Howloween Blog Hop! Lots of Giveaways!

Welcome to the Howloween Blog Hop! You can find all the information you need to follow the blog hop from blogger to blogger by going to http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/. Then simply hop around, have tons of fun, and hopefully win lots of prizes! The Howloween Blog Hop runs from Oct 26 to Oct 29. I’ll start notifying my winners first thing on Oct 30. And my prizes: 10 pdf copies of Twisted by Love, Reincarnation Tales, Book 1. So that’s 10 possible winners!! Great odds! Please leave your email in your comment so I know how to contact you.

Have you ever wondered about past lives, reincarnation, life after death? Did you love the film “Dead Again”? I’ve always been fascinated with reincarnation from the time I read The Reincarnation of Peter Proud. And, I’ve had my own reincarnation experience while under regression hypnosis. The regression was fascinating. It’s hard to describe hypnosis. I believe you have the choice to come out of it, or to go deeper. I was aware of the room around and the people in it, yet at the same time, the images in my mind were completely real. I attended the hypnosis with two friends of mine. Funnily enough, when I was regressed, I knew one of my friends, even knew her name, though for the life of me, that “other” name doesn’t come to me now after all these years. The other friend, she was totally unfamiliar to me under regression. I went back to several lives. One of them I was 16 years old, on a wagon train, and we were all starving to death. I can even see the pink gingham dress I was wearing. Then of course, there was the past life I wrote about in this book, Twisted by Love. In that life, as well as this one, I had a terrible fear of snakes. You can read about the past life regression I did because I gave it to my heroine! So, without further ado, here’s a blurb and excerpt of Twisted by Love, Reincarnation Tales, Book 1.

A love that spans lifetimes, an evil that has followed them through the ages...

Bern Daniels doesn’t believe in ghosts, UFOs, or reincarnation, but when he sees Livie Scott, it’s as if he’s known her forever. Now he can’t get her out of his mind. He wants her in his bed and in his life. For keeps. He’s even starting to believe they’ve lived past lives together.

Will jealousy out of the past come back to destroy their future?

Livie Scott is unaccountably drawn to the tall, dark stranger. He literally sweeps her off her feet. And she’s oh so willing to let him. But her sister Toni is planted firmly in her path to happiness. Livie has been forced to choose between a man and Toni before; is she destined to play the same twisted game with her sister over and over?

Livie and Bern soon discover there are shadows lurking from their past, past lives that is, which threaten everything they believe in, everything they want. And even their lives.

Twisted by Love, Reincarnation Tales, Book 1

Copyright 2012 Jasmine Haynes

Chapter Three

Livie buried her arms elbow deep in hot, soapy water. She enjoyed doing the dishes by hand. The water warmed her down to her toes. She loved a clean kitchen. She loved order and neatness and everything in its proper place. She loved an established routine and—

 

Something hit her on the cheek with a splat, slid down her face, and landed with a plop in the water, sinking before she actually saw what it was. She brushed her cheek with a wet hand, soap suds settling close to her eye. She wiped them off on against shoulder, then skimmed her hands through the water searching for what had struck her.

 

Something slimy slithered across her fingers and skittered away. She jerked, suds splashing over the edges of the sink. In the kitchen doorway, her sister giggled, a girlish giggle laced with malice. Another watery splat, this time on the back of her head, and the thing, whatever it was, slid down her neck into her blouse.
 

Just then, the one in the sink poked its head above the water. A snake, a slimy, horrible, fat snake with huge fangs that sank into the soft flesh between her thumb and forefinger.

 

Livie started screaming when she felt the snake down her blouse wriggle and slither all over her...

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Toni parked her car on the street and let herself into Livie’s condo on the fifth floor of the building. Toni preferred apartment living, where she could pick up and move whenever it suited her. But Livie liked roots and ownership, even if it was a tiny condo in a big complex in Belmont.

What a day. She felt like crap, and she looked like last month’s leftovers.

Where was Livie? It was after nine. Toni threw her overnight bag on the bed, hung up tomorrow’s skirt and sweater so they wouldn’t wrinkle, tossed the stuff she’d borrowed this morning in the hamper, then set her cosmetics out on the counter in Livie’s bathroom. Her sister used the cheap stuff, which couldn’t be good for her skin.

Livie was pretty, but, without a conceited bone in her body, Toni knew she was prettier. It wasn’t conceit to admit to better bone structure and curvier curves. She also knew how to best enhance what God gave her. Her hair, for instance, was a honey-gold which went much better with her coloring than plain old reddish-brown. Livie should live a little and dye a little. Not to mention that contact lenses changed muddy irises to a brilliant jungle green, or anything else a girl wanted. What the heck, Livie was Livie. She didn’t care much about her appearance as long she was considered neat and professional. She would never have purchased that short dress and hot pink blazer she’d worn this morning if Toni hadn’t goaded her into buying it months ago. It still had the tags, for God’s sake.

Now, what would Livie have in the refrigerator besides low-fat yogurt and fruit? Toni was starving. She hadn’t been able to eat all day over that terrible episode with Reese. She’d picked up the phone a thousand times to call him, but really, a man had to learn how to crawl a little when he’d made a mistake, especially since he hadn’t answered any of her messages from yesterday. She wasn’t done with him yet. She knew the man had huge potential in bed, and she would make sure she got him there. Oh yeah, she’d make him beg first, but she’d definitely take him back when she felt he’d shown the proper contrition.

A key jiggled in the front door.

Livie already had her jacket off and folded over her arm. She’d dropped her keys on the entry table and set her briefcase and purse on the floor before she saw Toni standing in the kitchen doorway.

“Hey.” After a moment’s pause and not a single expression on her face, Livie headed into the living room, a shopping bag dangling from her fingers. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah.” Toni shrugged and leaned against the wall. “I didn’t want to be alone. You don’t mind, do you?”

Livie draped her jacket over the back of the sofa without turning around. “Of course not.”

She probably did, but Livie wouldn’t say. Which was usually a good thing for Toni. She got away with murder if she acted first and asked later. “What’s in the bag?”

“A book. I ran out of things to read.” Livie pulled it out, set it on the coffee table, and wadded up the bag.

“What is it?”

“The Fountainhead.” She examined the receipt in her hand. “Someone at work mentioned it, and I’ve never read it. It’s some sort of classic written in the forties.”

Sounded boring. Weird that Livie was late because she’d stopped to buy a book. Ah, but Livie loved to read in the tub. It relaxed her. Tonight, though, she had Toni to entertain instead. What fun for them both.

“Did you eat?” Livie slipped past her into the kitchen and bent to peer into the refrigerator.

“I was hoping you’d feed me.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Livie answered without turning.

“Then what have you got?”

Shuffling a few things around, Livie surveyed the contents. “How about scrambled eggs on toast?”

Great comfort food. Their mom used to scramble eggs on cold winter nights when Dad was out of town. They got to eat in front of the TV and stay up an hour later than usual. Of course, there’d be a ton of carbs in the toast. Comfort, carbs, comfort, carbs? Comfort won. “Yeah. That sounds great.”

Livie put the eggs on the counter, then pulled out bread, margarine and milk. From the drawer beneath the oven, she retrieved a frying pan and set it on the stove. “I’ll change, then start dinner.”

“You want me to break the eggs or anything?”

“No, I’ll do it.”

“Thanks, Livie, you’re great.”

Livie smiled and patted Toni’s cheek as she passed, grabbed her discarded jacket, and headed into the bedroom.

Yeah, Livie was great. And guilt was a beautiful emotion. Hmm, was it actually an emotion? Whatever. Livie had it in spades, and Toni didn’t mind playing on that guilt when she really, really needed to. She deserved a little payback after the terrible things her sister had done to her.

I hope you enjoyed this excerpt of Twisted By Love, Reincarnation Tales, Book 1 available on Kobo Kindle Kindle UK Nook All Romance Smashwords Sony.

So tell me, what’s your greatest fear? Is it snakes, like Livie’s (and mine), or drowning, or dark places late at night? Let’s scare each other with our greatest fears! Please leave a comment with your email address so that I can contact you if you’re a winner. As I stated in the beginning, for the blog hop, I’ll be giving away 10 pdf copies of Twisted by Love, Reincarnation Tales, Book 1

Howloween Blog Hop coming!!!

I want to give you all a heads up about a special event for Halloween. I’m joining the Howloween Blog Hop! You can find all the information you need to follow the blog hop from blogger to blogger by going to http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/. On that page, you’ll find the list of bloggers and their blog URLs. If the page is not up right now, I’m told it will go live a few days before the hop starts, so check back. Then simply hop around, have tons of fun, and hopefully win lots of prizes! The Howloween Blog Hop runs from Oct 26 to Oct 29. And my prizes: 10 pdf copies of Twisted by Love, Reincarnation Tales, Book 1. So that’s a possible 10 winners!! Great odds! I hope you’ll hop by the Howloween Blog Hop starting 10/26!

Take Your Pick!

Thanks to everyone who stopped by last week for the release of The Boss’s Daughter, West Coast Book 3. The contest is now closed. I know I said I would do five copies, but since 10 of you responded, I’m going to send each and every one of you a copy of Revenge Sex, Book 1! I’ll be emailing you individually. For those of you who didn’t leave your email address, please contact me on jasmine at jasminehaynes dot com. The Boss’s Daughter is available on Kobo Kindle Kindle UK Nook All Romance Smashwords.

Take Your Pick is a reissue of my 2010 LooseId release with a sexy new cover by Rae Monet. I’ll warn you all right up front that it’s a ménage story, two men and a woman, with some very naughty male-male interaction. I’d never written male-male scenes before, and I was a little worried that I might not handle it correctly. But when combined with a ménage, I actually found it was very hot material to write! What I loved about writing Rena, Grant, and Karl’s story was the competition between the two men. I mean really, what woman wouldn’t love having two men vying for her, willing to do absolutely anything to please her. Hmm, maybe that’s a fantasy of my very own, LOL! So here’s a blurb and a little excerpt that gets the ball rolling for these three people! Stop by the http://69shadesofsmut.wordpress.com/ on Oct 21^st and I’ll give you another sexy excerpt!

Two very enticing men, one very big choice...

Grant Tyler is sophisticated, intelligent, controlled, and a highly successful CEO of a Fortune 500. He’s Rena Lancaster’s perfect match, same background, same career path, they speak each other’s language. In bed, he makes her see stars. But then there’s Karl Kristiansen. Every bit as virile, masculine and intelligent as Grant, he’s her contractor, earthy, hands work-roughened, body tough, and powerful. And he takes Rena’s senses by storm.

When Grant decides he wants Rena exclusively, he forces a decision on her. And it’s Karl who comes up with the perfect test for choosing between them, make love with them both at the same time and see who does the best job.

When their sexual play becomes a true ménage, with Grant and Karl each trying to top the other, willing to do anything Reba asks, even touch each other, the three of them together are like spontaneous combustion. Now that she’s had a taste of the real thing, how can Rena choose between these two perfect men when they both give her different things she craves?

Take Your Pick
Copyright 2012 Jasmine Haynes
Previously published in 2010

Grant Tyler stood before the second-floor window of his San Francisco condo and stared out over the dark bay waters as if they were a black hole in the middle of his universe. Rena had left only a few minutes ago, and he could still smell her sensual musk in the room, on his skin, still taste her on his lips. He was used to issuing ultimatums, even if he didn’t like to be forced into it. In the business world, you started with diplomacy, but there was always the situation or the person that pushed you to the edge, and you had to take the my-way-or-the-highway approach.


Rena Lancaster was gorgeous, with blonde hair past her shoulders when she let it down—literally and metaphorically—a firm figure, luscious breasts, and skin soft and smooth to the touch. In her midthirties, she was one hell of a piece of perfect womanhood. She’d become his private obsession and his private hell. She wasn’t aware of that; over the last six years since his divorce, he’d grown as used to controlling his emotions as he was to giving orders. And he knew Rena might choose to walk away.

But the idea of her choosing someone else made him fucking crazy.

He’d thought to eradicate this kind of emotionalism. He’d lost his wife over it. He was lusty and hot-blooded, and his wife had been overwhelmed by his desires and emotions. And his jealousy. He fully admitted she hadn’t done much to inspire it. It was simply part of his nature. If another man got too friendly, he stepped in. He’d learned too late that sometimes a man needed to change his nature. He’d sworn he wouldn’t ruin another relationship. He’d therefore bottled up his jealousy and, ever since, had given his women all the freedom they required. Rena had required more freedom than most.

Yet sharing her with nameless, faceless lovers was killing him. He’d pretended he never even thought about it. He kept himself in check so she wouldn’t have a clue, concentrating on her, on making her feel so good she wouldn’t need another man.

Obviously it hadn’t worked. There were other considerations as well, the kind of woman she was being paramount among them.

She’d never been married; her career came first. She wasn’t interested in raising a family, and she didn’t need a man to keep her financially secure. She never demurred about her sex life; she loved sex and lots of it. She didn’t mash it into his face when she had a date, but there were times he’d asked to see her, only to have her tell him she was busy. If it was something innocuous like drinks with a girlfriend, she told him. It was the times she gave no explanation that crawled beneath his skin like parasites worming deep into him.

He’d always admired her business acumen, always found her sexy. She was strong, independent, and knew exactly what she wanted. He’d gravitated to her for those traits, but they were now the very qualities that made him insane.

There was hot obsessive sex, lust, and desire, and there was his wanting to wake up beside a woman, to watch her over the breakfast table, to think about a future. He felt all those things for her. He didn’t know if it was love. He only knew that he needed to find out.

And he couldn’t do it when he was crazy thinking of her with another lover.

He was actually quite proud of how controlled and emotionless he’d sounded. You need to decide if you want the same thing. Yet it drove him nuts that she withheld pieces of herself, that she might possibly give those pieces to someone else.

If she decided she didn’t want him, he didn’t know what he’d do. His heart climbed into his throat, choking him. He feared what he might be capable of.

I’ve got a longer excerpt up on the website if you’d like to read more! And here’s where you can find Take Your Pick Kobo Kindle Kindle UK Nook Smashwords All Romance