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You'll find my blog over at my main website, Anna Butler Fiction. Every time I post there, I'll provide a link here. So you can read my posts with a single click from your flist or go to the website and chose to follow it, in which case you'll get an email whenever I post. It's entirely up to you which you prefer.

Where to find my books

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The Gilded Scarab

The first of the Lancaster's Luck series. An alternate Britain where the Britannic Imperium is an oligarchy ruled by the eight Convocation Houses and the Minor Houses, their satellite allies. A Britain where political manoeuvring involves plot, conspiracies and machination—all to get around the Queen (God bless her) having banned advancement by assassination. A Britain where the skies are filled with aeroships powered by steam and luminiferous aether, and where House Guards carry phlogiston-powered harquebuses and pistols. Aegyptologist Daniel Meredith looks for love; Aegyptologist Ned Winters, First Heir House Gallowglass, is recently widowed and left with two sons; and ex-aeronaut Captain Rafe Lancaster, late of Her Britannic Majesty’s Imperium AeroCorps, buys a coffee house. The rest, as they say, is the steampunk coffee house mystery-m/m romance.

Available now from  Dreamspinner Press (ebook)   Dreamspinner Press (print) All Romance ebooks

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Taking Shield 1: Gyrfalcon

In Gyrfalcon, Shield Captain Bennet has planned a dangerous infiltration mission behind enemy lines to garner priceless intelligence. His task is complicated by the changing relationships with his long-term partner, with his father—and with Fleet Lieutenant Flynn, the new lover who will turn his world upside-down. He expects to risk his life; that’s acceptable, to give Albion a military advantage. He expects that what he brings back from the mission will alter the course of the war against his people’s faceless enemy, although he’s realistic enough to know it may not necessarily be the outcome he hopes for. What he doesn’t expect is that it will change his life and that Flynn will be impossible to forget.

Available now from Wilde City Press

 photo flashwithborder_zps6932cb60.jpgFlashWired

Cal Paxton and Jeeze Madrid are the top scouting team on the Pathfinder-class starship, the Carson, on the very outer edge of Earth's expansion across the galaxy. They're wingmen, best friends and lovers. When Jeeze is shot down over a planet inhabited by a race Earth has never before encountered, what will Cal find when the Carson can finally mount a rescue mission?

A novella of about 20,500 words, FlashWired costs $1.99 (or equivalent) and is available as an ebook at:

The Gilded Scarab nominated RT Reviewers' Choice Awards 2015

 OMG. OMG.  Oh Em GEE!

Friday 13th isn’t noted for being a lucky day, but I think I have to buck the trend here. I woke this morning to find the incredible, wonderful news that The Gilded Scarab  has been nominated in the Science Fiction and Fantasy section (steampunk sub-section) of the2015 Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Awards.


To say that I am astonished is the mildest of understatements. I am still gibbering and waving my hands about helplessly. This is such a compliment!

So far as I understand it—and remember I am still trying to get my head around things here—the preponderance of books nominated for the Awards are mainstream and I’m one of a handful of authors in the m/m genre who has been nominated (alongside the likes of Heidi Cullinan!  More OMGing!). I really don’t expect to win anything, but I am so stoked to be nominated alongside such eminent beings. Thank you to Dreamspinner for such a brilliant editing team who helped me polish Rafe until he *shone*.

The RT Reviews blog has also posted up an amazing review for Rafe and Ned, and that alone would have had me spinning like a top and squeeing. The nomination? Well, see above for gibbering and helpless hand waving.

I mean. Oh. Em. GEE!




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Psst - Wanna win a book or two?


Have you ever eaten pizza at a wedding?

Yeah, me neither. Not exactly the cuisine of choice when you’re dolled up in the big floofy dress or the tux. I mean, can you imagine trying to get the tomato and pepperoni stains out after you’ve fed each other a slice?

Remember all the fuss a few weeks ago in Indiana and the religious freedom bill? It appeared that if you have faith in the Lord, your imagination does indeed stretch to pizza weddings, and allows you enough creative thinking to preempt the floods of requests you’re going to get from every LGBT person in Indiana by announcing to the press that your religious convictions would prevent you from catering to gay weddings. It blew up all over FaceBook, remember? Huge backlash. Sadly, the most distressing part of this sordid tale is that the backlash included the pizza owner’s GoFundMe which has netted a million dollars.

A million dollars.

And yet Christianity is being persecuted. Honest, give me a million dollars and I’d almost be up for a bit of persecution myself. Except the people who are really being persecuted here, who are really suffering, don’t get offered a million dollars for their trouble.

Time to take a stand.

I am proud to say that more than 220 LGBT authors are doing just that. We’ve banded together to make a very simple offer: LGBT charities do so much good with vulnerable people who know the real meaning of alienation, persecution and desperation. Not for a religious choice, but for who they are. These charities need support. We want to do just that.

We’re holding a giveaway. We’re giving away copies of our books to those of you who give a donation to an LGBT charity of your choice. The giveaway is being hosted and managed at the Diverse Reader blog where you’ll find a short story by A.J. Rose which illustrates just what gay teenagers face, as well as the full rules which explain how you can enter to win a book.

Do go along to the blog and join in. Give a little to support real victims of persecution, and get something back in the way of a splendid book, for free.

You can even eat pizza while you read it.

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Gilded Scarab and Gyrfalcon Blog Tourette

Only possibly without the swearing. In ten days, The Gilded Scarab will be published, and two days after that, Gyrfalcon. In a (vain!) attempt to look as though I know what I'm doing when it comes to getting the word out, I've set up a few guest spots at blogs belonging to very kind and supportive fellow writers. The dates and places are listed at my website


The picture of the
Deputy editor is purely gratuitous, because all blog posts should have a picture and who can resist a cute dog?

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The Cover Reveal for The Gilded Scarab

 February is going to be a VERY busy month!  I am jumping up and down here in excitement, because The Gilded Scarab has appeared on Dreamspinner’s ‘coming soon’ page and that means it is *real*. It’s happening.

16 February 2015

Yup. Two days before Gyrfalcon!  And so I am delighted, pleased, proud and chuffed as all hell to show you yet another wonderful book cover – this one is by the talented Reese Dante



When Captain Rafe Lancaster is invalided out of the Britannic Imperium’s Aero Corps after crashing his aerofighter during the Second Boer War, his eyesight is damaged permanently, and his career as a fighter pilot is over. Returning to Londinium in late November 1899, he’s lost the skies he loved, has no place in a society ruled by an elite oligarchy of powerful Houses, and is hard up, homeless, and in desperate need of a new direction in life.

Everything changes when he buys a coffeehouse near the Britannic Imperium Museum in Bloomsbury, the haunt of Aegyptologists. For the first time in years, Rafe is free to be himself. In a city powered by luminiferous aether and phlogiston, and where powerful men use House assassins to target their rivals, Rafe must navigate dangerous politics, deal with a jealous and possessive ex-lover, learn to make the best coffee in Londinium, and fend off murder and kidnap attempts before he can find happiness with the man he loves.



The polished wood and dark red velvet of the lobby carried through into the Praecipias, giving the lounge a rich and luxurious feel. The light of crystal chandeliers glinted on cut glass and the bottles ranged on shelves behind the bar. As the maître d’ had hinted, it was still rather early and the company was thin. Two patrons sat at separate tables. They straightened and looked back at me when I glanced around, both wearing smiles and expectant expressions. But no. They were good enough, but neither appealed to me. The trick was to pretend I hadn’t noticed them at all, instead focusing on my scotch and lighting one of the thin cigarillos I’d bought at the tobacconist. That way no one’s feelings were hurt.

A shame, perhaps… but no. Thanks to Phryne’s careful hands, I was shining that night. I deserved better than good enough. I deserved much better, and I could afford to wait until there was someone whose company I fancied. So I drew on my cigarillo and inhaled the sharp smoke. If I tilted my head back, I could watch the smoke float up toward the embossed ceiling. It hung in the light, drifting back and forth, and back and forth.

“May I buy you a drink, sir?”

I really am not a nervous man, but I jumped. Good Lord! Where had he come from? Sneaking up from the left, where I still had difficulty seeing things on the edge of sight, I supposed. I hadn’t seen him approach, and now that I looked, two or three others must have come into the room while I had contemplated my scotch and stared at the ceiling. Two stood at the bar talking, and a third slid into a chair at a table near mine, his dark eyes raking me over. He looked faintly familiar, although I couldn’t imagine where I’d seen him. He was well enough, too, but I turned my attention to the man who’d spoken to me.

Oh, but this one was better than good enough! Much better.

About my age, by the look of him, but as fair as I’m dark—wheat blond hair in artful disorder, with quite astonishing hazel eyes set above high, pronounced cheekbones and a strong mouth and chin. Thank God he had a chin. There were far too many men who had none worthy of the name. The rest of the stranger was rather attractive too. He leaned on a cane in his right hand, inclining his long, trim body toward me. It gave him a slight air of eagerness that was, I felt, distinctly flattering, as well as allowing him to show off an evening suit that fitted him like the proverbial glove and must have cost a very pretty penny. Definitely better than just good enough. Unless he turned out to have all the personality faults of Attila the Hun, this one would most certainly merit further attention.

And, really, Attila the Hun hadn’t been all bad. He was rumored to have been very considerate of his horses.

You can preorder The Gilded Scarab here:


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Dance With The Devil - JD March on how everyone wants to be a cowboy




Friend and writer JD March publishes Dance With The Devil TODAY. Read all about it at my website 


But as a taster: Johnny Fierro’s a gunfighter‚ maybe the best. He’s hunted trouble and a reputation all his life. But the killings and the range wars have worn him out and brought him to a point where he would welcome death — until he hears that his estranged and hated father faces a battle to hold onto his land in the Cimarron Valley. Fierro has sworn to kill his father and this is too good an opportunity to miss. What he hasn’t bargained for is a share of the ranch‚ or a brother he never knew existed. While his upright‚ authoritarian father and Harvard-educated brother struggle to come to terms with his violent past and vicious reputation‚ Fierro wrestles with the unwelcome realization that his mother didn’t tell him the whole story about the past. He doesn’t know what to believe‚ but he has to make a choice when the bullets start flying.

AvailableTODAY  at Five Star Publishing

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