This just in from Mari Carr:
It’s here! It’s here! The third book in the Foreign Affairs series with Lexxie Couper, Misplaced Lessons is out today!!! Lexxie and I have had a blast working on these stories. Don’t tell the other books, but…I think Misplaced Lessons might be my favorite of the bunch. It’s fun and sexy and romantic and silly. Amy, the heroine, made me smile. I’m not sure I’ve enjoyed writing a heroine quite this much since Riley in Saturday Night Special. I hope you’ll give the book a read and, if you’re just hopping into the game, Misplaced Princess and Misplaced Cowboy are available now. Buy links can be found here.
Foreign Affairs, Book Three
A forced-sex fantasy is one thing—waking to find a scruffy man binding you to a bed is quite another. Amy fights him, until she realizes her friend must have set up the sexy scenario. They’ve swapped lives, with Harper flying to Australia and lending her Chicago home to Amy. While she’s surprised Harper would go to such lengths to help her fulfill a fantasy, Amy figures…why not?
After days of nonstop travel, Andrew arrives at the home he shares with his sister, Harper, with sleep on his mind—until he finds a naked intruder in his bed. Subduing the beauty, he assumes she’s the blind date his pal had tried to set him up with. But would Mike actually sneak the woman into Andrew’s house? Seems so. And he’s not one to turn down such a gift.
By the time each has learned the other’s identity, Amy and Andrew have shared the most intense sexual experience of their lives. And they certainly don’t want to stop now.
Inside Scoop: This sexy life-swapping tale includes BDSM with a side of ménage.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” His words sounded ridiculous even to himself. He’d gagged her and was now straddling her naked body, holding her legs to the mattress with his own after tying her to the bed. Regardless of who she was or why she was there, she’d be insane not to be afraid of his intentions.
She twisted her head, trying to dislodge the shirt from her mouth.
“If I take it out, do you promise not to scream?”
She blinked rapidly then nodded her assent.
He pulled the material away, ready to replace it if she broke her vow.
“No.” Andrew reached up to touch his tender cheek, his fingers finding the raised welts she’d put there with her long nails. “Who are you?”
Her breathing was labored, coming in hard pants after their fight. Even so, her gaze hardened and he knew she wouldn’t talk.
Something inside him cracked. He’d been traveling for days, stealing only a couple hours sleep here and there. This woman had broken into his house. She had some nerve acting like he was the villain. By God, he’d make her talk.
“I’ll give you one more chance to answer my question. Tell me who you are or you won’t like the consequences.”
She stilled beneath him, her intelligent gaze sizing him up. He should climb off the bed and call the cops. If he was in his right mind, that’s exactly what he’d do. Having her arrested would certainly be the kinder response. As it was, he wasn’t in the mood to be merciful.
Instead of answering, she threw his question back at him. “Who are you?”
“None of your business. Give me your name. Now.”
She bit her lip nervously. “I’m Amy.”
Amy? Mike’s Amy?
Andrew leaned back on his haunches, his mind whirling. Had Mike set this up? Past experience had obviously convinced his friend he’d never consent to a blind date. But would Mike actually go so far as to throw this woman into his bed?
Andrew knew the answer. It was more than possible. It was actually quite probable. Mike had the extra key to the house. He knew Harper was away and Andrew was back in town.
Andrew recalled a lifetime of little surprises his best friend had tossed his way. The high-class call girl who’d shown up at his door on his twenty-fifth birthday. The so-called conference that had really turned out to be an impromptu weekend trip to Vegas, complete with nonstop gambling and a private show with five of the hottest strippers Andrew had ever seen. Or this past year when Mike had managed to score tickets to the Super Bowl, but told Andrew they were headed to Indianapolis for his cousin’s bachelor party. He’d let Andrew bitch for three hours in the car about missing the big game, only letting him in on the surprise when they’d reached the entrance to the stadium.
Mike was the master of the unexpected, so it wasn’t farfetched that his friend would go to this extreme in a hookup. It would also explain his friend’s easy capitulation when he refused to go on a date with the woman earlier. Mike didn’t push the issue because he knew Amy was already here.
He grinned as his annoyance lifted. Amy was beautiful and feisty, with a hot accent. Australian, if he wasn’t mistaken, though he’d need to hear her say more before he could be sure. His best friend knew he was a sucker for a girl with an accent. For the second time in one night, it looked like Mike was going to be able to say, “I told you so.”
And since Mike had gone to so much trouble, far be it from Andrew to look a gift horse in the mouth.
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Please welcome the awesome Lexxie Couper and her sexy rock star, Nick Blackthorne to the blog…
Jess Dee’s blog is the sixth stop on Nick Blackthorne’s World Blog tour. Somewhere on Jess’ blog you’ll find a line from Nick’s International Number One bestseller, Night Whispers. Happy hunting.
If you’re not sure what Nick Blackthorne’s World Blog Tour is, check out contest details here at Lexxie Couper’s blog http://www.lexxiecouper.com/blog/ There are prizes galore including right here! To be in the running to win an ebook from Lexxie’s backlist make sure to leave a comment or ask Lexxie (or Nick) a question. A winner will be announced at the end of the day J
His music moves the world. Can his love move her heart?
Nick Blackthorne knows all about words of love. They’re the reason he’s the world’s biggest rock star. The irony? He turned his back on love a long time ago, lured away by the trappings of fame.
An invitation to a friend’s wedding is a stark reminder of how meaningless his life has become. When he enters that church, there’s only one woman he wants on his arm—the one he walked out on a lifetime ago. But first he has to find her, even if all she accepts from him is an apology.
Kindergarten teacher Lauren Robbins once had what every woman on the planet desires. Nick. Their passion was explosive, their romance the stuff of songs…and it took fifteen years to get over him. Then out of the blue Nick turns up at her door, and all those years denying her ache for him are shattered with a single, smoldering kiss.
But molten passion can’t hide the secret she’s kept for all these years. Because it’s not just her heart on the line anymore…and not just her life that’ll be rocked by the revelation.
Remember your first crush on a rock star? Now add smoldering sex, a raw and undeniable passion, soul-shattering orgasms. And secrets…
Buy links for Love’s Rhythm
Samhain Publishing http://store.samhainpublishing.com/loves-rhythm-p-6744.html
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This is it. The last week to Meet the Heat.
And here to play us out is Mari Carr. She’s one of my favorite contemporary, erotic romance authors around, and as soon as you read her books, you’ll know why.
I’ve taken the opportunity to have a short, sweet interview with Mari. And I’ve added an excerpt of my fave Mari Carr book, Tequila Truth, to the end of the interview.
Here you go:
1) Why did you choose to write erotic romance?
I think the answer is as simple as I love to read erotic romance, therefore I write it. When I was into reading regency historicals, I wrote those.
2) Do you identify with any of your characters?
My heroines always carry a bit of me inside them, so yes, definitely. I try to create characters I would want to be friends with.
3) Tell us about your books:
I try to incorporate a lot of humor in my stories. I want my books to have a strong plot with dynamic characters and then I add the sex. I really don’t like books that are just sex, sex, sex. I have three releases coming out in the next couple of months–Saturday Night Special hits Ellora’s Cave on Sept. 24 and it’s an all-out romantic comedy (always wanted to write one of those, so I hope folks laugh!). Do Over comes to Carina on Oct. 4–and it’s completely different from anything I’ve ever written before. A couple takes an erotic trip down memory lane as they celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. On Oct. 5, Happy Hour comes to Samhain and my editor said it reminded her of Tequila Truth. It’s a cougar menage–very hot, very fun.
4) Who do you write for?
Samhain, Ellora’s Cave, Carina and Liquid Silver
5) What do you prefer, beer or wine?
Both. First beer to lay a base, then wine.
6) If you had to choose one, which would it be: Vodka or scotch?
Neither. Bourbon with a splash of diet Coke for color. LOL
7) Who would you choose to have a menage with? (Yep, you have to say):
Hmmm….Gerard Butler and Jamie from Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander.
Jeez—super tough question. Eeny, meeny, miney, mo–Sugar and Spice
9) Which is your favorite Mari Carr cover?
Tequila Truth. No question on that one.
Tequila Truth: An Excerpt
“What is your ultimate sex fantasy?” Heath filled the shot glasses with Jose Cuervo.
Colt grinned while Kylie groaned. “Christ. Surely we’ve answered that one before?” She knew they hadn’t, but this particular question made her uncomfortable. Quite frankly, she didn’t think her two testosterone-laden buddies were ready to hear about her fantasies. They believed her desires to be somewhat chaste. Silly men.
The trio had been following this same tradition since the early days of their friendship. Kylie initiated the celebration, calling it Tequila Truth, explaining that birthdays should be a time of reflection. The concept of the game was simple. The birthday boy—or girl in her case—posed a question and then each member drank a shot of tequila and answered. The only rule was the answer had to be completely honest.
Unfortunately, her attempt to bring deep introspection to her male roommates fell quite a bit short of the mark. They’d played the game since their freshman year of college and Heath’s questions always revolved around sex.
“That’s an easy one.” Colt licked the salt off his hand, downed the tequila and sucked the lime. Licking his lips, he settled in for a long story. He was nothing if not an imaginative storyteller. “I’ve got this busty blonde all to myself on a desert island. We’re stranded and she’s completely at my mercy. Begging me to save her and all that crap. She’s wearing nothing but a bikini top and thong, as all of her clothes were ripped off during the shipwreck.”
Kylie interrupted at this point. “Holy hell, Colt. Why do these imaginary women of yours always have to be blonde and stupid?”
Heath and Colt laughed, but she merely raised her eyebrow, waiting for his response.
Colt stopped laughing when she failed to join in. “Oh, that was a serious question? I thought it was one of those rhetorical ones.”
She grinned despite herself. Colt was the ultimate male chauvinist pig and, for some inexplicable reason, she adored him anyway. He and Heath were the best friends she’d ever had and she didn’t doubt both of them would lay down their lives for her. They’d mistaken her for a male—Kyle, not Kylie—when she wrote expressing a desire to share an apartment with them during their first year of college.
“So what are you doing to this blonde with questionable intellect?” Heath, as always, was relishing Colt’s detailed descriptions.
“Well, I don’t know if you know this about me or not, but I’m a man who likes to be in control.”
She gasped, as if amazed, and laid her hand on her heart. “No, absolutely not. I will never believe that of you.”
He grinned at her sarcasm and continued. “There’s some rope that’s washed up from the shipwreck and this chick is hot for me. I mean way hot. She starts begging me to take her.”
At this point in his story Kylie faked a bored yawn, but he continued anyway. “I grab the rope and take her over to a coconut tree. I throw the rope over one of the low-lying branches and tie her hands above her head.”
“Have you ever seen a coconut tree?” she asked. “The branches are miles off the ground.”
“Shit, it doesn’t matter what kind of tree. Kylie, will you let me finish?”
“Fine,” she answered shortly, pressing her thighs together. The problem with his fantasy was she knew exactly where it was going and she would be hard-pressed to hide her reaction. The idea of being tied up and left completely at a man’s mercy was certainly pretty high on her list of fantasies as well. Definitely in the top five.
“So I tie her to the tree with her hands above her head. She’s helpless that way and her whole body is mine to explore and possess. I pull the thong down her legs and throw it into the sea. I tell her on this island, she’ll always be naked, that she will never hide her body from me. I can tell she likes the way I’m talking to her, all stern and powerful and shit, because she starts squirming and whimpering.”
Kylie struggled to stop reacting in completely the same way.
“I tell her to open her legs and she does. When I touch her, the woman is dripping wet and hotter than hell. I nearly come in my pants right there because I want her so bad. I reach into the back pocket of my ripped-up shorts and pull out a knife.”
He paused briefly and looked at her. No doubt he expected her to make some smartass comment about the convenience of having a knife, but she was struggling to catch her breath, overwhelmed by her own arousal.
Colt, satisfied with her silence, continued talking. “I use the knife to cut off her bikini top and I have to step away because I’m telling you this girl is stacked, with a capital S. She’s got these enormous big brown nipples and they are pointing straight at me.”
He continued describing the woman’s body in detail until finally she cried, “Enough. I think we get the picture.”
“I’m not sure I do,” Heath joked and she sent him a nasty look. “Maybe visuals would help. I’ve got some dirty magazines in my closet leftover from high school days. We could find a model who fits your description.”
“Can I help it if I’m a breast man?” Colt asked the question with a look of injured innocence that fooled her not one bit.
“That’s a rhetorical question, right?” she asked and then lifted her hand in a gesture that said continue.
“Well, I was going to go in to detail about how I suck the life out of those babies, but I can skip ahead. You get the picture.”
“Hell yeah, I do. This fantasy is a thing of beauty.” Heath sighed with appreciation apparently enjoying Colt’s answer to his question.
“So once we’re both good and hot, I take off my shorts and tell her to wrap her legs around my waist. She’s holding on to the rope around her wrists and this woman is strong. She uses her toned legs and arms to fuck the hell out of my cock while she’s hanging there naked from the tree. She’s driving her cunt down on me hard and it’s all I can do to hold on to her hips.”
She swallowed hard as she imagined the woman riding him. Problem was the blonde wasn’t a blonde, but a redhead who looked suspiciously like her.
Heath adjusted his pants under the table without bothering to hide his arousal. If there was one thing she had gotten used to in seven years of living with these men, it was that they were always functioning at half-mast. Shit, a strong breeze could arouse her roommates—she never ceased to be amazed by their intense sexuality. Over the years, she’d watched the revolving door of women who passed in and out of their lives and she’d heard enough moaning and banging headboards through the walls to last her a lifetime.
She consoled herself with the thought that through it all, she was the one constant woman in Colt and Heath’s lives. Through college graduation and first jobs, broken hearts and promotions, she was the steady one, the reliable one, their buddy with boobs.
“That was hot, Colt, but not as hot as mine.” Heath poured another round of shots.
“So hit us with your best shot.” Colt picked up his tequila, clearly enjoying his pun and ready to continue with the drinking part of the celebration.
Heath drank his tequila shot and leaned forward. “In my fantasy, I’ve got this smokin’ hot babe spread across my lap and I’m spanking her full, firm ass. It’s flushed red with my handprint and she’s moving into my smacks while her arousal is dripping down her legs. She’s begging me for more and I’m giving it to her. Then she starts pleading for my hard cock. When I think she’s been punished enough, I push her down to the floor and tell her get on her hands and knees. Then I fuck her from behind, hard and fast. She’s so hot she’s burning the flesh off me, but I don’t care. I keep pounding into her tight cunt, while she’s crying and screaming for more.”
She sat motionless after his fantasy for several moments before she realized her mouth was gaping and she closed it.
Colt shook his head in obvious disgust. “That’s the problem with you, Heath. No foreplay. That was the worst description of a fantasy I’ve ever heard. You don’t build the scene or give good descriptions. You just go straight to the climax, so to speak.” When he finished chuckling about his second pun, he pushed her shot glass closer to her. “So what about you, little darlin’?”
Taking a deep breath, she licked the salt, swallowed the burning alcohol and skipped the lime. Before she could think about it, she heard her unspoken dream falling out of her mouth.
“In my ultimate sex fantasy, two guys are taking me the way you both described…at the same time.”
Mari is giving away a couple of prizes this week. Check out her posts at International Heat for your chance to win.
It’s hard not to mention Valerie’s name and not smile. She is the sweetest, nicest, most lovely person I know. It’s that simple.
Oh, and she creates absolutely stunning covers. What? You don’t believe me?
Check out her newest creation, made specially for me:
I know! It is utterly gorgeous. When I received it, I loved V just a little more.
I’ve taken the time to interview Valerie.
So read on to discover more about her.
1) How did you get into designing cover art for romance books?
Actually, it was something that happened at my day job that prompted the thought. They had let the marketing person go, and they needed someone with Photoshop skills to make some ads. I whipped up a couple of ads that they liked and thought to myself, why can’t I do this outside my day job? I’d been reading e-books for a while and thought, I should try my hand at this. I started small, I made some signature banners, and some other lady that won’t be mentioned, encouraged me to make the leap. Anne Rainey was a big help too. She let me make a cover for a freebie she was offering on her website. I then sent out a query to a publisher and offered to do one for free if they’d just give me a shot. They did, and the rest is cover art history.
2) To date, how many covers have you designed?
I think I’ve lost count. But over 100.
3) Which publishers do you design for?
Currently, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain, Loose-ID, Aspen Mountain, Lyrical Press, and Pink Petal/Jupiter Gardens.
4) Which is your favorite cover?
Wow, that’s like picking your favorite child… Hmmm… If I had to choose – from a technical standpoint, it would be As Timeless as Stone. It has the most elements and it took the longest to create. For sentimental reasons, I love the two covers I got to create for you. Boys Down Under and Visiting Paradise.
5) So, you and Joy have a new venture. Tell us about it.
Joy and I started Author Design Services (www.authordesignservices.com) as a way to help new authors, or really anyone, who needed a new website. We’re not a big design firm, but we wanted to give authors a chance at a decent starter site for a good price.
6) What would you rather eat: A a fillet steak, grilled to perfection, with steamed veggies and french fries, or a huge bowl of ice cream, assorted flavors, covered in whipped cream?
Can’t I have both? But if I had to choose, I’d pick the steak.
7) What would you rather wear in public: A bikini or a straight jacket?
A straight jacket. Refer to comment 6. You really don’t want to see this bod in a bikini. Seriously.
8) You’re about to indulge in a naughty menage. Just the three of you. Who’s with you? (And yes, you have to say.)
Christan Kane (Elliot from Leverage *drool*) and Clive Owen. *more drooling*
BTW – It’s V’s Birthday on the 9th of August, so I’m taking this opportunity to say…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY V!
Check out Valerie’s blogs at International Heat. See’s giving away super prizes.
Also, you can take a look at all of Valerie’s work here.
This week we welcome JR Patrick to the spotlight.
LOL, JR is very cool, and super to the point. Read on. You’ll understand whatI mean.
1) JR Patrick: Pen name or real name.
2) If it’s a pen name, where did it come from?
I won’t tell you that but I will say that Patrick is one of my hubby’s names.
3) How long have you been writing for?
About a year.
4) How did you get into writing erotic romance?
Jambrea Jo Jones made me.
5) What is your preferred genre?
m/m romance. It’s what I love to read most so that my first story idea was m/m made perfect sense.
6) Tell us about your books.
I have a short story, Only Yours, available at Dreamspinner Press. (Psst…it’s discounted until Wednesday).
Here’s the blurb:
When Dre asks his boyfriend Nate to move in, Nate leaves in the night without a word. Dre thinks he pushed too hard too fast, but the truth is a little more complicated. Nate is afraid Dre would dump him if Dre knew about his job in adult entertainment. Six months later, Dre is still beating himself up over scaring Nate away when they meet again… at a club where Nate works.
The idea for this story came from a unusually vivid dream I had. I was telling Jambrea about the dream and joked that it sounded like a story. She said, dead serious, “Write it!” And the rest was history.
7) Are you working on anything new?
Yes. I’m co-authoring an m/m romance with Jambrea. We’re only about halfway done so nothing much to share there yet.
8) Who would you rather have a threesome with? George Bush Jr and Sr, or Obama and Clinton?
That’s a no-brainer. lol Obama and Clinton of course.
9) Who would you choose to have a threesome with? (It can be any two people in the whole world, and yes, you have to answer!)
Eric and Alcide. No! Jason Statham and Daniel Crag! Wait! Can I have a five-some instead? (If you don’t know immediately who Eric and Alcide are, I’m truly sorry for your ignorance. hehe)
(Note from Jess. Sorry. Eric is all mine and only mine, and you may not have a threesome or fivesome with him. Ever. Pick someone else. NOW.)
10) Will there ever be world peace?
Nope, because there will always be greedy people.
11) You’re out shopping and come across that one item you know you have to have, regardless of price. What is it?
Sorry, this one stumped me. Probably because me “out shopping” is very rare. lol
12) Are you offering a prize for your Meet the Heat week??
There will be prizes throughout the week and a grand prize on Saturday which includes a $10 All Romance ebooks gift certificate.
A Quick excerpt from Only Yours. ‘
(For the rest of this excerpt, check out International Heat, and the other members blogs!)
The crackle of a wrapper opening sounded. The second dancer sheathed himself—one inch at a time.
Oh. My. God. They were going to fuck.
The second dancer squirted liquid into his palm and stroked his covered cock. He curved his upper body over his partner’s shoulder. The shorter dancer turned his head and they kissed. And kissed. Dre closed his eyes against the image of the two men kissing; it reminded him of what he didn’t have. Shutting out the vision didn’t work as he saw Nate behind his closed lids. The sound of a sharply indrawn breath prompted him to open his eyes, only to see that the second dancer had positioned himself at the entrance before him, penetrating slowly. Dre groaned and knew it was aloud this time.
Fuck, I need to get laid.
Yep another week of Meet the Heat, another week of fab prizes up for grabs.
And this week, we’re getting to know JJJ – or Jambrea Jo Jones – just a little better.
I’ve taken the chance to interview her. Oh, and I’ve included an excerpt from her beautiful short story, Heart Song.
So please, read on… (Oh, and psst. She has funny taste in food. But don’t tell her I told you.)
BTW, JJJ has a few cool prizes on offer. If you wanna know more, read this blog, then head on over to International Heat.
1) When I met you, you were reviewing for Joyfully Reviewed. Did you enjoy that?
I loved reviewing. I was supposed to give it up for my writing, but that Joyous just keeps pulling me back in!
2) Now your books are the ones being reviewed. How does that feel?
I love that too. lol I like to see what people are saying and if they find something they don’t like, I try to make it better in my next book.
3) How many books do you have now?
Good think I have a reference guide for this. heehee There are ten.
Forever Guy in the One Touch One Glance Anthology From Freya’s Bower
Runaway Man from Freya’s Bower
Unseen Path from eXtasy
Unwinding Path from eXtasy
Heart Song from eXtasy
Semper Fi: Magnus from Liquid Silver
The Seeds of Dawn: Dreams in the Over the Moon Anthology from Total e-Bound
Stealing Michael in the Stealing my Heart Anthology from Total e-Bound
Retribution from Total E-Bound
Appealing Proposal from Ellora’s Cave
You can find more info about JJJ’s books on her website:
4) How many coming soons do you have?
I have two, right now, that are coming soon.
Love by Design from Total e-Bound
Steamy Reunion form Ellora’s Cave
5) Which is your favorite out of all your books and why?
This one is hard. I really like all of my books. I’ll pick two. One is m/f and one is m/m. My m/f favorite is Magnus because it is military and romantic suspense. Two things I love. Magnus is hot and Emily is tough and rocks. The m/m that is my favorite it Retribution. It’s sci-fi, another one of my loves. The two men have to go through a lot to fine their love.
6) Which heroine/hero do you think most closely resembles you?
Goodness. I think they each have a piece of me I don’t think I could pick one who is the most like me. I think I would most want to be like Emily. She has a dream job and get to get down and dirty with the marines.
7) What would you rather eat: onion and olive flavored ice cream or fried grasshoppers?
Um…gross! lol I’ll go with fried grasshoppers. I think I could crunch through those pretty quick and I’ve heard they are a delicacy.
8) Who would you choose to have a menage with? (Yes, you have to say!)
My characters? Rock and Zander um…they haven’t been written yet so I guess I’ll say Kain and Rave. You meet Rock in their story. I picked Rock and Zander because they are both bi and I like my boys to touch. Kain and Rave are gay…they might not like me joining in. heehee
9) Who would you least like to have a menage with? (and yes, you have to answer.)
Ahhh….Jabba the Hut and one of his minions? heehee
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All Rights Reserved, eXtasy Books
Rafe lost his love, but did he really have it to begin with? He finds out more than he bargained for after the death of his ex-lover. Will he ever find the love he is looking for?
The man’s voice sounded rough with tears. My heart ached for him. I may have lost an ex-lover, but he’d lost his father. I swung back around to face Charlie’s son. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I looked at his face, so different from Charlie’s. Stewart had moss green eyes and dark brown hair caressed his brow. He had laugh lines and a tiny spattering of freckles along his nose. A far cry from Charlie’s stoic blond good looks, brown eyes and a face that didn’t look lived in. Something I remembered about Charlie. He didn’t smile often. I wondered if he was ever happy.
I felt my cock harden as I took in the beauty of his son. I needed to get away from the delicious looking man. I couldn’t do this to him. Not here, not today. I hoped my erection wasn’t noticeable.
“You’re Rafe. Rafe Wilson, right?”
I was stunned he knew my name. How did he know me when I had no idea he even existed. “Ah…yes, that’s me.”
“My father told me about you.” He spoke so softly I almost didn’t hear him.
“He did?” I sounded surprised, even I could hear it in my voice.
“Yes. About a week before he died, he called me and told me there was someone I needed to meet, someone who might need me to take care of him. I didn’t know what to make of it, to tell you the truth. Now that I look back, he must have known he wouldn’t be around much longer.”
“What? I don’t think I understand.”
“He loved you, you know. Dad told me he couldn’t love you the way you deserved. He wanted me to know you didn’t care about his money, but you loved him with every fiber of your being. That was important to him. Dad also told me you’d finally left him for good. Then he told me I had to meet you.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t–I–” I ran away. Staying and listening to a stranger tell me Charlie’s feelings was too much. And what the fuck was he thinking, telling his son to come find me. Matchmaking from the grave? I didn’t recognize my voice as a hysterical laugh slipped from my throat. I had to leave, now. I couldn’t stay in this house any longer, too many memories nipping at my heels and I couldn’t let them pull me under.
(Note from Jess: I love this cover so much, I thought I’d just make sure everyone got a look see.)
Thanx JJJ, for the interview,
Ah, Jayne! What can I say about her? She is a brilliant, brilliant author, writes scorching hot, emotionally charged love stories, has mastered the art of m/m, m/m/f and /m/f/m scenes, and is charting new territories with her m/m/m/m/m/m/m/m/m/m/m/f books.
Jayne’s releases head straight for no 1 on the bestseller lists, and tend to stay on those lists for a very long time.
Of all her books, and she’s written some crackers (I love, love, love Night is Darkest), Jayne’s first release is still my favorite. Picture Perfect is available now at Ellora’s Cave, and you can find out more about it by scrolling down to the end of this post.
I’ve taken this opportunity to interview the lovely Jayne. (And yes, she really is lovely, even if her answers reveal her to be a tiny bit twisted…)
So, please welcome…
1) Jayne Rylon: Pen name or real name?
2) Where did you come up with the name?
I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you. It’s a combination of my grandmother’s street name and my real name.
(Note from Jess. Yeah, I warned you. Twisted. But wait, you ain’t seen nothing yet.)
3) You’ve come a long way since we did the Menage and More anthology together. Tell us about your writing and your books since then.
It’s in no small part to you and Lorelei that I am where I am today. The menage and more antho was a big part of getting my name out there. I’d only had one other release before that time so no one knew who I was (not that I’m a household name today or anything, lol!). I really appreciate the opportunity I was given to participate in the project with two outstanding authors who inspired me to keep going.
So… since that time, there’s been a lot going on. I’m working on the Powertools series which is a collection of extended menage short stories, the first of which was Kate’s Crew. Book two, Morgan’s Surprise will be out from Samhain in January with two more to follow. In addition, I’ve been writing the Men in Blue series of novels which run the gamut from m/m/f to straight m/f to BDSM. Plus, the fabulous Mari Carr and I have a four book co-authored series in the works for next year. I’ve also been involved in the Cougar Challenge series at Ellora’s Cave with Driven and the sequel to that book which both rely heavily on international travel settings. Plus, my first Exotika release at EC is coming soon! And… well, like I said, there’s a lot going on. For those who aren’t asleep by now they can check out the books page on my site for more deets.
(Note from Jess: Yeah, it’s all thanx to Lorelei and myself that Jayne is a brilliant author. Her skill had nothing to do with her success.)
(4) m/f ,m/f/m. m/m/f, or m/m/m/m/m/m/m/mm/f. Which do you enjoy writing the most?
Clearly it’s got to be the mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm variety. I mean, it’s even a sound that sounds good. Plus, the covers are yummy. What can I say?
5) Which character in your book most closely resembles you?
I don’t think any of my characters are like me. There are tiny little slivers of things that come from my experience (no, not the good parts) like the places in my books–I’ve never written about a location I haven’t been to–or Alexa’s car in Nice and Naughty. I do actually drive a silver convertible. But, I like to think all of my heroines are extraordinary people and I’m just me. Nothing heroic to look at here.
6) Who is your favorite hero?
Of all my heroes, I think I like Razor the most right now. (That’s Razor from Razor’s Edge). He’s young, makes mistakes, has a crapload of stuff dumped on him and keeps charging through. I can’t wait for his book to release (in November!). I have a feeling Jeremy Radison might pass him up when I get to the next book in the series, though. It’s one of the greatest things about writing connected books. You really live with these characters for a long time. I’ll be sad when I’ve told all the Men in Blue stories.
7) Who would you choose to have a menage with? It can be anyone, and it doesn’t have to be limited to three of you. (And yes, you have to answer.)
I have to answer? We’re going to have to talk about your “friendly” interviews, Jess. Uhhhh… Ranger and Joe Morelli. Enough said.
8) Let’s throw you into the “Indecent Proposal” scenario. You and your hubby are struggling. Money’s tight. Reaaalllllly tight. And then out of the blue a handsome stranger offers you a million dollars to sleep with him. Would you do it? (Remember, honesty please.)
I’d go ahead and let the guy sleep with my husband as long as I could watch. Oh, what, that’s not what you meant? And husband, if you see this… I’m just kidding. Really.
(Note from Jess: What did I tell you about the twisted thing???)
Conn Hennessey would give his father’s properties to ravish the woman he watches every night as an unwilling voyeur. Dana is uninhibited, passionate and gorgeous, but he would never settle for spying on her if he had the chance to ease the loneliness she confesses to him often.
Trapped in a cursed painting nine hundred years ago, a millennium of experience convinces Conn that Dana is his soul mate. Observing her without being able to caress her, to bring all her sensual desires to reality, is an unending torment—until All Hallow’s Eve magic gives him a shot at freeing them both.
During one wild night, he fulfills Dana’s fantasies. Come morning, can he convince her of what he knows to be true? He’s not an imposter pretending to be the man of her dreams. They were destined to be together and he has twenty-four passion-filled hours to break the spell or be condemned to his prison, alone, for all of eternity.
The clock is ticking.
The fiery nymph on display in her luxurious bed made up for at least twenty of the boring years Conn Hennessey had spent in a dusty attic, covered with a canvas tarp. Her beauty staggered him. Her long legs, spread apart directly in front of him, granted him clear access to admire her freshly waxed mound.
Sweet gods! The need to take her, to consume her, tormented him. Doomed to observe, his eyelids refused to close as manners required. Forced to watch, Conn couldn’t even relieve his own arousal as his body demanded. Nine hundred years of torture had taught him any attempt to move was futile. No matter how badly he longed to wrap his hand around his throbbing cock, his arm might as well have been made of steel. It would not budge. The roar of impotent rage bubbling within him would never break through his mouth, forever sealed in that nasty grimace of shock and outrage.
Dana stared straight into his eyes as she inched the shiny material of her garment up her supple belly, innocently setting him ablaze. Her innate sensuality distracted him, pulling him from his fit of anger. Resigned to his fate, Conn admitted the situation could be worse. Her earlier phone conversation had been muffled by the partially closed door. The dread building inside his heart as he listened to Dana’s extended grooming ritual subsided now that he realized she hadn’t been arranging a tryst with a lover.
Though she’d never brought a man home for sex in her bed, she indulged in occasional affairs. Conn lived vicariously through the steamy stories she related to him about her limited sexual experiences, always devising ways he could have improved her pleasure. He stored memories for the long and lonely times when nothing happened, when his owner deserted the house, leaving him with nothing to occupy his mind. During those stretches of unbearable quiet, he fantasized about what he would do to her if only he could.
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