Wednesday, September 28, 2016

ANOTHER EXCERPT: Brothers in Blue: Max


AVAILABLE NOW!

Book 1 of the Brothers in Blue trilogy
Genre: Contemporary erotic romance
Length: Novel 

I shared the blurb and one excerpt yesterday here:
http://jeannestjames.blogspot.com/2016/09/release-day-brother-in-blue-max-by_27.html

Here's another excerpt!

Excerpt:


She laid her head on his shoulder and snuggled her nose into his neck. She could feel his strong pulse against her cheek.
It felt so good to be in his arms. She circled his tattoo with her finger. Semper Fi. Mary Ann had made sure to tell Amanda that it meant “always faithful.”
“Did you always want to be a cop?”
He had one hand on her hip and the other on her thigh, rubbing it slowly back and forth. “Yes.”
She waited a moment, and when he said nothing further, she prodded. “Why?”
His deep voice resonated through his chest. “I was always in awe of my grandfather and my father. That’s why I followed in their footsteps. That’s why all three of us did. The Marines first, to serve our country, and then the police department, to serve our community.”
“To protect and serve, huh?”
The pride exuded from his words. “It’s the Bryson family motto.”
She moved her nose up to nuzzle him behind the ear. “Well, you can protect and serve me anytime.”
“I’d planned to since the minute you bitched me out in that parking lot when you first came to town.”
She raised her head, pushing herself up with a palm against his chest. “You were only trying to get into my pants.”
“True…” he said slowly.
Amanda grabbed a nearby decorative pillow and whacked him.
“Hey! You didn’t let me finish. True, but when you saw me in my uniform, you just wanted a big ol’ piece of this bad boy.” He opened his arms wide as if offering himself to her.
Amanda whacked him again. “Yeah, right.”
“You can’t say you didn’t want this.” He reached out, and his long fingers cupped her face as he leaned in to kiss her. It was only a slight brush, leaving her wanting more.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Would you have kissed me if I had torn up the ticket?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
“For twenty-five bucks? Get real. I wanted to take out that retractable metal stick you carry and beat you over the head.”
Max laughed. “You mean my ASP baton?”
“Whatever.”
“Only because you were sexually frustrated.”
“You wish.”
He poked her side gently. “Admit it.”
“No.”
“C’mon.”
“Okay. You’re right. I was sexually frustrated because I couldn’t jump your bones right there in the middle of town, in the free parking lot on the pavement amid a bag of spilled dog toys, while Greg looked on. Satisfied?”
His smile widened. “Yep.”
“Good. Now kiss me again.” She grabbed the back of his head and pulled it down until their lips were a breath apart. “And do it like you mean it this time.”
The light peck was easily forgotten as he claimed her mouth with his, crushing her to him. This was what she had been waiting for. She groaned into his mouth, tangling her tongue with his. She felt a twinge and wiggled her hips in his lap, feeling his body harden.

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Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Release Day! BROTHER IN BLUE: Max by Jeanne St. James


BROTHERS IN BLUE: MAX

Book 1 of the Brothers in Blue trilogy
Genre: Contemporary erotic romance
Length: Novel

Blurb:

Big city party-girl Amanda Barber has been spoiled most of her life. But life for Amanda suddenly becomes a major challenge: adapting to small town life, dealing with her handicapped brother and constantly butting heads with a frustrating local cop.

As a police officer and former Marine, “responsibility” is Max Bryson’s middle name. Never having been in a serious relationship, he has no plans for being in one in the near future. He likes being his own man. And even if he were interested in a serious relationship, he certainly wouldn’t choose it to be with someone so immature and irresponsible as Amanda. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get sexy Amanda out of his head or his heart. Watching her mature in front of his eyes, his protectiveness towards her only strengthens.

Bossy and possessive aren’t the only words Amanda uses to describe this frustrating cop. She can’t deny just looking at the man makes her tremble. But she’s done with having anyone control her and this man isn’t going to be any different. Or is he? 

Excerpt:

She heard the woop, woop of the siren behind her. Amanda slammed her hand on the steering wheel; she had almost made it home. 

All she had wanted to do was to go to the Super Walmart at the edge of town, pick up a few groceries and some necessities, then get home. It should have been that simple. It could have been that simple. 

Three more blocks and she would have made it. She had even waited until dark to go. 

She put on the turn signal and, with a huff, pulled over to the curb. A bright spotlight pinned her in the car from behind. She powered down the window, and tapped her nails with an impatient rhythm on the frame. 

“What the hell!” Officer Bryson’s head filled up the car window, and a Maglite was pointed directly at her, blinding her. “Didn’t I tell you not to get into trouble?” 

“What?” she asked with feigned innocence. She impatiently pushed the flashlight out of her face. 

“You are driving around town without a registration plate on your vehicle.” 

“Oh, it’s missing?” She had removed the GREGSMOM plate from the sedan the other day. She tried to change the subject. “Are you the only cop in this town?” 

“Fortunately for you, no. There are also my brothers Matt and Marc, to name a couple. I seemed to be the fortunate one to keep dealing with you, though. The way you’re going, you’ll meet them all soon enough.” 

“So your whole family is the police department?” At least send one of his other brothers. They can’t all be barbarians like this one. “I guess I’ll have to get another plate for the car.” 

“What happened to the old one?” 

The one that she had tossed into the garbage? She wondered if that was a crime. “Uh…it was stolen?” 

“We’ll have to report it stolen then. And you’ll have to notify PennDOT.” 

“Maybe it fell off.” 

He eyed her suspiciously. The tick in his jaw was growing by the minute. “Which was it?” he prodded. “Amanda, was it stolen or lost?” 

Why couldn’t he let this go? Why not just write her another stinking ticket and send her on her way. Every time she looked up at him, she was reminded of her dream. Why the hell would she pick someone so controlling to be in her wet dream? “I don’t know.” 

“What?” 

She raised her voice and repeated, “I don’t know!” 

“Well, I’ll report it stolen then. I’m sure if someone around here took it”—he lifted a brow—“then we will surely notice a vehicle with the plate GREGSMOM on it.” 

Amanda choked back a groan. “Yes, it shouldn’t be too hard to miss.” 

“Well, when you get home, Amanda—Ms. Barber—make sure you take a good look around to see if it fell off. I suggest checking in the garage. If you find it, give us a call.” 

Amanda’s felt the heat crawling up her neck. “I’ll do that.”

“I’ll let you go this time. But if I catch you driving without a plate again, I’m towing your car.” 

How sweet. 

“I’ll follow you home.” 

How embarrassing, she thought as the black-and-white cruiser followed her up the street to the house. 

How embarrassing Mrs. Myers, the next-door nosy neighbor just happened to be out on her porch. At nighttime. With only a bare yellow bulb lighting up her stocky figure, hands on her hips in clear disapproval. 

As she pulled into the paved driveway, the cruiser continued on down the street. She stopped the vehicle and stared back at Mrs. Myers. The woman didn’t like her. It was mutual. 

Great. Now she was dealing with a meddling cop and a meddling neighbor. What was next? 

* * * *


She should have never asked herself that question. She appeared to be stuck in the midst of Murphy’s Law. 

The next morning, she went to wake up Greg, to get him ready for adult day care. His bed was empty. 

She tried not to panic. She checked the bathroom. Empty. She whistled for Chaos. No response. 

She ran down the stairs and out into the backyard. Empty. 

She checked the car in the garage. It sat there empty. 

Now she could panic. 

She grabbed a jacket and a pair of sneakers, pulling them on as she went, and rushed out the front door. 

Only to be brought up short. 

A police car pulled up in the driveway. She relaxed somewhat when she spotted Chaos and Greg in the backseat. 

She grimaced as she heard a tsk tsk from the direction of the porch next door. She ignored the old busybody. 

At least it wasn’t Officer Bryson driving the cruiser. Last thing she needed right now was another lecture from that man. Anyway, she didn’t think it was him. As the car rolled to a stop, she rushed forward to open the back passenger-side door. 

Fortunately, her brother was in one piece. “Greg! Where were you? You scared me!” 

She gave him a big hug and brushed a lone lock out of his eyes. 

The disturbingly familiar-looking police officer unfolded himself from the driver’s seat. “Ma’am. I’m Officer Bryson. I mean, Marc Bryson.” He gave her a half smile as he said, “I’ve heard you’ve already met my brother Max.” 

They were eerily similar. The same closely cropped dark hair, ice-blue eyes, strong square jaw, and deep tan, like they both spent a lot of time outdoors. This one had quite a few less creases around the eyes, though. And he didn’t look so disapproving. Or barbarian. 

“What happened?” 

He tilted a head toward the busybody and lowered his voice. “Mrs. Myers called and said she saw Greg running away from home.” 

“What?” 

Greg piped in at that moment. “I wasn’t runnin’ away! I wasn’t, ’Manda.” 

“We found him down on Fifth Street.” 

“Fifth Street! Holy shit.” Amanda grimaced, realizing she’d just cursed in front of a police officer on duty. She turned to Greg and took his shoulders, giving him a little shake. “What were you doing on Fifth Street?” 

“Looking for Mama.” 

His sullen answer tore at her heart. She didn’t know what to say, how to respond. 

“Ma’am…” 

“Amanda,” she corrected him. She was not ready for that old-lady title yet. Save it for Mrs. Busybody. 

“Amanda…” With a hand on her back, he steered her away from Greg so they could talk privately. He kept his voice low as he continued, “His mother’s church is on Fifth.” 

Amanda shook her head. She didn’t understand. 

He cleared his throat. “That’s where her service was.” 

Her service… Ah! What an idiot she was. The people in this town must think her heartless. No wonder Mrs. Busybody didn’t like her. Amanda had never visited. She never even came back for her father’s funeral. Or her stepmother’s. 

No wonder Officer Max Bryson thought her immature and selfish. She looked up at his brother; nothing but pity showed in his blue eyes. Right now she felt so low that she’d rather have had Max’s disapproval staring down at her. Punishing her. 

She deserved it. 

As if in slow motion, she turned away and sank down on the concrete front stoop. She looked at her brother, who was helpless in this world. She was all he had. 

Greg remained standing next to the black-and-white car with an abnormal calmness, not his excitable self. Chaos sat at his feet obediently—also unnaturally still. 

She studied the dog. Chaos didn’t know his master was different. Chaos didn’t care. 

She was so in over her head. But she was determined not to drown. 

* * * *


Amanda glanced over at Greg, who was coloring with crayons…only he didn’t have a coloring book. He was immersed in decorating the kitchen table. Amanda closed her eyes and sighed. 

She had insisted Greg stay home from day care and had spent half the morning trying to explain why his mother wasn’t still waiting for him at the Fifth Street church. He had heard everything she had to say, but hadn’t reallylistened

And Amanda was tired of trying to explain. Both ended extremely agitated for most of the day. Even Chaos had gone out his doggy door to escape the tension. 

Maybe she just needed to get Greg away from this place. 

“Bud, how about moving to the big city?” 

Without even looking up, he mumbled, “No.” 

Amanda moved around the table to stand next to his seat. She stroked her fingers over his hair. “Maybe you could meet new friends.” 

“No.” 

“Why? Greg, don’t you want lots of friends and lots of things to do?” 

“Don’t wanna leave.” 

“Why?” 

“Mama may come back.” 

“Greg…” Amanda reached out and grabbed Greg’s hands with hers, ceasing their senseless movement. “Greg, your mama isn’t coming back.” 

“Yes, she might.” 

“Did Daddy?” 

Greg’s hands tensed against hers, his fingers clench tight. “No…no…Daddy’s gone for good. Mama says so.” 

“Yes, and your mama is with our daddy.” 

“No. She’s coming back.” 

“No, Greg…” 

“Yes, she said she’d never leave me.” 

“I’m sure she did.” 

“She said so!” He jerked away and stared down at the broken crayons in his hands. “Oh, my crayons are broke. Mama’s gonna be mad!” 

Amanda sank into a chair at the table. “No, she won’t.” 

“’Manda, stop it! Stop it! Mama said…” 

“Greg, your mama said a lot of things, but…” 

Greg suddenly pushed away from the table, causing his chair to flip backward with a crash. He towered over Amanda, his face flushed, a piece of spittle caught in the corner of his mouth. “SHUT UP!” 

Amanda had to cover her ears to protect them from his high-pitched shriek. His fists were clenched and his eyes wild. For the first time, Amanda felt a spark of fear. She might have pushed him too far. 

Max Bryson stepped into the kitchen. A fleeting thought of how he had gotten into the house crossed her mind. He approached Greg, put his hands on the younger man’s shoulders, and gave them a slight squeeze. “Hey, pal, what’s going on?” 

The tension notably lessened in Greg’s body. For that she was grateful. Why Max was in her house was another thing. She realized then that she had been holding her breath; she released it in a rush. 

“Max! ’Manda wants to take me away!” 

Heat rose from her neck into her cheeks when Max gave her a quick glance. He frowned. “She does?” 

“Yeah, she wants me to go…to the big city an’…an’…meet new people an’ get new things.” 

“She does? And you don’t want to go? Well, we will have to convince her that you want to stay.” 

Amanda hissed, “Like it’s any of your business.” She got up and grabbed the furniture polish from under the sink. She began to scrub at the crayon marks on the kitchen table with a rag. 

The more she thought about Max putting his nose in their business, the harder she scrubbed. She tuned out their conversation and concentrated on removing the colored wax from the wood’s finish. When she was done, she looked up and realized it was quiet. 

Greg had left the room, and Max was leaning back against the center island, arms and feet crossed. He was watching her intently. 

“Do you have nothing better to do? Like go fight crime? Or write a little old lady a citation for jaywalking? Did you lose your parking-lot stopwatch?” 

The corner of his lip curled up. “You should be fined for having such a cute ass. Just watching you wiggling it back and forth like that as you scrubbed gave me a—” 

He stopped abruptly, as if he had just realized he had said his thoughts out loud. The surprise on his face was quickly schooled to a blank expression. 

As she finished his thought, Amanda’s gaze flew downward. 

She turned to gather Greg’s broken crayons and threw them into an old coffee can, closing the lid with a snap. She could finally look up at Max without blushing. “Again…why are you here? And most importantly, how did you get in?” 

“Well, I got in through your front door. It wasn’t locked.” 

“Do you normally just barge into people’s homes?” 

“No, only in emergencies. I heard the yelling and thought there might be one.” 

Amanda snorted. She stilled, her eyes narrowed. “Did that busybody call you?” 

“Who?” 

“Never mind. What do you want?” 

“I heard what happened this morning and wanted to check up on you and Greg.” 

Ah. 

“My brother said you were pretty distressed.” 

“Of course I was. Do you think I don’t care about my brother?” 

“I didn’t say that.” 

“You didn’t have to.” 

 

Buy links:

Loose Id: http://www.loose-id.com/brothers-in-blue-max.html


Release Day! BROTHER IN BLUE: Max by Jeanne St. James


BROTHERS IN BLUE: MAX

Book 1 of the Brothers in Blue trilogy
Genre: Contemporary erotic romance
Length: Novel

Blurb:

Big city party-girl Amanda Barber has been spoiled most of her life. But life for Amanda suddenly becomes a major challenge: adapting to small town life, dealing with her handicapped brother and constantly butting heads with a frustrating local cop.

As a police officer and former Marine, “responsibility” is Max Bryson’s middle name. Never having been in a serious relationship, he has no plans for being in one in the near future. He likes being his own man. And even if he were interested in a serious relationship, he certainly wouldn’t choose it to be with someone so immature and irresponsible as Amanda. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get sexy Amanda out of his head or his heart. Watching her mature in front of his eyes, his protectiveness towards her only strengthens.

Bossy and possessive aren’t the only words Amanda uses to describe this frustrating cop. She can’t deny just looking at the man makes her tremble. But she’s done with having anyone control her and this man isn’t going to be any different. Or is he? 

Excerpt:


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Monday, September 26, 2016

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Sneak Peek Sunday - Brothers in Blue: Marc

Happy Sneak Peek Sunday!

 


Today I'm giving my readers a sneak peek into my current WIP (work in progress) the second book in the Brothers in Blue trilogy.

Genre: Contemporary erotic romance (m/f)

This is from chapter one of Brothers in Blue: Marc...


   Fuck. He was such a lech. Why, oh, why did the new recruit not only have to be a woman, but an attractive one. Attractive? Hell, hot and sexy. He needed a way to distract himself every time he was staring at a part of her that he shouldn’t be staring at her since he was her supervisor and trainer. He had to picture a car crash or something ugly… like, yes! Like the big, fat, pink pig that was painted onto the storefront window of the BANYON’S BBQ, which was right next to Teddy’s place. He’d conjure up a hog in his mind whenever he was tempted to stare at an inappropriate area of the rookie’s body.
  Like her ass.
  Pork butt.

 The first book in the series is releasing on 9/27 (Tuesday) at Loose Id!

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Saturday, September 24, 2016

New Release: Silver Wolf Rising by Sela Carsen



Fate couldn't have picked a worse moment to bring two lonely souls together.

Berserker warrior and drill sergeant Niall is being forced to retire from the Fenrir Army he's faithfully served for most of his life. Miserable and bitter, he's on the pack ship, waiting for a transport back to his home planet to be a farmer. Until trouble steps right on his prosthetic foot just as all Hel breaks loose.

Widowed Dagny is on the pack ship waiting for a transport down to Earth, searching for a new purpose in this next phase of her life -- one that isn't centered around her grown children. But her new plans definitely don't involve following a cranky old soldier into the dark to survive.

When enemy Axis powers invade the ship, blasting up the heat on a cold war, Niall and Dagny have to team up to save themselves and their shipmates, and to explore the lifescent that is drawing them together.

Together for now, but will fate be enough to keep them that way after the battle is over?

Friday, September 23, 2016

Guest Author: Tina Gayle shares her Fall #RomanticTravel





One of my favorite romantic trips my husband and I like to take is to go out to Palm Springs and play golf. We have a great time and get outside. The scenery along a golf course is beautiful and then we go out to a nice restaurant before heading back to our hotel room.  This is both relaxing and fun.

Here is a short youtube video I created.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNfhj-hf66s for the mountain course at LaQuinta



CEO’s Widow  - Book 4 of the Executives' Wives' Club series




Genre: Contemporary Romance with strong women fiction elements


Four women...
One fatal car wreck...
Everyone's lives changed...


CEO’s Widow
Blurb:
     After surviving the grief from her husband’s death, Marianne Clark has built a new life with the help of the other Executive Wives. She plans to enjoy grandchildren and friends until her doctor tells her he found a lump in her breast. Her world turned upside down. She re-evaluates her priorities and decides she will grab hold of life with both hands.
     Knox Turner lost his first wife to cancer. He’s determined not to let Marianne face this challenge alone.

     Can this couple face the trials ahead and build a future together?

Excerpt:

“What about you and Knox? Is Travis and Lyndsey’s relationship still causing problems between you two?”

In response to Brie’s questions, Marianne lifted her gaze, uncertain how to explain the true reason for not caring to become involved with Knox.

“He seemed determined today to put an end to the stand-off,” Sylvia inserted, her tone reflecting her amusement of the moment.

Brie captured Marianne’s gaze and slow shook her head. “You’re still not over Jack, are you?”

Jen swiveled her head, first to Brie, then back around to stare at Marianne. “Oh, no, that can’t be.”

“Awe shit,” Sylvia muttered and turned in her chair.

All eyes locked on her. Marianne dropped her chin and fought for something to say to ease her friends’ concern.

“I knew it, you assume because you’re interested in Knox you’re somehow being unfaithful to Jack.” Sylvia clasped her hand around Marianne’s forearm. “Well, you’re not. Jack would understand. Hell, if he were in your shoes, he’d have already remarried.”

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