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...

* * * * *

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

The Boss's Daughter!

I hope you all enjoyed Kinky Neighbors Two!

And for your reading pleasure, The Boss's Daughter is out! Book 3 in the West Coast Hotwifing series! Thanks to Rae Monet for the sexy cover! Whew, I know I’m behind. I should have had this book out for Oct 1 for all of you. What can I say, the best laid plans and all that. I haven’t even gotten it up on the website yet, because it hasn’t gone live on all the sites. Hopefully by tomorrow. But you can read the excerpt here! Thank you all for your patience with me. This was a very fun book to write because my hero, Ward Restin, wasn't the in-control take-charge-of-everything kind of hero that Clay and Holt were in the first two books. He's not Mr. Total Confidence. And it was fun seeing Cassandra and Ward battle it out.

To celebrate the release of Book 3, I'm going to give away 5 free e-book copies of Revenge Sex, Book 1. In order to be entered in the contest, you must leave me your email so that I can send you the book.

Book 3 in the continuing stories of sexy hotwives and the men who love them

A woman who loves to play the field, a man who doesn’t share...

Cassandra Montgomery is an independent, free-thinking, career-minded woman. She’s left the L.A. rat race behind and returned to her roots in the San Francisco Bay Area to open a fashion boutique featuring her own designs. She’s not out to find Mr. Perfect; she simply enjoys a variety of men who are Mr. Who-cares-if-he’s-perfect-it’s-just-sex. But then Ward Restin walks in on her...

Hitting on the boss’s daughter is always a bad idea, but after discovering Cassandra in a comprising position, Ward can’t get the woman out of his mind. She’s his complete opposite, an extrovert, a tease, and an exhibitionist. She loves sex. She loves multiple partners. She loves freedom. Ward finds himself drawn into the kinky games she plays, watching her with fascination, wanting her...

Then Ward starts to think of her as his woman, and suddenly he wants more from Cassandra than she’s capable of giving. How long can he keep on sharing her with other men before he can’t take it anymore?

The Boss's Daughter
West Coast Series, Book 3
Copyright 2012 Jasmine Haynes
Chapter One

Mango-scented steam perfumed the bathroom. Her long hair piled into a careless knot on the top of her head, Cassandra Montgomery luxuriated in bath salts and bubbles. It wasn’t nine o’clock yet, but she’d taken an early flight out of L.A. to give herself extra time before her afternoon meetings. A good soak was like meditation to her, preparing her for the day ahead.

She rubbed mango sea-salt scrub over her skin. Holt had left for Sedona, returning home on Saturday. She hadn’t told him she’d be coming early, but her father wouldn’t mind. Holt would probably appreciate having someone in the house while he was gone.

She had so much to accomplish in the three days he’d be gone. The idea of opening her own boutique in San Francisco had been gaining momentum over several months. She was tired of L.A. As a fashion designer, she was a minnow swimming around in the big, wide Hollywood ocean. Her striking designs had a forties flair to them, with Princess necklines, pencil skirts, and bold, contrasting colors. Hollywood, however, hadn’t appreciated her sense of style. The Bay Area was her home, she knew it inside and out, and here, she could start a new trend. She had vision. She saw herself in an exclusive shop, with ready-made ensembles for the more economically inclined and an elegant, behind-the-scenes showroom where she served tea and scones and one-of-a-kind designs. These women weren’t shoppers or customers. They didn’t riffle through racks or paw through bins. They searched for perfection. Cassandra would provide exactly that, and her client base would grow by referral. She’d already put her toe in the water and contacted several discerning society matrons. They’d shown phenomenal interest, a few even considering commissions.

The financing was proving to be her biggest stumbling block. She had flair, striking designs, and a good business plan, but that wasn’t enough to show yourself as investment-worthy.

Which is why she had to turn to her father. She planned to discuss the possibilities with Holt this weekend.

Cassandra rose from the tub, drying off with a fluffy bath towel. She wiped condensation from the mirror, moisturized her face, then smoothed mango lotion into her skin. She preferred citrus scents to flowery ones. Letting her hair down, she crimped the red curls with her fingers. She looked nothing like Holt, having her mother’s thick red hair and creamy complexion.

Her silk robe fluttering around her calves, she padded across the hall to the bedroom. She’d been here little more than an hour, yet her clothes were already strewn about the room. She fully admitted she wasn’t much of a housekeeper, but she’d straighten up before Holt got home. Rummaging through the suitcase that lay open on one half of the bed, she found her most essential possession in an inside elasticized pocket. A girl couldn’t go anywhere without her toy.

Cassandra stretched out on the bed, plumping the pillow behind her head. There was really only one way to feel truly relaxed, calm, and ready to face anything. Her motto: an orgasm a day keeps the doctor away. When preceded by a steamy bath, nothing could be better.

Cassandra flipped the switch on her vibrator, parted her robe, and made herself oh so sweetly calm and relaxed.
* * * * *

Ward Restin found the key under the garden rock where Ruby had said it would be. Holt had forgotten his computer when he left the house this morning. That wasn’t like the CEO of West Coast Manufacturing. Holt never forgot anything. But he’d been acting oddly the last couple of weeks. And Ruby’s car sat in his driveway. Holt often had her take him to the airport, but usually they went directly from the office. To leave her car in his driveway? Definitely odd.

Holt’s presentation for the investors’ conference was on his computer. Of course, Ruby Williams, being Holt’s admin, could have given Ward a disk. Or emailed the file. Instead, since he was taking a later flight, she’d insisted Ward pick up the computer on his way to the airport. She had a point, though. These days you couldn’t work without your laptop and your smartphone.

Thirty years ago, what did the world do without these devices?

Ward unlocked Holt’s door. The hardwood floors gleamed, and everything smelled like citrus, as if Holt’s housekeeper had recently polished all the wood surfaces. The living room, filled with big leather furniture, was neat and orderly. No computer there. He’d been to the house several times for company parties and barbecues and was familiar with the floor plan. The kitchen lay to the right, the dining room straight ahead, bedrooms along the hall to the left. Ruby had given him no clue where to look. If I knew where we left the computer, we wouldn’t have forgotten it.

Another odd thing, as if she’d been inside the house instead of simply picking up Holt.

He didn’t have time to waste thinking about it. What Holt did was Holt’s business. Heading to the kitchen, a sound stopped him. He cocked his head. And heard it again. A woman’s voice. A moan. He felt it along his skin, heating him.

He turned until the bedroom hallway yawned before him. She moaned again. He saw her on the bed through the doorway. A suitcase lay open beside her, bright clothing hanging out of it. A blue dress had been tossed on the floor, blue panties on the end of the bed, a lacy bra. And her. His blood started to pound in his ears.

So, what is Ward walking in on!!!! Right now you can find The Boss’s Daughter on Kindle Kobo Nook All Romance and Smashwords.

Don’t miss the first two books in the West Coast series if you haven’t already read them:

Revenge Sex, Book 1 Kindle Nook Kobo Smashwords iBookstore All Romance 

Submitting to the Boss, Book 2 Kindle Nook Kobo Smashwords All Romance Sony

Goodbye to my little CT

I’ve talked about CT the cat in previous blogs and on my website. Last week we lost CT to her battle with cancer. She put up a valiant fight, but my husband and I felt that the steroids were no longer working for her, and we decided it was best to let her go. I miss her very much and the house is very empty without her. She liked to sit on my lap in the mornings as I was doing my emails and writing blogs, so it is especially hard as I type this now. But I am also glad that she is no longer in pain. I held her until the very end. She was a good little girl and gave us much love and laughter. When we lost our dog Star to a brain tumor, CT was there to give us some much needed loving. This is a photo of her in her favorite spot in the atrium, right under the hydrangea tub. We would sit out there for hours together while I did my writing. We love you, CT. You are are missed terribly.