I'm a little off the wall, I cross dress, have a lingerie fetish, um…yeah. Pretty much nothing new here.

Batman or Superman

Batman. Always.

Which character is your favorite and why?

See now this leads into triad territory. When I created Józsi I sort of based him off Joséf from Endangered (you see the resemblance?) and Vin Diesel. But his two lovers differ tremendously from Joszí's in that Joséf's second (Isabella) is darker and probably more pragmatic than Lukina, but that may be the difference in age. Oh and the fact that vampires Livía and Isabella are a few hundred years old, whereas Lukina and Ilona are werewolves and far less old. I don't know. This was supposed to be simple! Who came up with these questions!

Buy link for His Reign:


Why does your hero or heroine feel the need for the type of relationship they're in?

My heroes in this book have always shared their women. As best friends, they loved using their sexual skills to double a woman’s pleasure. Now, of course, they’re ghosts under a witches curse to fulfill the desires of the cottages owner.

What does having two heroes or heroines do for them?

For the heroes it’s a natural way of expressing their desires, an extension of their lifelong friendship. For my heroine, it’s the realization that it is possible to genuinely love two people in equal measures.

Tell us a deep dark secret we'd NEVER expect!

I’m currently writing a book that’s so hot, so boundary pushing, that I’ll have to find a new pseudonym to publish it under.

Batman or Superman

Batman. He’s tall dark handsome, mega rich, and has a tortured soul. My favorite type of hero.

Which character is your favorite and why?

I like Elly, my heroine. She’s coming up to her first Christmas after the loss of her parents, and it’s making her sad. Yet in the course of this book, she leaps into a relationship with two gorgeous ghosts, tries to discover a way to break a witches curse, and finds time to play matchmaker for her best friend at the same time. I do love a woman who can multitask…

Buy link:

Ghosts of Grace Cottage is released on the 15th November and will be available from Secret Cravings Publishing, and e-book retailers.


Why does your hero or heroine feel the need for the type of relationship they're in?

For the shifters in Dragons’ Mate it is a mating imperative. For Annie the pair make her feel safe and both give her different things she needs. The three together complete each other.

What does having two heroes or heroines do for them?

The pair complements each other, completing a circle of love and protection that my heroine needs.

Tell us a deep dark secret we'd NEVER expect!

One of the few sexcapades I’ve never done is a ménage!

Batman or Superman

Superman because if I have to look at a man’s underwear on the outside I want to know there’s no skid marks! TMI? Sorry! ;)

Which character is your favorite and why?

I can’t choose! Brand is affectionate and always ready to cuddle. Tine is more the protector and aggressor. Annie is lucky to have them both!

Dragons’ Mate buy link::  



The Don'ts of Zombie Hunting Book Tour

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on November 3, 2013 at 9:25 AM Comments comments (0)

Zombie’s Don’t Make Good Pets Tour Schedule

November 15 – 30


November 15

Rambling Reads


November 16

Snarky Mom Reads...


November 19

Sapphyria's Steamy Book Reviews


November 22

Sarah's Book Blog -


November 26

The Avid Reader

Dawn's Reading Nook


November 28

Crystal's Many Reviewers


November 29

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Cover Reveal! Buy Ruby January 2014!

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