Coming Soon: Red Hot Winter (Print)

I’ve recently discovered the Red Hot Winter anthology, co-written with authors Lexxie Couper and Delilah Devlin, will be releasing in print in December 2011.

Not only that…we also have the cover art already.

What do you think?

And for curious minds, here’s the blurb:


Two men, one woman and some red-hot loving.

True Heart by Delilah Devlin

True can’t believe his brother Lonny rented out their isolated hunting cabin to a city girl. With a herd to keep alive, who has time to babysit? Erotica writer Honey needs no distractions to finish her next book, but the Wyatt brothers set her imagination free. Then a fire forces her to seek shelter under their roof—and the temptation to do some “research” is overpowering.

Winter Fire by Jess Dee

Rachel and Jackson can’t imagine being with anyone else, but Jackson never dates his twin sister’s friends. At the twins’ birthday weekend at a mountain resort, Rachel tries to forget him by indulging in a fling. Garreth weaves a fantasy that brings Jackson to their bed. Funny thing about his fantasies…they have a way of coming true.

Triple Dare by Lexxie Couper

Anna can see trouble is written all over Joseph and Rob, two sexy Aussies on a snowboarding trip to the Rockies. Sure enough, they end up needing her survival skills. Stuck in a remote cabin, the temperatures rise until a double dare turns into a triple threat.

Warning: These stories contain two men loving one woman in ways that break every fire code invented and are guaranteed to warm you on the coldest winter night.



Australian Romance Readers Awards 2010

Ooh, I’m being very lazy here.

See the ARRA have put up such an easy, concise post about the winners of the ARR Awards 2010, I thought I’d just copy and post their blog

ARR Awards: 2010 winners

The winners of the 2010 Australian Romance Readers Awards were announced at the awards dinner on 26 March. Congratulations to all the winners:

  • Favourite Paranormal Romance
    (sponsored by Galaxy Bookshop)
    - Bonds of Justice by Nalini Singh
  • Favourite Sci-Fi, Urban Fantasy or Futuristic Romance
    - Archangel’s Kiss by Nalini Singh
  • Favourite Short Category Romance
    (sponsored by Harlequin Australia)
    - The Billionaire Baby Bombshell by Paula Roe
  • Favourite Historical Romance
    (sponsored by Ever After The Romance Book Specialists)
    - My Reckless Surrender by Anna Campbell
  • Favourite Contemporary Romance
    (sponsored by Romantic Reflections)
    - Home is Where the Bark Is by Kandy Shepherd
  • Favourite Erotic Romance
    - Raising the Stakes by Jess Dee
  • Favourite Romantic Suspense
    (sponsored by Love Books)
    - Border Watch by Helene Young
  • Favourite Continuing Romance Series
    - Psy/Changeling series by Nalini Singh
  • Favourite Australian Romance Author of 2010
    (sponsored by Melanie Milburne)
    - Anna Campbell


Er, did any of you happen to notice the the winner of the Favorite Erotic Romance?

If not, here’s a little clue:


Congrats to all the other winners. I’m honored to have stood beside you holding that award!

(From left: Kandy Shepard, Nalini Singh, Paula Roe, Anna Campbell, Moi, Helene Young)


Jenna and Garreth

Since the release of Winter Fire in January, I’ve had loads of emails asking whether I’ll be writing Jenna and Garreth’s story.

I’ve even noticed a few curious search engine terms on my blog:

‘Jess Dee Winter Fire sequel’

‘Jenna Garreth Jess Dee’

I apologize to everyone who doesn’t already know the answer to this.

YES! I am writing their story. In fact, I’m about 3000 words short of completing the book.

I have tentatively titled it “Ties That Bind”, but that may change.

If you’re curious, here’s a little excerpt. A short, not so sweet, and very unedited excerpt. (Please don’t hold spelling and grammar mistakes against me. This is a very rough draft!)

TIES THAT BIND: An Unedited Excerpt

(Comment from Jess, added a few hours after posting this blog:  Oops, just noticed I’d already posted the excerpt in my blog a few days ago. (Yeah, yeah, I’m losing my mind. I know.) So now I’ve changed it to a different one. You can read the original excerpt here.)

He began to sweat. “Jenna-girl,” he coaxed, “tell me you love me.”

She shook her head.

“Say it, Jenn.” Christ, he needed to hear the words. “Say ‘I love you, Garreth.’”

“I…” She broke off. Shook her head again.

“It’s easy. Listen, I’ll go first. I love you, Jenna Brooks. I have since the moment I met you. I love everything about you. I love how you stick to your beliefs and your scruples. I love how you put your friends and family first. I love how you love them. I love how hard you try and control your environment, how you’ve made it work for you. I love how determined you are to put your trauma aside, how you triumphed in spite of it. And I love how hard you’re trying to deny you love me.” He stopped, frowned and shook his head. “Uh, actually no, I don’t love that part. I hate it. But it’s making me horny as the devil, knowing you love me, knowing you’re making me work to prove I love you. You’re making me chase you, and believe me Jenn, I love a good chase. Especially when the prize is you.”

He took a breath. Gazed at her. Lost the very breath he’d just taken.

She looked half parts utterly smitten with him, and half parts utterly terrified.

“Tell me you love me, Jenna.”

Finally, finally, finally she spoke, and the words lodged in his heart like an arrow. “You fucked my best friend.”

He saw red. And for the first time ever, lost his cool with her. He lost it in a spectacular fashion. “Yes, I did.” He roared. “I fucked your best friend. I met her, I seduced her and I fucked her. I got her into my room, I got her naked, and I fucked her. And guess what? She fucked me too. We fucked each other.”

She stared at him, aghast.

“I knew who she was too. Right from the beginning. Knew she was the love of Jackson’s life. Knew she was your best friend. And guess what? It didn’t stop me. It encouraged me. I fucked her, and I let Jackson know I fucked her.”

“Bastard,” she spat at him.

“You know why I did it? You know why I fucked her?”

“Because you’re a moral-less, son of a bitch who doesn’t care who gets hurt?”

Bong. Wrong! I did it for you. For you and for your coward-assed brother.”

“Well, gee, give the man a hand,” Jenna cheered sarcastically. “What a hero. Fucking a woman for the sake of his best friend and the woman he loves. A real fucking hero alright.”

“A real fucking hero knows what he wants and goes after it. Especially if what he wants, wants exactly the same thing he does. I want you, Jenna. I love you. You love me too. I was sick and tired of your excuses. Yours and Jackson. Both of you. Using the pact as an excuse. Putting it before your own happiness. Someone had to make you see the pact had outlived its usefulness. It wasn’t protecting you. Either of you. It was making you unhappy. It was making us all unhappy. You, me, Jackson and Rachel.”

“Ah, so you slept with Rachel to cheer her up? To cheer yourself up?”

“I slept with Rachel because someone had to open your eyes. Yours and your brother’s. Someone had to make you see clearly. I slept with her because I knew it would make Jackson jealous as hell. Jealous enough to make him act, finally. Jealous enough to make him break the pact. Because if he didn’t break it, you never would. If he didn’t free you from it, I could never have you.”


I’ll post more when it’s done, and let you know about release dates too. I promise.




Color me excited.

Full House is available now for Pre-order at Samhain Publishing.

And… it’s discounted. Yep, instead of paying the full price of $3.50, if you order it now, it’s yours for the discounted price of $2.45.

In my books, that’s quite a bargain.


You can order your copy right here.

Forgotten what Full House is all about?

No worries. Here’s the blurb and a short, sneaky excerpt for your pleasure.

FULL HOUSE: The blurb

A full house beats a pair any day.

Three of a Kind, Book 3

It’s been a long, lonely business trip for diamond dealer Max Ashberg. He’s missed his lover like crazy, and he’s come to the realization that he’s ready to take the next step: nominate himself to be Trev’s new housemate. Except when he gets to Trev’s place, there’s someone living in “his” room. A woman—with the face of an angel.

Six weeks shouldn’t make a huge difference in a man’s life, but in that time lawyer Trev Greenfield has realized two things: He wants much more than a standing Friday night “date” with Max. And he’s falling heart-over-head for his new housemate, potter Grace Miles.

Grace never meant to fall for Trev, but when a power failure turns their chemistry into live electricity, there’s no denying the spark. There’s also no denying the shock when Grace discovers a naked man in her new home.

With Grace poised to run and Max teetering between confusion and growing lust for the delicious possibilities, Trev has his hands full trying to hold the two loves of his life together…before they slip through his fingers. Leaving them all with shattered hearts.

Product Warnings: There’s a lot of sex in this book. I mean a lot! Hot sex. Sweaty sex. Gay sex. Straight sex. Ménage sex (M/M/F and M/F/M). Oh, and romantic sex. Lots of romantic sex. Hot romantic sex. Sweaty romantic sex. Gay romantic sex… You getting the picture?

FULL HOUSE: An Excerpt

WARNING: Contains scenes not appropriate for anyone under the age of 18!

“Wanting her like I do knocked me sideways, I can tell you that.” He lowered his towel and stepped close to Max. So close their thighs touched. And their dicks. “I never expected to feel this way about her. Not when I feel so much for you.”

Trev’s cock twitched from the contact alone. And the scent. Max hadn’t yet showered. He smelled of sex. And of Max. And of Trev. He smelled so damn fine Trev was tempted to drop to his knees and inhale Max whole.

But he couldn’t. He had to get to Grace.

Besides, Max’s body had turned rigid when Trev mentioned his feelings for Grace.

“For months you’ve been the only one I want. I fucking hated it when you were away,” Trev told the other man.

Max raised an eyebrow.

“Know how many times I jerked off to images of us making love, like we just did?” Trev asked.

Max shook his head. “No.”

“Every freaking night,” Trev admitted. “And most mornings too,” he added with a grin.

Max’s eyes became hooded and his cock shifted against Trev’s, but his tone remained impartial as he asked, “What about…Grace? You jerk off to fantasies about her as well?”

Trev stilled. “I did.”

Max stiffened further, his muscles tensing against Trev.

“I jerked off to fantasies about both of you.” He was taking a chance being this honest. Max might listen to what he had to say, then turn his back and walk away. “I came imagining I was making love to her, and I came imaging you were making love to me. And I nearly fucking bust a nut imagining both of us taking Grace at the same time.”

Max grimaced. “Don’t be shy to tell me what you really fantasized about.”



Yep. I warned you. A short, hot excerpt.

Full House releases on the 12th of April at Samhain!


Facebook Firsts Party

Join the International Heat authors for their First Facebook party all day Saturday, March 19. Simply hop from page to page to read excerpts from the first books in each of their series. Lots of red-hot snippets and Prizes!

Participating authors:

Rhian Cahill, Mari Carr, Lexxie Couper, Jess Dee, Lila Dubois, Jambrea Jo Jones, Anne Rainey, Jayne Rylon

See you there!


My current inspiration

I’m in the middle of writing the sequel to Winter Fire, tentatively entitled Ties That Bind (yes, that’s Jenna and Garreth’s story for all of you who’ve been asking) and I’ve found a song that’s inspiring me to write more and more.

I’ve only just recently discovered the wonder of The Script, but now I’m busy downloading a whole ton of their songs. (Can’t seem to help myself. Have you heard the voice of the lead singer, Danny O’Donaghue? It’s exquisite!)

This song is beyond beautiful, and every time I hear it, I just wanna write another love scene.

What do you think?

I know. Takes my breath away too.

So, you wanna see a little peak preview of the book? An unedited preview of the unfinished book?

Okay then…but please. No comment about bad spelling or grammar. This is a first draft!

Ties That Bind: A sneak peek

Seeing her all tied up was killing him. It made his heart beat fast and furious, demanding he touch her, hold her. Make her his. Once and for all. He could take her, just like that, bound to the chair, so she was powerless to refuse him.
The idea made him hard as a freaking pole.
Impossible idea though. He couldn’t do it.
“You know I hate you, don’t you?” she asked, very slowly and very clearly.
He dragged his gaze back to her face, looked into the eyes he longed to see brimming over with lust and desire for him again. The way she’d looked at him in the mountains, her eyes glazed with hunger… Christ, he’d dreamed about it every fucking night since.
Garreth shook his head, negating her words, seeing them for the lie they both knew they were. “You don’t hate me, Jenn. You hate that you can’t hate me, no matter what happened between us.”
Her eyes glittered. Not with hatred though. For all Jenna’s bluster, hatred was not something she felt for Garreth. The glitter reflected her struggle to maintain control. Her struggle not to give away one tiny glimpse of real emotion. She’d fight tooth and nail to hide her feelings, because that was Jenna. Hide it. Control it. Do not, under any circumstances, ever, confront it.
“Nothing happened between us.” She gave a nonchalant shrug.
Garreth couldn’t repress the smile that tugged on his lips. An arrogant, I-know-better smile. Because he did know better. He knew intimately better. “Nothing, hmm?”
Jenna stiffened and looked over his shoulder, refusing to meet his gaze. Fine with him. He could stare at her breasts again. Fantasize. Wish.
And he could challenge her. In fact, he relished the idea. “So by nothing, you mean you never threw yourself at me? Never stripped naked in my arms and demanded I fuck you until we both forgot our names?” The memory twisted his balls. Made them hard as stone. Jenna, naked and shivering in his arms. Naked and pleading with him, to take her, finally. Make her his.
If he hadn’t relived that moment a thousand fucking times…