Rayne’s Wild Ride

Is finally here! Woohoo!!!!

It gets better.

Rayne Carr was riding his bike, minding his own business when his life was forever changed. Driving over State Boulevard Bridge he sees a woman about to jump and intervenes. Appearances can be deceiving.

Charles Sylvester Piper, III wants to end it all. No one understands him. His father is abusive and his mother hides in a bottle. When his younger brother finds Piper in his favourite dress he is kicked out of his basement apartment. With nowhere to turn he leaves his life to fates hands. When a big scary biker asks for a kiss on the worst night of his life, who is he to refuse.

Is love really all you need?

Reader Advisory: This book contains cross dressing.

EXCERPT:

By reading any further, you are stating that you are 18 years of age, or over. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site. Copyright © Jambrea Jo Jones, 2011 All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Total-E-Bound. Excerpt From: Rayne’s Wilde Ride   Rayne Carr enjoyed a nice ride through the quiet city. Just him and his Harley. Stars brightened the sky without a cloud to mar his vision. The State Boulevard Bridge was coming up and he liked to park there on his late nights and stare out at the water below with the city sounds behind him. It was peaceful after the day he’d had. Some days he hated being the oldest of six and head of his family. But only fleetingly, because he loved each and every one of his brothers and sisters and wouldn’t trade them for anything. He turned the corner and something seemed out of place. Was that—? It couldn’t be. As Ray got closer he saw the back of a woman, her straight, long, black hair almost reaching a cute, firm ass covered by a short skirt. How she kept her balance on the handrail of the bridge in those heels, Ray had no idea. She had nice legs, but what the hell was she thinking? Startling her was a bad idea. She’d fall for sure. He revved the bike to alert her before coming to a stop and lowering the kickstand. Traffic had been light so he figured he had to be the first one to see the woman. There was no way she’d be missed as a person drove by, the street lights had her illuminated. Ray took off his helmet, set it on the seat, put his blinkers on and casually walked over. “Um. Excuse me. Miss? What exactly are you doing up there?” He spoke softly because he was a big bear of a man and didn’t want to scare the poor thing. He knew he came off looking rough, being six-three with a barrel chest. The tats and beard probably didn’t help either. He looked like what he was—a biker. “I’m going to jump.” The woman never turned around. Her voice was low and husky. It caressed his ears. Ray moved closer so he could grab her hand and yank her off the rail if the ridiculous idea he’d just concocted to distract her from jumping failed. “A kiss!” he blurted. “Could I kiss you goodbye? That is, if you really think you need to jump.” Suave he wasn’t, but he’d never been in a situation like this before and would hope if it was one of his siblings someone would try and help them any way they could. The woman finally turned. She was a vision of beauty with high cheekbones, dark sherry- coloured eyes and a small pert nose. Red plump lips, just meant for kissing, framed the most gorgeous mouth. He couldn’t tell how old she was. Her face had a timeless quality. She was short and slim and the shirt she was wearing hid her breasts so it looked like she had none, but that didn’t distract from her looks at all. “Okay, but no touching.” The girl sat down on the railing and leaned towards him. Ray licked his lips in anticipation. He wanted the kiss more than he should. This woman was troubled and he was just trying to help. Keep telling yourself that, Hoss. Maybe you’ll believe it. Ray ignored the inner voice and gently pressed his lips to the woman’s. He’d only wanted to get her in a better position to drag her away from the edge, but it turned into more. She whimpered and opened her mouth, touching his lips with her tongue. Ray opened to let her explore. She was hesitant at first, but that didn’t last long. The woman tangled her hands in his hair and cradled him between her legs. Ray wanted to press their bodies together, but she resisted so he didn’t push it. Finally they broke apart. Ray was stunned. He’d never been kissed so passionately before. Sure, he’d had his fair share of women, and men for that matter, but something about the kiss was more than he’d ever thought possible. “Damn, girl! A woman who kisses like that should not deprive the world of her talent. I’m Ray by the way. Rayne Carr. Please tell me why you’re thinking of diving off the bridge.” He rested his forehead on hers and hoped she would answer. She pulled him closer and his dick hardened. This was so inappropriate it wasn’t even funny. Wait, was that—?

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I’m Yours

You know how sometimes you hear a song you love, or see a movie with an actor you think is outrageously gorgeous, and next thing you know, you’ve drifted off into the sweetest daydream imaginable about said actor or singer?

Well, I find myself doing this often. And my fantasies are always so extraordinary and fanciful they could never, ever come true.

Anyway, early last year while listening to this song – which I absolutely adore – I found myself slipping into one of those daydreams.

I would like to add at this point, that the daydream was very innocent. It involved sitting on a plane, in business class (that in itself was a lovely thought) and lo and behold the passenger in the seat beside turned out to be…Jason Mraz.

Unfortunately, midway through this delightful musing, I was rudely awakened by a nasty realization. Even if I ever did meet Jason (or Jay, as he’d so endearingly invited me to call him), well, the truth is, he wouldn’t give me a second glance. Because… I’m old enough to be his mother.

This fact depressed me no end. Me? Too old to fantasize?

*SOB*

But then an amazing thing happened. I remembered something that had eluded me completely. Something that meant my daydreams could indeed become reality. You see, I’m a writer. I don’t have to confine my fantasies to my imagination. I can make them happen. I can turn them into books! And with that, The first seed of See You In My Dreams (the book that releases at Samhain on Tuesday) was sewn.

Yes, my daydream about Jason Mraz was innocent. No, See You In My Dreams is not. It is true erotic romance, with no holds barred on either the erotica or the romance. But I had a world of fun turning an unreachable, untouchable pop icon into a real person, who falls in love with a woman like you or me. Nathan Pace AKA Jamie Speed, may hold absolutely no resemblance to Jason Mraz whatsoever. But I will always be grateful to Jason Mraz not only for this song, but  for planting the idea of See You In My Dreams in my head.

Jess

What does Halloween mean to you?

This year is the first time that my over-seas hubby and I have the opportunity to partake in Halloween festivities. He’s only been in the US with me one other Halloween–last year, but my friend had her engagement part Halloween weekend, so we were more involved in wedding prep than ghost hunting.

This year I was determined to show my Irish hubby the best of American Halloween. (He’s still trying to figure out why one of my publishers is named Halloween/November.) He’s not a hard-core partier, so my old standby of ridiculous costumes and getting wasted wasn’t going to cut it.

Instead, we will be attending a college football game (this feels like a Halloween tradition, because when I was in school there were almost always games). Then we’re going to Knott’s Scary Farm–better known as Knott’s Halloween Haunt tomorrow night. On Monday we’re going to a friend’s house (they live in an affluent suburb) to gawk at trick or treaters.

If you were going to introduce someone to Halloween, what would you do?

This week in bondage: Hunting Passions

In Hunting Passions I again explored the idea of socially structured bondage, but instead of a fantasy world as with the Zinah series, in Hunting Passions it’s a contemporary world where weres are real. This book has several things going on–it’s a menage, it’s a shifter story, and it has a strong BDSM theme.

The book centers around the story of a male werewolf and female werefalcon filling out an age old tradition of going to life with an English lord. The arrangement was set up because in times past that same English lord protected the were clans, and the tradition continues to this day. The problem is this particular lord–William–distrusts the weres who are now bound to him for the rest of his life. To tell the truth his a bit of a bastard–I love a good reformed asshole hero.

This story takes place in England. I wrote it while living there and it contains a lot of my observations (and irritations) around England.

Hunting Passions

William, the newest Lord of Eahrington, is a modern man living a medieval life. As payment for a centuries old debt were-wolf Christoffer and were-falcon Mirela arrive at William’s home—his Hunting Pair.

Scared by his past, William treats them like animals, locking them away. What he didn’t expect was his attraction to each of them. William must learn to trust the falcon and wolf before he can open his heart to their human halves. Destined to be together forever, their only hope at happiness is to learn to love one another, but can William overcome his past?

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This week in bondage: Undone Rebel

I’ve always been interested in pin-up culture, both old and new. Pictures like the ones below always get my imagination going.

With Undone Rebel I got to explore that connection.

Undone Rebel

Note: This title is not yet out.

When amateur fetish model and rockabilly princess Adelita “Addie” Sanchez is asked to model for an instructional BDSM book she turns them down, adamant that she’s not a porn star. That changes when she meets the three male dominants behind the project, particularly Lane Therres, who convinces her that the project is more art than porn, and she’d be safe in his hands.

The rules of the photo sessions are clear—there’s no sex, and Addie can call a halt to anything she’s uncomfortable with. What self reliant, strong-willed Addie hadn’t counted on was enjoying giving herself over to the powerful Doms and their ropes, chains and toys. When she falls for Lane, while enjoying Emory’s touch, Addie turns away from both men, scared of what they’re doing to her. Can a relationship built on a BDSM contract ever be anything but whips and chains? Lane changes his Dom leather for shining armor to prove to his rockabilly princess that even the most gallant knights sometimes prefer dungeons.
Stay tuned for info about the release and excerpts.