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Thursday, April 26, 2018

Want to get a little Wild in Love?


Bella and I have been dying to tell Daniel's story. He was always the guy with the perfect family, with all the great friends, with all the love he could ask for, not to mention the billions. So what would his story look like? Here's a hint!

Daniel Spencer is proud of the billion-dollar business he’s built, but there are few things he enjoys more than creating something with his bare hands. Lake Tahoe has everything he’s looking for—the lakefront cabin he’s building for family and friends to enjoy, crystal clear water and lush green mountains. Everything except the perfect woman to share it with. Until Tasha Summerfield literally falls into his arms.

After learning that her family has lied to her for pretty much her entire life, Tasha flees San Francisco for the mountains. As she tries to bury her heartache by hammering her dilapidated cabin back together, the last thing she expects is to fall for a sexy billionaire. But when a storm blows in and she desperately needs help, there is Daniel, waiting with open arms.

Tasha believes Daniel deserves a woman from a perfect, loving, tight-knit family like his. Yet how can she possibly resist a man this sweet and generous…who looks positively sinful in his tool belt? With every delicious taste of him, Tasha finds it harder to quell the hopes and dreams she thought were crushed forever. But when it turns out that Daniel’s family isn’t picture perfect after all, will the truth set them both free? Or will it destroy any chance they ever had?




Excerpt

© 2018 Bella Andre & Jennifer Skully

Wild in Love, Maverick Billionaires, Book 5

Chapter One

The lake was brilliantly blue and perfectly calm as Daniel Spencer stood on the back deck of his Tahoe getaway. The air held the crisp scent of the mountains, and he breathed deeply to take in the sweetness. He’d chosen Fallen Leaf Lake on which to build his waterfront cabin because of this spectacular view, the snow-capped mountains in the distance, the scent of wildflowers just starting to bloom, and the peace of it all, away from the rush and noise of the city.

Except for the insistent thwack of a staple gun spoiling the perfect quiet.

Since his last visit over three months ago, someone must have moved into the run-down shack up the hill—the blue tarps on the roof were new, and a small, older-model truck had replaced the rusted hulk on the gravel drive. He’d always gotten along well with his neighbors, but this morning he couldn’t push away his resentment at the intrusion.

His family had been right; he definitely needed a few days away to recharge. It had been way too long since he’d had a vacation, or come up to work on the cabin. Weekends had been out of the question as well, given that they had become a revolving door of birthday parties and sports events and barbecues with his friends and their wives or girlfriends and children.

The other four Mavericks—Will, Sebastian, Matt, and Evan—had each found the woman of their dreams. A partner they could share everything with. Love and companionship and intimacy. Over the past few months, Daniel had begun to realize that being the only unattached Maverick separated him from the pack.

He was now the odd man out.

Will’s wedding had jump-started Daniel’s restlessness—and Evan and Paige’s recent housewarming party had only deepened the growing hole inside him. At first, he’d sought to plug it with work, making sure he had little time for anything else—especially thinking too much. But he had to admit he’d become a bear to work for these past few months, asking for too much, pushing everyone else as hard as he pushed himself.

And all the while, he couldn’t help asking himself, what was it all for? He’d triumphed over his dirt-poor childhood to build Top Notch DIY into the world’s leading home-improvement franchise, with outlets around the globe. His face filled millions of screens on a homebuilding TV show that aired weekly. He had more money than he could possibly spend. But something was missing.

Someone was missing.

Someone to share it all with.

At thirty-six, Daniel had dated plenty of women, but he’d never found the one woman with whom he could share the perfect love and relationship he’d seen in his parents. It had never felt sappy to say that he wanted the kind of love his mom and dad had found. After all, who wouldn’t want a relationship that good, that free of bumps and hurdles—two people who had always been there for each other, no matter what?

His mother, Susan Spencer, set the bar. As an adult, Daniel had a clear-eyed view of her strength and wisdom, qualities he hadn’t always appreciated as a punk kid narrowly skirting the line between right and wrong. Back then, he hadn’t wanted his father’s no-nonsense advice either. But Daniel knew better now. His parents were his rocks, his guides. They never faltered, never screwed up, even though they had struggled to make ends meet for most of their lives.

No matter how difficult life had been, they’d never lost sight of the important things: love, family, loyalty. In that grimy Chicago neighborhood, which was the only place they could afford, Bob and Susan Spencer had taken in his friends—all the Mavericks—and though each of the boys had gone through his own struggles, none of them had ever been left wanting for love or attention.

Daniel had been thinking of his family when he’d drawn the plans for this cabin. It wasn’t meant to be a bachelor pad—he envisioned playing games outside in the summer sun with his wife and kids and making s’mores in the outdoor fire pit beneath a full moon.

At present, the exterior was complete except for the trimmings. He had electricity as well as plumbing, one working bathroom, and a carefully handcrafted river-rock fireplace. The refrigerator, countertop microwave and coffee machine were the only working appliances in the kitchen, but he did all the real cooking on the barbecue anyway. He’d brought in a big bed for his master suite so he had somewhere decent to sleep, but though the log walls were dried in, there were holes where the interior door frames should be and bare, unfinished planks for floors. For all his dreams, the house wasn’t much more than a shell.

Just like his life.

He shook his head, cursing himself for falling into a mental hole again. This week away from work was supposed to renew him. He’d risen hours before dawn in order to miss the commuter traffic on the drive up from San Francisco. On the road, he’d been eager to continue the work. Now that he was here, it was time to focus on the fact that he was not only the luckiest guy in the world to have a thriving business and bank account, along with all his close friends, but also that nothing he’d faced would ever compare to his parents’ struggles. Especially not while he was standing on the edge of a glorious blue lake, with the Memorial Day holiday just around the corner and a week’s vacation stretching out ahead of him.

He knew exactly what would knock some sense back into his brain—a cannonball into the frigid lake. The ice and snow that had covered the water for the past several months had only just melted.

He whipped off his flannel shirt, kicked off his boots and jeans, and had just made a flying leap toward the crystal clear water when a scream suddenly fractured the morning’s quiet.

~

Hmm, so who do you think screamed? And why!!?? Find out in Wild in Love!




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Sunday, June 29, 2014

Not in the Game Chapter Two!



Woohoo! Thanks for helping Not in the Game hit #2 in the entire Kindle Worlds store! Yay!
To recap from yesterday, Bella Andre has opened up the world of her bad boys of football to Kindle Worlds. If you haven’t read any of her football books, try Game for Love. I loved this book, as well as the other books in the series. That’s why I wanted to write for Bella’s Game for Love world, which launched on Thursday. Thanks so much to Bella Andre for asking me to be part of her launch!! And of course, I adore the fabulous cover Rae Monet designed for the story! You can also try Game On by Cat Johnson, and I just learned that Jami Davenport will be adding a new story called Game for You. I think that will be out Monday. As part of Lucy Kevin’s Four Weddings and a Fiasco world, try The Wedding Date by Katy Regnery. And don’t miss Barbara Freethy’s The Callaways world with It’s Only Love by Carol Grace!
I know I’m repeating, but here’s the blurb for Not in the Game!
Are there second chances in the game for love?
Mark Benedict had a major thing going for Carolina Hutchins years ago. But that was high school, she’d been four years older than him, and she hadn’t even known he was alive. At least that’s what he thought.
Now he’s found her again. And this time he’s a game-winning running back with a Super Bowl ring and a hell of lot more to offer. Only problem, she’s on the rebound from a bad divorce and thinks all men are like her ex-husband.
Can he convince this gorgeous woman to take a second chance with him? Or, despite the attraction that flares between them, is letting another man into her life for more than a night simply not in the game?
And here’s the new excerpt! If you didn’t read Chapter One, just pop down to yesterday’s blog. Now I’m only allowed to give you 20% of the story, so, my lovely readers, the excerpt ends right on the dot of 20%!

Game for Love: Not in the Game (Kindle Worlds Novella)
Jasmine Haynes Copyright 2014
Chapter Two

Mark Benedict had taken his best man’s duties seriously. He’d chosen the venue, Ali Baba’s just off Union Square, which boasted a large banquet room, belly dancers, and a manager who swore up and down not to leak the bachelor party’s location to the press. The guest list was comprised of Rich’s male relatives, a few close friends outside the game of football, and the San Francisco Outlaws. Mark had hired limos to drive the guys to the party and, more importantly, home afterward. He didn’t want any drunk-driving accidents on his conscience. He’d also arranged the entertainment. A girl was to pop out of a cake and lavish Rich with attention, but not too much attention. Rich’s bride, Sherry, had made Mark swear there would be no sexual shenanigans. Hell, she was too sweet to say no to.
Things were off to a good start. Thick Persian carpets covered the floor and tapestries hung on the walls, making the place look like some sort of pasha’s palace. The guests were seated on pillows thrown down around low tables with intricate carvings under the glass tops. They’d eaten the excellent food with their fingers and were tended to by haram girls who bathed their hands after each course. The waiters were garbed as the haram guards. Rich had consumed just enough alcohol to wriggle in the middle of the room with the belly dancers. It was a pathetic sight and didn’t bode well for the first dance at the wedding reception next weekend. But everyone was having a good time. And the main event should start—he checked his watch—in five minutes.
Right on time, the wait staff of Ali Baba’s opened the double doors. Two burly haram guards rolled in a humongous pink cake. Purple flowers dotted its smooth surface, along with purple ribbons around each of the three tiers, supposedly to simulate icing. Yeah, a cake was probably old-fashioned, but Rich was an old-fashioned guy. The guards pushed the monstrosity to the middle of the room, then stepped back, exiting quietly and closing the doors behind them. The belly dancers and haram girls slipped out, too, through hidden doors in the tapestry walls.
Rich started the chant, “Hoo-ah. Hoo-ah,” and the rest of the guys joined in, pounding the tables in a matching rhythm. They all knew what was inside. You couldn’t have a bachelor party without the obligatory scantily clad girl.
Mark shouted as loud as the others. The flutes and cymbals that had accompanied the belly dancers were drowned out by the deafening roar of the all-male banquet. The poor girl inside was probably terrified, wondering what she’d gotten herself into.
Then she smashed through the cake, and all thoughts of a poor girl flew out of his head.
The room went damn near silent. Tight black leather encased mile-long legs that made his mouth go dry. The high-heeled ankle boots spiked his heart rate. She wore fingerless leather gloves that made him want her hands all over him. Her torso was cinched tightly in a satin corset that accentuated her minuscule waist and plumped her breasts up and out just short of baring her nipples. Her skin was so creamy and glistening, he had the almost irresistible urge to lick deep down into her cleavage. Her hair was poofed and teased, a sexy mass of luscious brunette curls that caressed her naked shoulders. A black choker circled her throat. She had dark Cleopatra eyes and lips so red they seemed to drip with the blood of her victims.
She spread her feet, sank her heels into the carpet, and surveyed a room of slack-jawed men.
“Where is my submissive?” she demanded. Then she thwacked the flat of her gloved hand with a flogger, its short leather fronds a loud slap in the quiet.
Rich merely gaped. Then he stepped back, hiding in the crowd. Ty Calhoun and Dominic DiMarco shoved him forward. Quarterback and wide receiver, the two were good friends, not just teammates. Their pretty wives had allowed them out to play for a little while tonight. And they were putting on a good show.

Hope you’ve enjoyed the story so far! Here’s where you can find Not in the Game: http://bit.ly/notinthegame

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Are there second chances in the Game for Love?




Have you heard of Kindle Worlds? You can read more about it here, plus see the worlds that are available for you to write in and to read about! Kindle Worlds is this very cool concept where we get to write stories set in the worlds of fabulous authors like Bella Andre, Lucy Kevin, Barbara Freethy, and more. Think of it as fan fiction! Bella Andre has opened up the world of her bad boys of football. If you haven’t read any of her football books, try Game for Love, in which the Kindle World is set. This is the world I’ve written in. Bella’s “world” launched on Thursday, and already my story, Not in the Game, is #3 in Kindle Worlds Romance! Thanks so much to Bella Andre for asking me to be part of her launch!! Thanks to Rae Monet for the fabulous cover! Also try Game On by Cat Johnson. As part of Lucy Kevin’s Four Weddings and a Fiasco world, try The Wedding Date by Katy Regnery. And don’t miss Barbara Freethy’s The Callaways with It’s Only Love by Carol Grace!

Here’s a blurb for Not in the Game to whet your appetite!
Are there second chances in the game for love?
Mark Benedict had a major thing going for Carolina Hutchins years ago. But that was high school, she’d been four years older than him, and she hadn’t even known he was alive. At least that’s what he thought.
Now he’s found her again. And this time he’s a game-winning running back with a Super Bowl ring and a hell of lot more to offer. Only problem, she’s on the rebound from a bad divorce and thinks all men are like her ex-husband.
Can he convince this gorgeous woman to take a second chance with him? Or, despite the attraction that flares between them, is letting another man into her life for more than a night simply not in the game?
Let me give you an excerpt!
Game for Love: Not in the Game (Kindle Worlds Novella)
Jasmine Haynes Copyright 2014
Chapter One 
“You want to jump out of the cake at the bachelor party? You’re joking, right?”
“I’m not.” Carolina Hutchins had never been more serious in her life. One week from tonight, she wanted to take Deidre’s place and jump out of that cake.
“But…” Deidre looked her up and down. “You’re thirty-eight years old.”
The rest of the sentiment was implied rather than stated. And Carolina’s pretty roommate was right. Men didn’t pay to see a thirty-eight-year-old woman dance her way out of a cake. They wanted nubile young things like Deidre Morrow, petite, blond, buxom, with a tiny waist the span of a big man’s hands, and the tender age of twenty-five. Carolina was her opposite, tall, brunette, slender. And thirteen years older.
“Not that you’re not hot and all for an—” Deidre cut herself off.
“For an old lady,” Carolina finished
Deidre tssked. “You’re not old.”
“Just pre-menopausal,” Carolina supplied instead.
As two single women at nine o’clock on a foggy Friday night in April, they should have been on dates. Instead, they were seated on their flower-print couch in the San Francisco apartment they’d shared for almost a year, and consuming a bottle of wine. It wasn’t expensive chardonnay, but not out of a box either. Their dateless state was by choice.
Deidre worked by day as an accounts payable clerk at a San Francisco corporation, took college courses at night, and burst out of cakes on weekends. Or played cop, nurse, dominatrix, whatever the boss of her adult party entertainment company wanted her to play. She was too busy to date. Carolina worked as an accounts receivable clerk at the same company—where they’d met and decided to become roommates—and hadn’t dated since her divorce two years ago.
“Don’t talk down about yourself,” Deidre chided.
Carolina had to laugh; she was supposed to be wiser. But Deidre was an old soul. She was working on a degree in business and had decided she’d be a CEO of a Fortune 500 company by the time she was forty. Carolina was sure she’d accomplish that goal.
“I’m not talking down,” she said. “I’m stating a fact.”
Deidre made a face, which, on her, was just another pretty aspect. “I don’t get why you’d want to pop out of a cake for an entire football team. They could be a rough audience.”
“I want to meet Mark Benedict.” He was the best man for his teammate Rich Moon, who played center, and had arranged for Deidre to appear at the party.
“Ooh. Mark Benedict. One of the NFL’s most eligible bachelors. I love blond-haired, blue-eyed hunks.” Deidre studied her a moment. “There are probably easier ways to meet him.”
“I’d never get a chance to even be in the same room with him.” A running back for the San Francisco Outlaws, he was way out of her current league. As one of the higher-paid players, with numerous advertising contracts and a Super Bowl ring, he had any number of gorgeous young women willing to fawn all over him.
“So what’s the big deal about him? After what your husband did to you, I’d think you’d run a mile from any filthy-rich, good-time playboy type.”
Her ex-husband. Carolina had to admit she was still bitter. After thirteen years of marriage, Pete had found a prettier and younger trophy wife. And because of the prenuptial Carolina had signed—to prove she was marrying for love, not money—she got nothing. He’d cheated on her, and she was rewarded with exactly zilch. Not even the car she drove or the clothes and jewelry he’d bought her. Turned out everything was in his name. If they’d had kids—Pete had two boys by his first wife and said he was too old to want babies again—he’d have stolen them, too, she was sure. She’d been such a starstruck idiot. She’d thrown away her college education and given up her brand new accounting career. By the time she went back to get a job, she wasn’t even in the game anymore. In fact, it seemed a metaphor for her whole life. Not in the game. She was a clerk when she should have been controller by now, or even VP of Finance. Instead, she was taking refresher courses at the community college and starting at the bottom again.
“I’m not interesting in dating Mark Benedict.” She was done with dating, let alone relationships, for a very long time. “But anyway, he’s different.”
Deidre tipped her head and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you know him.”
“I did, a long time ago.”
“Hmm.” Deidre chewed the inside of her lip, pondering. “Well, you couldn’t have gone to high school with him because he’s only thirty-four.”
“He went to school with my brother.”
“Your brother?” Deidre emphasized.
Carolina poured another half glass of wine for each of them. Her brother was a software engineer in Silicon Valley. “Yeah. Lowell got in with a bad crowd when he started high school, and it was Mark who helped him turn his life around.” She shuddered. “I’d hate to think what he would have become. Mark introduced him to football. The game gave Lowell purpose. He didn’t turn out to be one of the greats like Mark is, but he’s got a good life, and I’m proud of him.” She’d always been grateful that Mark had stepped in to provide the guidance Lowell needed. As his big sister, that should have been her job, but she’d been away at university when it was all going on. At least that was her excuse.
“So you just want to thank good old Mark for what he did for your brother by entertaining him at his buddy’s bachelor party?”
Carolina shrugged. “It would be interesting to see him again.”
“Doesn’t your brother talk to him? After all, they were friends.”
“They didn’t keep in touch.”
Deidre leaned forward to tap Carolina’s temple. “Something’s going on up there. I don’t know what. But you’ve got an awful lot of excuses for why you have to do it this way.”
“It was just a spur of the moment thought when you said you were performing at the bachelor party he’s holding for his friend.”
Deidre snorted. “You’ve never done anything like this in your life. And I don’t even think you approve of what I do.”
“That’s not true at all.” Deidre’s performances didn’t go beyond stripping down to a bikini bathing suit. And she didn’t do lap dances. She danced sexy, yes, but that was all. “I think it’s great that you’re working so hard to put yourself through school.”
Deidre gave her a press-lipped, knowing smile. “You better tell me what’s really going on or I’m not letting you do it.”
“Fine. I’ll tell you. I was attracted to him back then, okay. But he was in high school and I was in college. And it’s not like I could even think about telling anyone how I felt, let alone date him. And I just want to know now. If there’s still any hint of that attraction.” She raised her hands. “He probably won’t even remember me.” What she’d felt might have been mutual, but she’d never been sure. “And it is a spur of the moment thing. I wouldn’t even have thought of him if you hadn’t told me about the party.” Except that she had watched all the Outlaws’ games, and she knew Mark’s stats.
Maybe a bit of it was also curiosity as to whether fame and fortune had turned Mark into the kind of man her ex-husband had been. Pete had used people for what he could gain from them, then discarded them like empty husks.
Deidre waggled her eyebrows. “So the ice queen is interested in a man.”
Carolina didn’t flinch at the title. Deidre was actually poking fun at Pete, who’d called her an ice queen, stating that his cheating was her fault because she was frigid. He’d been the consummate liar. He probably had to use Viagra to entice the new trophy wife. And he’d throw her away when she reached a mature age as well. Carolina actually felt sorry for her.
“Okay, yes, I’m interested,” Carolina agreed. “So help me out.”
Deidre pursed her lips, then finally smiled until laughter spread across her face. “All right. But we’re going to wow you up, lots of makeup, really big hair.” She fluffed Carolina’s straight brunette locks that flowed over her shoulders. “I’m thinking hair like Peggy from Married with Children. Stand up.” She waved her hands.
Married with Children? Good God. Carolina rose. In sweat pants and a T-shirt, she didn’t look like anyone’s version of Wow.
Deidre stroked her chin, considering, then clapped her hands. “I’ve got it. Black corset, leather pants, and five-inch platform boots. You’re going to be a dominatrix. Snap your flogger around a little, maybe give the groom a good spanking.”
Spank the groom? Carolina hadn’t thought of the act she’d be required to put on. She’d only imagined the look on Mark Benedict’s face when—if—he recognized. And if he didn’t, she’d at least be able to observe the kind of man he’d turned into. That would certainly be no hardship on the eyes.
“A dominatrix? Is that what he asked for?”
Deidre shrugged. “He wasn’t specific. Just wanted some girl to dance around and entertain.”
“I don’t think a dominatrix would jump out of a cake. That’s not their style.”
“This is fantasy,” Deidre scoffed. “We can have our dominatrix do anything we want.”
This could actually be terrifying. Her? In a corset and leather pants? “I don’t own anything a dominatrix would wear.”
Deidre batted her eyelashes. “That’s why we’re going shopping.”
Oh God, she was in for it now. Yet despite the momentary terror, there was a certain appeal to the idea. What would Pete have done if, instead of being his doormat, she’d brought out a whip years ago? What if she’d taken charge and shown him what a real woman was capable of? The thought had possibilities.
“The dominatrix is growing on me.” She could take out her aggressions. Not that she’d actually cause pain. But lording it over a bunch of men, oh yeah, definitely appealing.
“I can’t wait to see you all decked out.” Deidre rubbed her hands together with glee as she made her plans. “Those guys are going to eat you up.”
Not if Carolina ate them up first.

Stay tuned! I’ll be giving you another excerpt in the next few days! Here’s where you can find Not in the Game: http://bit.ly/notinthegame
 

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