As you might have noticed, I don’t discriminate based on the heat level in my books.  As long as it is a good story and I get my Happy Ever After, it doesn’t matter to me if they never get past kissing or if they have down and dirty sex in graphic detail.  I know that diferent people have different thresholds, so only keep reading if your’s is set to Super Hot.

Trusting Chanceis the first book in a new series written by new author, Caitlyn O’Leary.  I was intrigued by the blurb but I also got a couple of sneak peeks and liked what I read, and I thought you might too.  Check out the below (including a bit of Q&A with Caitlyn) and, if it seems like your cup of tea, the book released earlier this week so you can get your own copy.  And make sure you come back and let everyone know what you think!


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.”

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 embody the very real strength of others that I have known.

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!

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?

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!

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?

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.


TCTrusting Chance

by Caitlyn O’Leary


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.


authorAuthor Info:

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.

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“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.”