Hi everyone! The Other Man is out, woohoo!
First thought, here are links
to the 10/29 podcast for After Dark Radio with Ande Lyons! If you didn’t get a
chance to listen to our interview, please take advantage of the free podcast.
We had so much fun! Ande Lyons is a great host. So give the podcast a try! You
might be surprised what you learn about me! The podcast can be found on Bring Back Desire, Blog
Talk Radio, and
iTunes.
Also, for those of you in the San Francisco Bay Area, my
friend Shelley Adina/Adina Senft will be signing our latest releases at Village
House of Books in Los Gatos Wed, Nov 6 at 7 PM. Shelley will be doing an Amish
makeover of one audience member, and I will do a reading from The
Naughty Corner. LOL, can I find something that’s not explicit?? Why
yes, I think I can! You can find the address and phone number at http://villagehouseofbooks.com/. I
hope you’ll drop by if you’re in the area!
And now to The Other Man! This is the 4th
book in the West Coast series. But wait, one more thing! To celebrate the
release, I’ll be giving away 5 ebook copies of Submitting
to the Boss, Book 2! Leave a comment AND your email address (so that I can contact you if you win) on the blog to be entered in
that giveaway. Revenge, Book 1, is also free right now, so be sure to get your
copy! Details at the end of the blog!
For those of you who read The
Boss’s Daughter, you’ll remember Spencer Benedict. After writing that
book, I was dying to find out what Spence was up to. In fact, the tagline for
his book came to me before I’d even finished writing The
Boss’s Daughter. Here it is!
For every hotwife and her husband, there’s always the other man.
And Spencer Benedict is the perfect other man.
Until he
meets the woman for whom he wants to be the only man.
When I first started thinking about Spence and The
Other Man, I envisioned giving readers the other side of the hotwifing
coin, what it’s like to be the other guy in a three-way relationship. Can it
work? Or will someone eventually get jealous? Or possessive? And Spence is such
an easy-going guy, but in this situation, how will he react? He’s got a
backstory that plays into who he is (don’t we all, LOL!), so at first it seems
like he’ll be absolutely perfect as a third. So it was fun writing this story,
learning more about Spence. And the kind of woman he would fall for. Thanks to Rae Monet for the great cover! Here’s
a blurb and an excerpt for you to enjoy.
Zoe Hudson has a most unusual
marriage: she plays while she's away on business, and her husband is dying to
hear all about her naughty activities when she returns home. It's certainly an
unconventional arrangement, but it works perfectly for them. Until Zoe meets
Spencer Benedict and a five-day liaison away from home turns into something
more. Should she risk making Spence her full-time other man? If she does, her
husband will want to know every naughty detail. He’ll probably want to watch,
maybe even participate.
Can a hotwife satisfy both men in
her life? Or will this other man spell disaster?
The Other Man
Copyright 2013 Jasmine Haynes
Shoving the outer door open, he
stepped into the sultry heat of the night. As he crossed the courtyard to the
promenade along the beach, a light breeze picked up, toning down the humidity.
He strolled to the low wall and stood, hands in pockets as the waves crashed on
the shore. It was summer, school was already out in most places, and the
walkway was crowded with teenagers, families, couples. His footwear wasn’t
appropriate—street shoes—but he headed down the stone steps to the beach. Heat
rose from sand that had been baking in the sun all day, but down at the edge of
the water, a cool breeze blew off the ocean. And above the scents of sea and
salt and lingering suntan lotion, he smelled her flowery perfume as if it had
stuck in his head.
But the voice wasn’t a trick of his
imagination.
“It’s a gorgeous night, but I’m not
used to this heat.” Her tone was husky, low, sexy. She held a paper fan in her
hand, stirring the air around her, blowing her scent over him. Her high heels
dangled from her fingers. She looked at him, wrinkling her nose. “It was
getting terribly stuffy in there.”
“Yes,” he agreed. They weren’t
alone on the beach, but the ceaseless beat of the ocean waves cocooned them.
“You were on my plane, weren’t you?”
she asked. “From San Francisco?”
He nodded. Obviously he’d been
caught staring, but he hadn’t noticed her giving him a single glance.
“We’re just not used to this
humidity.” She groaned, fanned herself more vigorously.
“Just wait till there’s a thunderstorm.
It gets worse.” He’d been to Florida
before, of course. Rain didn’t cool things off; it simply turned everything
into steam.
“It was only eighty-nine degrees
today.” She gathered her hair, twisted it in a rope around her hand, and held
it up off her neck. “Back home that would have been bearable.”
His blood drummed in his ears. He
had a near uncontrollable urge to lick the salt from her nape. Did she know she
was driving him crazy? He wanted to bend all his rules. He wanted to admit he
didn’t have any where she was concerned. That’s what seven hours of watching
her had done to him.
“It’ll cool off in a bit. Seventy
maybe.” The steadiness of his voice surprised him.
“Thank goodness. I wanted to take
my walk on the beach in the morning.”
He wanted to ask her what time. Or
maybe she’d simply tell him. Because she’d definitely followed him. And he
wanted to see her out on the beach in the early morning light.
“I better turn in,” she said. “I
have to call home, let my husband know I arrived safely. And we’ve got a full
day tomorrow.” She smiled, backed up a step. “Good night.”
He returned the smile, then watched
her walk up the beach to the stairs. She didn’t put her shoes back on.
He dreamed of her in the night. He
came imagining her mouth on him. But he hadn’t even asked her name.
* * * *
After climbing the steps, she
crossed the square to the fountain, the concrete still warm against her bare
feet. The man was a dark outline against the night sky.
She’d seen him watching her on the
plane, felt him following her after they’d arrived and made their way to
baggage claim. As she sipped champagne at the mixer, his gaze had heated her.
Talking to him on the beach had been her opening gambit, and she’d been wet
with anticipation.
Her phone rang. This late, it could
only be her husband.
“Hey, sweetie, how was the flight?”
“Great,” she told him.
“So, have we found any
possibilities?”
Oh, she certainly had. “One. He’s
going to take a little bit of work. But I’m not in a hurry.” She was going to
let the man think about why she’d been down on that beach beside him. Why she’d
spoken to him. By tomorrow, he should be more than ready.
Keith groaned. “Does that mean I’m
not going to get my hot and sexy phone call tonight before I go to bed?”
She laughed softly. “Not tonight.
Tomorrow.”
“Promise, sweetie?”
“I promise.”
Approaching a man she was
interested in was the hardest part. Every time she did, her nerves rising, she
had to wonder if she was doing it for herself, or because it was what Keith
wanted, because imagining her with other men was how he got excited.
This time she didn’t wonder. This
time was for her.
Don’t forget to
leave a comment AND your email address (so that I can contact you if you win) to be entered to win one of five e-copies of Submitting
to the Boss, Book 2! If you’ve already got that one, I’m sure we can
work something out.
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