Thursday, August 21, 2014

Meet the hero: Joe from Taming Tara

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And today let's meet another hero from one of those newly price reduced books! Here's Joe Scaletta from Taming Tara.





Joe is a strong, dominant, take-charge guy, decisive and maybe a leeeetle bit bossy and arrogant. His successful business career came to a crashing halt when he discovered accounting improprieties at the tech company he worked for. When he tried to bring them to the attention of his superiors, he ended up taking the fall for them and being charged with corruption and grand larceny. He got off…but just try finding a job after that! Lucky for him, his grandma in Santa Barbara knew someone who needed a manager. So now he’s starting a new job working for... Santa Ynez Olives. What a come down! But he’s going to make the best of it and is determined to do a good job. If the boss’s grand-daughter will let him…

Here’s a little excerpt from Taming Tara:

Tara awoke later that night, the lamp still on, almost startled to find herself in bed with a big warm male body, his hair-roughed arms around her and one hairy muscled leg twined with hers. His soft breathing told her he was asleep.
Remembering her astonishment at the size of him when he’d removed his pants, she slid a hand down his side, over his square hip bone and lifted the covers enough that she could peek down at their bodies. His penis, soft but still impressive, lay against her thigh, thick and heavy, his balls beneath it fat and round. Her gaze was glued there, studying the perfect shape of the round head of his penis, when he twitched against her. She dropped the duvet and her eyes flew up to his, which were now open and watching her with amusement.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked, his voice raspy. She pressed her lips together in embarrassment, then she shrugged.
“I’ve seen bigger.”
“Bullshit.” He rolled her onto her back and pinned her down. A small gasp escaped her lips. His eyes gleamed wickedly, his mouth curved and those dimples flitted across his cheeks. His face was really dark now with scruffy beard and she put a hand up to touch his cheek, to stroke the roughness there. He closed his eyes briefly at her touch, rubbed his cheek against her hand. “I guess I need to shave.”
“You’re a little rough.”
“Yeah.” He held her gaze. “But you like it rough. Don’t you, Tara?” His voice was a velvet seduction.
“Um…”
He kissed her mouth and she felt him hardening, lengthening against her thigh. “I know what you like.”
“You do not.”
He arched a brow. “You’re going to argue with me? Now?”
She blinked.
“Go ahead,” he invited her. “It turns me on when you argue with me.” And he kissed her again, igniting every nerve ending. Jesus. She’d been fighting with him ever since he arrived and here she’d been turning him on. Talk about the wrong strategy!
And yet the knowledge she affected him that way made her all warm and syrupy.


 

Friday, August 15, 2014

Meet the hero: Dr. Dev Fillmore from Power Struggle



With the prices reduced on many of my Ellora's Cave books, I thought I'd introduce you to some of the heroes of those books. This week we'll meet Dev from Power Struggle; Joe from Taming Tara; and Gabe from Power Shift. First up is Dev.


 Photo: With the prices reduced on many of my Ellora's Cave books, I thought I'd introduce you to some of the heroes of those books. This week we'll meet Dev from Power Struggle; Joe from Taming Tara; and Gabe from Power Shift. First up is Dev.

Meet Dr. Devlin Fillmore from Power Struggle (now only $3.00 at Amazon!)

Don’t let the boyish good looks fool you…Dev is a physician and good at his job. He’s caring and determined and principled. He takes his physician vow to "do no harm" very seriously. So it’s a big challenge for him when he falls for a woman who likes a little pain… Can he learn to give Tori what she needs? Or will his principles stand in the way of a relationship with the woman he loves?

Here’s a short excerpt from Power Struggle:

Dev paused next to Tori Markham. He’d spotted her from across the room—the little blonde in a strapless black gown speeding across the ballroom on crutches had attracted looks from more than just him. 
“Okay, seriously, I think three times is a sign,” he said, smiling down at her. 
Her lips curved into what appeared to be a reluctant smile. “Three times?”
“Yeah.” He was crazy, but dammit, he was attracted to her. “Three times we’ve run into each other now. It has to be a sign. That maybe we should go out, or something.”
Her smile disappeared and she lowered herself into the chair at the table. “Sorry,” she said. “I have to sit down. I got really tired and my ankle hurts.”
He pulled out another chair and dropped into it, sliding it close enough that their knees touched. “Are you okay? Want me to get you something?”
“I’d love a drink, but I’m afraid of getting drunk and falling down again.”
“You fall down drunk often?”
Her laughter warmed him inside. “No, of course not.”
“Then have a drink. What can I get you?”
“Um…maybe a glass of wine. Those martinis pack a punch.”
“Okay. Be right back.”
He’d ditched his parents and their friends to chase Tori, but they’d be fine without him. They’d just dragged him to this shindig to introduce him as the newest partner at the clinic. He snagged two glasses of white wine—shit. Did she want red or white? He paused. He’d go with the white. He wasn’t wasting any time when Tori was sitting there alone. No doubt some other guy would be putting the moves on her if he didn’t get right back there. An urgent possessiveness gripped him. 
But she still sat there alone, listening to the music judging by the small movements of her body. He handed her a glass of wine.
“Thank you.”
“No problem. So. Are you here alone?” Crap. What if she had a date with her?
“I’m with my director. It’s a business thing.”
“Oh. Okay.” What did that mean, her director? Her boss? Whatever. He swallowed a mouthful of wine.
“What about you?” She eyed him with those sapphire blue eyes over the rim of her glass as she sipped. 
He rolled his eyes. “My parents dragged me here.” At the look on her face, he instantly regretted his words. She already thought he was a dorky kid, and then he had to say that. Christ! He gave himself a mental smack on the back of the head. “I’m taking over my dad’s practice,” he continued. “He’s retiring. Well, he’s supposed to be retiring. They thought it would be good PR to come to this.”
She nodded. “I guess so.”
He almost started telling her about how annoying his dad was being about this whole retirement thing, but his problems were kind of a downer and not something she likely wanted to hear. “I guess dancing is out of the question tonight, huh?” he said instead with a grin.
She gave him a crooked smile. “I guess so.” She sighed. “This is such a pain.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll be better in no time.”
“If you say so, Dr. Fillmore.”
Was she making a joke by calling him that? But no...duh ! He was a complete dork! She probably didn’t know his name! 
 “I guess we weren’t really properly introduced, were we?” he said. 
“No,” she murmured.
He stuck out his hand. “Devlin Fillmore. Dev for short.”
“Well, you know my name. Victoria Markham. Tori for short.”
They shook hands, smiling into each other’s eyes, maintaining both the eye contact and the hand contact for a long, drawn out moment. Her hand was small and fragile in his and his body tightened. He dragged his gaze away from her face, letting it slide over small bare shoulders, down over delicate breasts outlined by layers of sheer black fabric. An urge to lean forward and lick her shoulder swept over him, an intense burning desire to taste her skin, to put his mouth on her, to eat her up. His body started to move toward her…
Get a grip, man. 
“So,” he croaked. “About that going out thing.”
She yanked her hand back out of his and frowned. “Don’t be silly.”
Not quite the answer he’d been hoping for. “What’s silly about it?” He frowned too. She gave him a stern look back, but he’d seen the heat and feminine interest in her eyes seconds ago.
“First of all, I don’t think doctors are supposed to date their patients.”
“You’re not my patient. Not since you walked out of the urgent care center the other day.”
She pressed her lips together briefly. “Well, there’s also the fact that I’m way too old for you.”
He laughed. 
Her eyes widened. 
“That’s ridiculous,” he scoffed. 
“You’re twenty-nine. You’re a baby.”
Heat swept up from beneath his dress shirt and tie and into his cheeks, and surged through his veins. Jesus, he was sick of hearing that. He narrowed his eyes at her. She squirmed a bit in her seat. “A baby, huh?” Now he did lean forward, close enough to brush his mouth over her ear. “I don’t think so, sweet thing.” She tried to ease away from him but the back of her chair kept her in place. “I am most definitely…all…grown…up.” He nuzzled her exotic-scented hair, drifted his lips over the curve of her jaw, hovered near her mouth, her lips parted. He waited. Neither of them breathed. Then he kissed her, a slow, soft brush of mouths with just a hint of tongue lingering on her bottom lip. 
He pulled back and met her gaze, her blue eyes wide and dark. She swallowed and lifted a hand to her hair. They sat there, nearly nose to nose, just looking at each other. Heat curled inside him.
“Don’t give me that bullshit about age,” he finally said, very softly. “You know that doesn’t make a damn bit of difference.”

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Power-Struggle-Kelly-Jamieson-ebook/dp/B0042JTAFQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1407685169&sr=1-1&keywords=power+struggle+kelly+jamieson

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iBooks https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/power-struggle/id877629703?mt=11



Meet Dr. Devlin Fillmore from Power Struggle (now only $3.00 at Amazon!)

Don’t let the boyish good looks fool you…Dev is a physician and good at his job. He’s caring and determined and principled. He takes his physician vow to "do no harm" very seriously. So it’s a big challenge for him when he falls for a woman who likes a little pain… Can he learn to give Tori what she needs? Or will his principles stand in the way of a relationship with the woman he loves?

Here’s a short excerpt from Power Struggle:

D
ev paused next to Tori Markham. He’d spotted her from across the room—the little blonde in a strapless black gown speeding across the ballroom on crutches had attracted looks from more than just him.



“Okay, seriously, I think three times is a sign,” he said, smiling down at her.



Her lips curved into what appeared to be a reluctant smile. “Three times?”



“Yeah.” He was crazy, but dammit, he was attracted to her. “Three times we’ve run into each other now. It has to be a sign. That maybe we should go out, or something.”



Her smile disappeared and she lowered herself into the chair at the table. “Sorry,” she said. “I have to sit down. I got really tired and my ankle hurts.”



He pulled out another chair and dropped into it, sliding it close enough that their knees touched. “Are you okay? Want me to get you something?”



“I’d love a drink, but I’m afraid of getting drunk and falling down again.”



“You fall down drunk often?”



Her laughter warmed him inside. “No, of course not.”



“Then have a drink. What can I get you?”



“Um…maybe a glass of wine. Those martinis pack a punch.”



“Okay. Be right back.”



He’d ditched his parents and their friends to chase Tori, but they’d be fine without him. They’d just dragged him to this shindig to introduce him as the newest partner at the clinic. He snagged two glasses of white wine—shit. Did she want red or white? He paused. He’d go with the white. He wasn’t wasting any time when Tori was sitting there alone. No doubt some other guy would be putting the moves on her if he didn’t get right back there. An urgent possessiveness gripped him.



But she still sat there alone, listening to the music judging by the small movements of her body. He handed her a glass of wine.



“Thank you.”



“No problem. So. Are you here alone?” Crap. What if she had a date with her?
“I’m with my director. It’s a business thing.”

“Oh. Okay.” What did that mean, her director? Her boss? Whatever. He swallowed a mouthful of wine.

“What about you?” She eyed him with those sapphire blue eyes over the rim of her glass as she sipped.

He rolled his eyes. “My parents dragged me here.” At the look on her face, he instantly regretted his words. She already thought he was a dorky kid, and then he had to say that. Christ! He gave himself a mental smack on the back of the head. “I’m taking over my dad’s practice,” he continued. “He’s retiring. Well, he’s supposed to be retiring. They thought it would be good PR to come to this.”



She nodded. “I guess so.”

He almost started telling her about how annoying his dad was being about this whole retirement thing, but his problems were kind of a downer and not something she likely wanted to hear. “I guess dancing is out of the question tonight, huh?” he said instead with a grin.



She gave him a crooked smile. “I guess so.” She sighed. “This is such a pain.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll be better in no time.”



“If you say so, Dr. Fillmore.”



Was she making a joke by calling him that? But no...duh ! He was a complete dork! She probably didn’t know his name!



“I guess we weren’t really properly introduced, were we?” he said.



“No,” she murmured.



He stuck out his hand. “Devlin Fillmore. Dev for short.”



“Well, you know my name. Victoria Markham. Tori for short.”



They shook hands, smiling into each other’s eyes, maintaining both the eye contact and the hand contact for a long, drawn out moment. Her hand was small and fragile in his and his body tightened. He dragged his gaze away from her face, letting it slide over small bare shoulders, down over delicate breasts outlined by layers of sheer black fabric. An urge to lean forward and lick her shoulder swept over him, an intense burning desire to taste her skin, to put his mouth on her, to eat her up. His body started to move toward her…



Get a grip, man.



“So,” he croaked. “About that going out thing.”



She yanked her hand back out of his and frowned. “Don’t be silly.”



Not quite the answer he’d been hoping for. “What’s silly about it?” He frowned too. She gave him a stern look back, but he’d seen the heat and feminine interest in her eyes seconds ago.



“First of all, I don’t think doctors are supposed to date their patients.”



“You’re not my patient. Not since you walked out of the urgent care center the other day.”



She pressed her lips together briefly. “Well, there’s also the fact that I’m way too old for you.”



He laughed.



Her eyes widened.



“That’s ridiculous,” he scoffed.



“You’re twenty-nine. You’re a baby.”



Heat swept up from beneath his dress shirt and tie and into his cheeks, and surged through his veins. Jesus, he was sick of hearing that. He narrowed his eyes at her. She squirmed a bit in her seat. “A baby, huh?” Now he did lean forward, close enough to brush his mouth over her ear. “I don’t think so, sweet thing.” She tried to ease away from him but the back of her chair kept her in place. “I am most definitely…all…grown…up.” He nuzzled her exotic-scented hair, drifted his lips over the curve of her jaw, hovered near her mouth, her lips parted. He waited. Neither of them breathed. Then he kissed her, a slow, soft brush of mouths with just a hint of tongue lingering on her bottom lip.



He pulled back and met her gaze, her blue eyes wide and dark. She swallowed and lifted a hand to her hair. They sat there, nearly nose to nose, just looking at each other. Heat curled inside him.



“Don’t give me that bullshit about age,” he finally said, very softly. “You know that doesn’t make a damn bit of difference.”




Saturday, August 2, 2014

Price Reduction!

Great news, everyone! Ellora's Cave has lowered the prices on older titles. This means that *almost* all my EC books are MUCH cheaper. This includes: 


  






 


(Sadly, One Man Advantage is a little too new to be reduced).

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Kelly-Jamieson/e/B002LNSGBE/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1406993540&sr=8-2-ent

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-CA/Search?query=Kelly+Jamieson&fcsearchfield=Author

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/artist/kelly-jamieson/id411077303?mt=11

It seems B&N hasn't got the memo yet but I'm sure the prices will drop there soon.

Thursday, July 31, 2014


Since today is National Orgasm Day and I'm editing a hot sex scene, I thought I'd share a sneak peek (peak? LOL) from "Playing Dirty" (out January 2015) 

 
Their eyes still joined, he fucked her hard, deep, joining them in unbearable intimacy. She curled her fingers around his and held on as the bed bounced with every thrust, her lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded.

Beauty. So much beauty. Her face, her body, her love. Everything that surrounded them. It was everything he’d ever wanted in his life, sweet, pure beauty, something he’d never had. It was his now. She was his. He’d spend the rest of his life trying to be the man she deserved.

Her eyes widened as her orgasm built then closed as it crashed over her, her body tightening, her pussy rippling around him, squeezing him. And that was enough for him, he couldn’t stop the force of it as his own release detonated, and he fell over her, burying his face in her neck as wave after wave of hot pleasure rolled over him, pulsing inside him. His entire body seized with unbearable, beautiful bliss.

“Love you, Paige,” he gasped into the soft skin of her neck.
Photo: Since today is National Orgasm Day and I'm editing a hot sex scene, I thought I'd share a sneak peek (peak? LOL)  from "Playing Dirty" (out January 2015) 

Their eyes still joined, he fucked her hard, deep, joining them in unbearable intimacy. She curled her fingers around his and held on as the bed bounced with every thrust, her lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded.

Beauty. So much beauty. Her face, her body, her love. Everything that surrounded them. It was everything he’d ever wanted in his life, sweet, pure beauty, something he’d never had. It was his now. She was his. He’d spend the rest of his life trying to be the man she deserved.

Her eyes widened as her orgasm built then closed as it crashed over her, her body tightening, her pussy rippling around him, squeezing him. And that was enough for him, he couldn’t stop the force of it as his own release detonated, and he fell over her, burying his face in her neck as wave after wave of hot pleasure rolled over him, pulsing inside him. His entire body seized with unbearable, beautiful bliss.

“Love you, Paige,” he gasped into the soft skin of her neck.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

So much for my big cover reveal plan! I discovered All Messed Up is already up for pre-order so the cover's already been revealed, lol! Anyway, here it is...and the blurb and pre-order links!





If he’s a mistake, she’s ready to make him her favorite mistake.

Windy City Kink, Book 2

Mallory Hurst has tried to live a life that makes up for past mistakes. But now she faces a huge ethical dilemma. Her pharmaceutical company’s unapproved, off-label use of a medication puts lives at risk, and her protests have fallen on deaf ears.

Hoping a trip home will clear her head, she boards a plane for California. And strikes up a conversation with a handsome stranger.

Joe Mason recently learned that the man he’s called father all his life…isn’t. At least that explains why he never measured up to his older brothers. Flying to meet his biological father for the first time, he meets a sleek, sexy woman who makes him want to mess up her perfect hair.

Shared conversation leads to a shared drink between flights, then when their flight is canceled, a shared bed overnight—where their rush of attraction explodes into a night of much-needed kinky fun.

Yet a night of hot, messy sex won’t fix anything—in fact, blowing off steam could have blown their lives all to hell…

Warning: Contains a hot cop, a neat and tidy executive, dirty talk, kink in an airport, mile-high shenanigans, a little foot fetish fun. And love, of course.


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Monday, July 21, 2014

San Amaro Singles - GIVEAWAY

I'm having a giveaway this week - since I now have print copies of all three books in the San Amaro Singles series:  With Strings Attached, How to Love and Slammed.




I'm giving away two sets of the series. You can enter on my Facebook page or by commenting here! I'll include any comments from here in the draw. Winners to be drawn Friday July 25!



To enter, answer this question:

Would you rather...

Swim
Surf
Climb a mountain
Lie on the beach

Throughout the week I'll also be introducing you the heroes of all three books - Matt, Carlos, Mike and Dylan ...
First up ...Matt Ferber from With Strings Attached:
Matt is a great guy. He owns a brew pub where the locals hang out. He enjoys tending bar and talking to everyone. He has lots of friends, and likes to help them and look after his mom and his sisters. Everyone likes him -- although his ex girlfriend left because he was "boring". He thinks women want to be "just friends" with him (he's wrong). His best friend (with benefits) is Corey. She knows that everyone sees Matt as a friendly, easy going guy--but in bed, he's super sexy, a little kinky and likes to take charge...
 

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Warning!



So you know those cute warnings Samhain books have at the end of the blurb? Here’s the first one I wrote for Reward of Three:


“Warning: This is not a romance, as in, two (or even three) people falling in love. Also, this is not a full-length novel. This novella contains three people in a committed relationship, love and laughter, sorrow and anger, and hot and sweet M/M/F sex.”


My editor nixed that version because it sounded like I was anticipating snarky reviews the book would get. Which I totally was! So it’s not surprising to me to see comments about Reward of Three from readers surprised that this book isn’t a romance. Hello? It’s the third book in a series about three people in a committed ménage à trois relationship—why would anyone think this is going to be a typical “romance”  - as in boy-meets-girl, they fall in love, HEA kind of romance?


It is a love story—as I said, about three people in a relationship where things go wrong and they make mistakes and almost lose their way…but find each other again.


Also, this story deals with a really difficult scenario that many couples can relate to. Some readers might not enjoy reading the story because of that, if it brings back too many memories. I’ve heard from other readers, though, that they enjoyed the book because they could relate to what the characters are going through.

Also, not every couple who experiences this tragedy has a “happily ever after” ending like Reward of Three does. And I truly feel for those couples. Real life doesn’t always have happy endings. In real life, the people we love don’t always love us back. In real life, we make mistakes and sometimes we can’t fix them. That’s why I love reading and writing romance—because we know there will be a HEA.
 

Of course everyone experiences tragedy differently and I totally respect that, and I totally respect anyone who might choose not to read Reward of Three for that reason. But although a certain subject matter in a book might trigger painful feelings for some readers -- that doesn’t mean it's not a good story.


Here's the official warning for Reward of Three: :-)

Warning: Our sexy threesome is back for their happy ending. Keep extra tissues on hand for tears, a fan on standby for hot sex, and a post-it note to remind you to take a deep breath. It’s time to find out if the juice is really worth the squeeze.