Monday, May 6, 2013

Check out what's happening in my Naughty Corner!


It’s been a long time since my last blog. I went on vacation to Florida where my husband and I spent a fun-filled two weeks with our Norwegian cousins! But lest you should think it's all been sun and fun, I’ve also been writing, writing, writing on my two-book series for Berkley Heat. I’ve gone through the edit stage with The Naughty Corner and have the proof pages on my desk now. And I’m just about to finish the first draft of the second book, Teach Me a Lesson. If you loved The Principal’s Office, then I think you’ll enjoy these two stories. BTW, good news, The Principal’s Office is a finalist in the erotic romance category of the National Readers Choice Award. I’m so excited!
Okay, about the new books! BFFs Lola Cook and Charlotte Moore have known each other since high school. They’ve been there for each other through all the ups and downs of school, college, career, marriage, and relationships. And now, hopefully, they’ll be there for each other’s happy ending. Along the way, there’ll be some naughty goings-on including a bit of spanking, some tying up, and a whole lot of fun. Here’s a blurb for Lola’s story in The Naughty Corner.
 
 

 
Somebody’s been a bad girl...
Writer Lola Cook is on a deadline. Meeting it gets twice as difficult when she finds herself in the unwelcome role of babysitter for her nephews. Six months with the twin teenage terrors is too much for Lola—until she has a brilliant idea: send the boys to football camp. That’ll at least get them out of her hair for five hours every day. Perfect.
Divorced father Gray Barnett has coached summer football camp long enough to know he’ll get saddled with misfits, but William and Harry exceed all expectations. They’re impossible, they’re disruptive, and when he meets their hot aunt Lola, they’re worth the trouble. That is, if Lola accepts Gray’s conditions. Every time the twins misbehave, it’s Lola who must take their punishment. With every naughty infraction, Lola gets more and more accepting—of the penalties. She had no idea just how bad a girl she can be—or how much fun it will be to get what she deserves.
Now, before you read this excerpt, pop over to 69 Shades of Smut Blog to read the scene preceding this one.
Excerpt of The Naughty Corner
Copyright 2013 Jasmine Haynes
Like the commercial says, the look on Lola Cook’s face was priceless. Her sexy brown eyes widened. She gaped, the glimpse of pink tongue making his mind race with salacious images. Her short jeans skirt revealed those deliciously coltish legs, and the sparkly spangly things along the neckline of her tight black tank top drew attention to her small but pert and definitely mouthwatering breasts.
“What do you mean by that?”
Oh, he so wanted to show her right here and now. But he’d save that for later. “I mean,” he stressed, “that every time they do something wrong, you will come to my house, or wherever else I direct you”—because he could imagine other places he’d like to have her—“and you will take their punishment.” He quirked one eyebrow. “That sounds simple enough, doesn’t it?”
She had a long face with symmetrical features and full lips. Flecks of gold sparkled in her irises. Her hair was straight, and he imagined braiding it like rope and using it to bind her to him. She wasn’t young, but by the bewilderment in her gaze, he figured she was a neophyte where his tastes were concerned. His hand itched to introduce her to the pleasures of a light spanking, a little bondage play. It had been a while since he’d indulged himself with a woman beyond a quick sexual liaison. Since the day she’d sat in the bleachers, he’d imagined indulging with her. Today, she’d offered him the perfect opportunity.
“It doesn’t sound simple at all,” she said.
“Quite simple. On the one hand”—he flipped out his left palm—“the boys stay. On the other”—he flipped out his right—“they leave.”
She shot out a breath. “That’s blackmail.”
“No,” he said simply. “Someone needs to be punished. I’m merely giving you a choice as to who it will be.” He smiled. She was quite beautiful when she was all riled up. What would she be like when he punished her? There was a world of delightful possibilities.
She threw her hands out in exasperation. “I can’t believe you’re suggesting this.”
“I’m perfectly willing to have you take them off my hands. They’re disruptive as hell.” He shrugged. “It’s up to you.”
She pursed her lips, glared at him. Then she tossed her hair over her shoulder, paced the small office, and finally stopped to glare at him again. He imagined her glaring at him like that as he tied her to his bed.
“Tell me exactly what you mean by punishment,” she demanded.
“What does one normally do with a naughty child?” he asked mildly.
“Send them to the corner.”
He laughed. That gave him a very interesting idea. “Think something more hands-on.”
She gaped. “You’re going to spank me?”
“For a start.” He raised a brow. “If they continue to misbehave, I’ll have to get more creative.”
She cocked her head. “What else? I can’t agree if I don’t have any idea how far you’ll push me.”
He liked her phrasing. It suggested a willingness within limits. “We’re not bargaining here.” He lifted one corner of his mouth. “But I won’t do anything that makes you cry.”
She snorted. “I don’t cry.”
“Then you’ll be fine.”
She cocked her head, folding her arms beneath her breasts. The bead of her nipples stood out against the tight material of her tank top, and he detected her subtle womanly aroma. She wasn’t unaffected, despite her arguments.
“I need specifics,” she insisted.
He rounded the desk, standing just outside her personal space. “The punishment must fit the crime. And since I don’t know what your nephews—”
“Heckle and Jeckle,” she said.
He laughed out loud, remembering the naughty birds from the old cartoon. In addition to that sexy, willowy body, she had a sense of humor.
“Or the little princelings, if you prefer,” she added.
He had her. He knew she’d agree. He couldn’t wait.
I hope you enjoyed the excerpts of The Naughty Corner. Look for the release in October 2013 and Charlotte’s story in Teach Me a Lesson coming April 2014.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

La Petite Mort

Happy March! How the time keeps flying! Thanks so much to Em Petrova for being with us last week!

This week Smashwords is celebrating “Read an Ebook” week with loads of ebooks on sale or even free. I’m participating by offering several books for free. So if you haven’t read them already, here’s your chance to try the following: She’s Gotta Be Mine, Somebody’s Lover, Invitation to Seduction, Twisted by Love, Revenge Sex, Dead to the Max. During checkout, enter the coupon code RW100. The sale will continue through March 9.

This month, Berkley is releasing another e-special for me. This time it’s La Petite Mort which readers were first introduced to as part the Laced with Desire anthology back in 2010. What I love about this story is that I brought back one of my favorite characters from one of my Courtesan’s Tales, Simon Foster. He’s older, but very sexy and hunky. I paired him with Ford Connelly, the hero of La Petite Mort, to give Sophia the best night of her life. Yes, they have a hot and sizzling threesome (MFM, not MMF, just to clarify), but there’s so much more to the story, the tender way Ford takes care of his delicate Sophia. If you haven’t read it, here’s your chance to try it in a stand-alone e-special. Here’s a blurb and an excerpt to whet your appetite:

Sophia, a gorgeous cosmetics executive and former supermodel, may appear to live a charmed life but now she’s seeing it for what it was: She’d never married, never had children, and above all, had never fallen in love. The time has come for Sophia to live, to do the things she’s always wanted—including fulfilling a no-holds-barred sexual fantasy that has occupied her lonely nights.

Sophia wants to be worshipped in bed by two men devoted to every sensuous curve of her body. Her boss Ford is only too happy to oblige—a man who has always wanted to please Sophia in any way she wanted. And he has a handsome and willing friend to join them. Together they’re making Sophia’s fantasy a reality. But are they up to giving Sophia everything she’s been denied?

La Petite Mort
By Jasmine Haynes

The woman would make him nuts before he finally decided on what he’d have her wear. Sophia had the longest legs, all silky smooth. He was dying to worship every inch with his tongue. She’d definitely wear the stockings. But the tight white skirt wouldn’t do. Black perhaps, the first one she’d tried on.

“I think I’ve found what you described, sir.”

Like a matador teasing a ranting bull, the saleslady flashed the latest article of clothing. Ford tore his gaze from Sophia’s tasty show to finger the red satin. Oh, yeah. This was exactly what he wanted. “Thank you.”

“Put the first black skirt on again,” he called to Sophia as the clerk backed out of the small salon, leaving them alone.

“I thought you said that didn’t show enough leg.”

“I’ve changed my mind. We should unveil you.”

She stuck her head out the curtain. “Unveil me?”

“Like a present a man gets to unwrap.”

She laughed. He loved the sound. He’d gotten her to laugh a lot today. He didn’t think she’d given more than two thoughts to Monday’s operation. But he also needed Sophia’s pleasure. It made him hot and hard to think of how pleased she’d be as Simon admired each new luscious bit of skin she revealed, her beauty reflected in his gaze.

When she pushed the curtain aside, she wore the skirt, the naughty stockings, and a white sequined blouse, her black bra beneath.

“In front of the mirror,” he ordered. When it came to dressing and undressing, the woman knew how to take orders.

He took up his favorite position, right behind her. He wanted this tomorrow night, a mirror, and her sweet ass in front of him. He’d bend her over, watch his cock slide deep into her pussy. Then he’d sit back as Simon gave her the same, the sight a bigger bonus than even the mirror could offer. Ford needed to see the pleasure blossom on her face.

But he was letting himself get distracted. Pressing his cock along the crease of her ass, he started undoing the blouse’s buttons.

“I could have done that myself,” she said wryly.

“It’s better this way.” He parted the lapels, the heat of her skin warming his fingers. She had such beautiful lush breasts, he wanted to bury his cock between them.

He wanted to see them.

Pulling the sequined blouse down her arms, he tossed it aside. His mouth dried up. He could worship at this woman’s feet. Her curves were real, beckoning, irresistible. Yet he resisted touching any of her erogenous zones. Certain things needed to be saved for tomorrow night. Like the first taste of nipple in his mouth. The first lush kiss. The first drop from her pussy on his tongue.

He deftly popped the front clasp of her bra, then held it closed a moment, teasing himself.

“I could have done that, too,” she whispered.

Her hair teased his cheek, her eyes dark, sultry, and knowing. She could own him in that moment, and she knew it.

He didn’t give a damn.

Slowly, revealing inch by inch. Areolas the size of quarters, dusky rose, tight, long nipples. He wanted to touch, taste, need driving him crazy.

“That woman could come back. She could bring someone.” Yet Sophia didn’t stop him.

He dragged the straps down her arms, the lace falling from his fingers. He drank in the sight of those perfect globes, high and pert as if she exercised every day.

He wanted his cock between those magnificent breasts, the crown popping up between them. He hadn’t even begun to imagine all the things he wanted from her.

Instead of taking, he wrapped the red satin around her midriff.

“It’s a corset,” she murmured, fingers tracing the black lace edging.

“It’s perfect to highlight your gorgeous breasts.”

It would drive him to the brink of insanity watching her as they ate dinner tomorrow night. Watching Simon want her, salivate over her. Knowing what was to come.

I hope you enjoyed this excerpt. You can find La Petite Mort for Kindle,  Nook,  Kobo, and iBookstore

Monday, February 25, 2013

Top Cowboys of Film

Hi, everyone. I've got special guest Em Petrova for you this week, talking about hunky movie cowboys (and I'm a huge Kurt Russell fan, Em!) and giving you a sexy excerpt of her new release, Hard Ridin'. Whew, it is hot!   And away we go, Em!   Cowboys have their own style and attitude, which is exactly why I wanted to spend time writing them. Now I can officially say I’m a sucker for a cowboy hat and a rugged pair of Wranglers. Yep, ladies and gents, I’ve crossed over! Yeehaw!

While I was writing my latest ménage, Hard Ridin’, I spent some time researching all things cowboy and western. That means I watched some damn good movies. Here are some of the best of all time.

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly—a total classic. Anyone who hasn’t seen this is missing out. Nothing beats the one-word answers or the bad-ass glares of Clint Eastwood!

The Outlaw Josey Wales—since we’re talking Clint Eastwood, this is a must-see.

Young Guns—What the story might be lacking, is made up for with a hunk cast of actors like Emilio Estevez, Kiefer Sutherland, Lou Diamond Phillips, Charlie Sheen, Dermot Mulroney, and Casey Siemaszko!

Tombstone—this movie packs a powerful punch. I’m not a huge fan of Kurt Russell, but who could ever be a better Wyatt Earp?

Hell on Wheels—this modern western sucked me right in. The brooding Cullen Bohannen is one hot leading man. I have to admit, I didn’t catch this series until the last two episodes of the season. But I’ve since snagged it on Amazon for more inspiration!

Now I’ll leave you with a very hot excerpt of Hard Ridin’. Thanks for stopping by, and thank you to Jasmine for hosting me!



Excerpt rated STEAMY ADULT:

Holden bounced off the doorjamb but never released Laurel’s mouth. She cupped his face, rasping the hair on his jaw with her fingertips and reveling in the sound. She lost herself in the velvety stroke of his tongue, so different from Jens’s, but no less exciting.

What am I doing? Kissing two men in the same day was stupid. Kissing two men within five minutes? She’d lost her fucking mind.

As Holden swept her up the staircase in his arms, Jens’s words swam through her psyche. Rather share than lose you. Date both of us.

And his final words, whispered after that knee-weakening kiss. “Go to him, but come back to me. I’ll come up to the house tonight.”

While her mind screamed that this was not right—that she’d regret allowing herself to get carried away—her body succumbed absolutely. Eight months of longing for Holden sliced through the last threads of self-control.

“God, baby, I can’t get enough of you.” Holden nipped her lower lip and drew her mouth back. She swirled her tongue over his as he navigated the hallway to what must have been his bedroom.

She’d never been upstairs in this house. When she and Holden had dated, they always ended up in her bed. And she and Jens hadn’t made it this far.

Guilt sluiced through her, and she withdrew from the kiss. Holden reclaimed her mouth as he kicked open the door. The wooden slab crashed off the inner wall. In five steps, they reached the bed.

“I want you, and this isn’t going to be gentle.” He tossed her onto the bed and blanketed her with his body.

A dark heat wove through her belly, and her pussy throbbed. Countless times she’d fingered herself to this fantasy—of joining with Holden when he returned from Alaska.

Every alpha inch of his body flush against hers as he demanded she give in to her passions.

But she’d also thrust her fingers into her pussy to dreams of her first time with Jens. She imagined Jens to be a gentle but thorough lover, able to continue long into the night.

Holden began to strip off her clothes, throwing them over his shoulder piece by piece.

“Look at me, Laurel. I have to see your eyes.”

A tremor racked her. She didn’t think she could really let herself go. Yesterday she’d been in Jens’s arms—Jens’s girl. Today she was both Jens’s and Holden’s?

“I don’t—I can’t—”

“Shh.” Holden spattered kisses over her throat and down to her breasts, which were bare. She wore only low-slung jeans, her belly dipping with each excited breath.

Jens stoked these fires, and now Holden will bring me to completion?

Holden licked a path over her collarbone. “Let yourself feel, Laurel.”

“And what happens afterward? When Jens claims his turn?”

A spark lit Holden’s hazel eyes, illuminating the gold flecks. “Then you let yourself feel then too. That’s the deal, right?”

She sucked in a breath and he simultaneously captured her nipple between his lips. Clamping down, he exerted the perfect amount of pressure even as he flicked his tongue over her straining bud.


On Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AMIIFQQ

Em Petrova
~where words mean so much more~
www.empetrova.com


 

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