Monday, August 18, 2014

And just how is Monica going to Please Mr. Sutton??

Thanks to Pamela Fryer for tagging me in the Character Blog Hop! A little explanation, the character blog hop consists of answering a few questions to let our readers know about the new characters we’ve got coming for you in the near future.

Here’s a little bit about Pam: USA Today bestselling author Pamela Fryer writes edge-of-your-seat romantic suspense that will leave you breathless. She lives in Northern California, but has never worn Birkenstock sandals. You can keep informed about new releases by signing up for her newsletter at

And you must stop by her character blog at Oh my gosh, I LOVE the sound of her new book Kiss Me Before Dawn. Fabulous title, cover, and Mystic is a great character. I’m dying to read the book when it comes out in September!

Okay, now for my character. In a couple of weeks, I’ll be putting out Pleasing Mr. Sutton, Book 5 in the West Coast series. I call the book BDSM lite. There’s a little spanking, tying up, and other naughty things, including a trip to a BDSM club (which I researched with a visit to a real club in San Francisco!). So I’ll let Monica tell you a bit more about herself.

1) What is the name of your character?  Is he/she fictional or a historic person? 

I’m Monica Dawson, and I’m personal secretary to Mr. Sutton, chairman of the board. I’ve been attracted to him since I first starting working for him five years ago. I love authoritative, handsome older men, and Mr. Sutton is all that and more.

2) When and where is the story set?

Our offices are in San Francisco right in the heart of the financial district. And I live in SF, too, in a cute Victorian walk-up with my roommate Sean. He’s gay, by the way, and we’ve been BFFs since high school. But Mr. Sutton doesn’t know anything about Sean or even that I have a roommate. Somehow I’m not sure he’ll understand about my living with a man, even if he is gay.

3) What should we know about him/her?

I should probably admit that I’ll do just about anything to get Mr. Sutton to notice me. I’ll even become his submissive.

4) What is the main conflict? What messes up his/her life?

Okay, so here’s what’s got me really going. Mr. Sutton has just asked me to find him a new submissive. Remember, I am his PERSONAL secretary. And he often asks me to do things of a very personal nature, like buy sex toys for the women he dates. His submissives. But this is beyond the pale. I’ll be damned if I’ll find a woman for him. Especially since I know I’m perfect for the job. Of course, Sean tells me I’m a pathetic idiot, but I don’t care. I will not pass up this opportunity.

5) What is the personal goal of the character?

I’m not sure if I’m after love. I just want this fantasy I’ve had about Mr. Sutton to be real for a little while. I want to experience the things he can teach me. And yes, I’m titillated by the whole BDSM scene. Can pain be pleasure? All I want right now is to please Mr. Sutton. I want him to dress me for his pleasure, spank me, punish me, tie me up. I want to be his.

6) Is there a working title for this novel, and can we read more about it?

Here’s a blurb for Pleasing Mr. Sutton:

He has only one rule. She will do everything he says exactly when he tells her to do it.

Chairman of the board Rance Sutton is looking for a new playmate, an untried submissive he can train to do things his wicked way.

Miss Dawson, the chairman's personal secretary, wants to get a lot more personal. What better way than becoming his new submissive? After all, she already does everything his way. So really, what's a little spanking, flogging, handcuffing, and blindfolding if the payoff is Mr. Sutton in her bed? And that's something she's dreamed about for the entire five  years she's worked for him.

The problem? This will be no love affair. He will be her master. And she will be his slave. Miss Dawson's desires aren't part of the bargain; everything will be about pleasing Mr. Sutton...

7) When can we expect the book to be published?

Book 5 in the West Coast series will be released by Aug 27th. I love the cover! Here’s where you can find Revenge, West Coast Book 1: iBooks iBooks UK iBooks AU Kindle Kindle UK Nook Nook UK Kobo All Romance Smashwords Coffee Time Romance. You can learn all about the West Coast series on my website:

Up next on the Character Blog Hop (on Aug 25) is my good friend Kate Curran. I love her books, heart-warming stories about family. A little about Kate:

My journey as a writer began when I turned 30, my youngest started kindergarten, and I went back to college. I took a class on fiction writing and the author was born—except it wasn’t a direct route to publishing my novels. I took a 20-year detour as a photojournalist specializing in agriculture. Twenty years later I published my first book, but it wasn’t the romance novel I’d anticipated—it was a children’s book. Three more children’s books have followed and now, finally, my romance novels.
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Also joining the blog hop on Aug 25th is Jean Oram, a wonderful new friend I’ve made on Facebook.

Jean Oram grew up in a small town in Alberta, Canada and her experiences have inspired her Blueberry Springs series. But while Jean grew up in an old schoolhouse tending to the family's honeybee operation, her characters haven't! Well, not yet, anyway. Her new series, the Summer Sisters, was inspired by her summers spent in the Canadian Muskokas where she would visit her grandmother in her century-old cottage. But while Jean's characters fall in love with movie stars and millionaires, Jean found her husband in the Canadian far north. And he's not a millionaire. Yet.

Jean loves to ski (downhill and cross-country), hike, camp, read, write, watch romantic comedies, and say random things like "Buckle your seatbelts, kids, Mama's driving!" in order to make her kids crack up.

She lives in Canada with her husband, two kids, very large dog who sheds like she's trying to clone herself, her cute cat that's been nicknamed Nermil, as well as tons of nature. You can read, dream, laugh, and love along with Jean's novels at You can also find her not quite over-sharing the crazy life of being an author in her new fan girl group at Come join the fun and vote for the sexiest heroes on earth.

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Jami Davenport will also be joining us. She's a fabulous new author I met while writing my Kindle Worlds story.

An advocate of happy endings, Jami Davenport writes sexy sports romances, including her bestselling Seattle Lumberjacks football series and her new adult spinoff titled The Rookies. Jami lives on a small farm near Puget Sound with her Green Beret-turned-plumber husband, a Newfoundland cross with a tennis ball fetish, a prince disguised as an orange tabby cat, and an opinionated Hanoverian mare. She works in computer support in her day job and juggles too many balls, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

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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:

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