Hawkin Play, the bad boy rock star with a good guy heart, has lived a lifetime of cleaning up after his twin brother’s mistakes. Hunter’s most recent screwup could land Hawke in jail and risk the band’s future. Hawke agrees to guest lecture at a local college to stay in the judge’s good graces—and a bet with his bandmate to seduce his sexy teaching assistant is icing on the cake.
Quinlan Westin is harder to bed than Hawke imagined. She knows his type and is determined to avoid the rocker at all costs—even if their attraction runs deeper than simple lust.
Just as Hawke might finally be winning over the girl, his brother has other plans. When Hunter realizes his twin finally has a weakness, he’ll stop at nothing to take advantage….
I think that it’s fair to say that we Love Quinlan and its great that she gets her story here. I feel like after meeting her with Rylee and Colton and seeing the protective side that she had for her brother’s heart – it was about time to see if she could be happy. While we don’t get any back story on her and relationships, we know that she doesn’t really do them as she’s typically attracted to bad boys and the only hint that we get is Dante – her ex who comes back to stay with her for a while for reasons unknown and who seems to think that he can get her back in his bed too.
At the same time we are reading about Hawke’s story – we know that he’s a rather successful rocker who’s taking the fall for his twin who’s not really on the up and up all the time, and feels obligated because of circumstances that are revealed throughout the story. As a rocker, we can only expect and assume that he gets any woman when he wants, where he wants, so knowing how Type A Q is, it’ll be fun to see how things turn out.
When paths cross as Quin’s school where she’s a TA, sparks fly. She’s coerced into helping out in the class that he’s guest lecturing in, and if he doesn’t teach her a thing or 2 as well (not on the syllabus of course) – well that’s where things get really hot.
The point of this story i think is that we have yet another really damaged guy – he’s got some of the same issues that we saw with Colton, about not feeling worthy of love or even being open to it, and the fact that Q is like Rylee in a sense shows us that there’s going to be a lot of life lessons and internal growth here. It’s a roller coaster for sure since Hawke seems to do everything in his power to screw things up. He pushes her away all the time, both because he doesnt want her too close and because he’s trying to protect her, but of course the immense amount of passion, chemistry and heat that these 2 have keeps them closer than they expect.
One of the great things of course (and as i’ve said before) from K Bromberg is that she writes some amazingly steamy scenes, each unique to the dimensions of the relationship so where we had great heat and passion from Colton and Rylee and even Becks and Haddie in the past, what we have here is really new and perfect for this couple. The questions that are begging to be answered though in this story is whether sex is enough or if the secrets that Hawke’s keeping will come out too soon and make things both real and broken.
I kind of hope that we get another installment to the series, however i don’t know who it would be based on. Maybe Vince? The other thing that i noticed in this story was a reference to a band the D-Bags – who were in another series but another author that i read. i love that -if it was intentional – the reference to another band from a series that’s really resonated with this genre. But that’s just me. so on that note – happy sunday all!
Ever since Alexis Newman was young, she knew her path in life, but to get to the top you have to start from the bottom. With no man in her life, she sets out with her best friend to dance her frustrations away.
Catching the eye of the crusaders MC resident assassin, was definitely not in her life plans.
Cobra is not the type of alpha you read about, he’s not romantic, he doesn’t date, he doesn’t care. His life is all about protecting his brothers, doing whatever necessary. That all changes when he spots her across the club. She sparks something in him. Ice cold Cobra starts wondering whether he can have a happily ever after but at what cost?
Setting his sight on love was not his life plan.
With war brewing between the crusaders and their rivals the hell riders, there is danger lurking around every corner. Will Cobra bring Alexis to the dark side? Or walk away forever?
Will Alexis give up her perfect life plan for an unknown future?
Decision time. Head or heart? Life, love or death?
Cobra’s hands work their way up my legs, making sensuous strokes on their travels. Goose bumps rise on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
Before I know it, he cups between my legs, roughly, and moving his body closer, almost completely covering me. His plump pink lips crash to mine, forcing my head back into the recliner. Opening my mouth to let him in, he forcefully removed his sweats down my jelly like legs throwing them somewhere behind him. Not breaking from the mind blowing kiss, he rips my panties and tosses them toward the pants.
Finally, not that I was complaining, his lips leave mine. He kisses and nips his way down my body, leaving me writhing around in frustration. Fuck. Shit. Crap. Holy motherfucking cow. I think I’ve just died and gone to heaven. He’s sucking hard on my clit, baring his teeth every now and then. The warmth of my juices flowing freely, causing another shiver to race through me.
I moan shamelessly, gripping hard to the armrests. “More, Cobra. More, please,” I say in breath of air.
Lucii is a your typical British girl, hates the sun and hibernates when summer arrives! She lives at home with her 3 year old daughter, where they spend the day watching Frozen and playing playdoh.
She started off as a regular person, job, home life, health issues and a love of reading. After reading the Fifty shade phenomenon, she went onto social media to seek other authors writing the same or similar genres. She entered a world she didn’t know existed and went to open a successful blog.
Inspiring dreams took a back burner, while she learned the book community and met a bunch of amazing authors and readers alike.
A year later she decided to start writing, hoping against hope that her friends and fellow readers will like what she brings to the table.
I was unglued. Completely unhinged to the point of flipping everyone off and saying fuck this shit, packing my stuff and riding across the country where no-one can find me.
My heart feels like it’s bleeding wrong, pumping blood in the wrong direction. Cracked and shattered, it would take a lifetime to repair.
I may have known Lauren just a few months but she flew in, wreaking havoc with her bubbly persona, latching onto me like I was her Goddamn lifeline.
It was all fucking crap. It was just a bit of fun for her, she told everyone, wasn’t ready to settle down with the white picket fence and 2.5 kids. Did I ask for that shit? Hell to the fucking no. Never once did I mention I wanted all that. I just wanted her, as she was, but mine; only mine.
She broke me. Big bad biker dude and she fucking broke me.
Reeling from the sudden loss of her sister, Haddie Montgomery has sworn off relationships. All she wanted from Beckett Daniels was a sexy distraction to help her escape her pain for just a little while….There weren’t supposed to be any strings attached—so why can’t she shake the memory of that unforgettable night from her thoughts? Or the taste of his kiss from her lips?
No matter how hard Haddie tries to forget about him, Becks relentlessly tries to prove that she should start living for today. But she is determined to avoid romantic commitment, and she can always use her ex-boyfriend’s reappearance to help snuff out the slow burn within her that Becks has sparked….
Or will fate force her to realize that this kind of connection doesn’t come along very often and a chance at love is worth the risk?
While not nearly as much of a roller coaster as the main bit of the series, still quite engaging none the less. We finally get to see the tension between Becks and Haddie come to a head and while it was inevitable, the path that their relationship goes on is one that wasn’t necessarily what i was expecting.
We all know Haddie as being Rylee’s roommate and best friend – the voice of reason and the girl who pushed Ry to fight for Colton and pushed Colton to get his head out of the sand. All the while, she’s the one that stood along side the couple with Becks – hoping that things would work out as they should. So, it’s great to see their chapter continue.
We also knew Becks as the foul mouthed voice of reason for Colton, the one that told Colton exactly what he was thinking and got him to see that Rylee was the right girl for him. So, taking that same knowledge and attitude, i think that we see that he’s destined for his own happy ending.
The fact that there’s so much obvious chemistry between these 2, well you know that we’ll get a lot of heat and passion. The challenge that i face here is that we lost a bit of the entertainment quality that i’ve come to appreciate from both of the characters when they were supporting cast. Not to say that it wasn’t great – since i enjoyed the story – but there was a bit of flair that we lost here from Becks specifically that i loved and now miss.
Throughout this story – we see that there’s a rather serious underlying plot that was introduced for Haddie that shows us why all her choices in life are what they are. I think that it’s something that’s deeper than i was expecting, but ties things together nicely – getting us to an epilogue that made me tear up since i wasn’t hoping that it wasn’t true.
So…all that being said – i love that we got to see some type of extension with these 2 and as a nice treat – i saw that there’s going to be a #6 to the series so we can see where Q lands. (Colton’s sister if you don’t recall). So…happy wednesday everyone and hopefully i can find the next book to read.
Vicki’s never had a problem standing up for herself. So when a meathead at the
gym grabs her butt, she has no problem punching him in the face. Gavin, the
gorgeous gym owner, throws the guy out, and his tender, but insistent demand to
tend to her injured hand makes Vicki hot. The buff, sex-god-come-to-life is
everything she’s ever wanted, and he’s only too happy to show her how good sex
Gavin is entranced by the feisty woman, even though he already has more than
enough on his hands with the gym and his work as a volunteer firefighter. The
last thing he needs is this bundle of contained fury tossed in his lap, but
something about her calls to his inner Dominant. Not only that, her body
responds to him like no other. But when he discovers someone is stalking her,
it’s no longer all fun and games. Submission is all about trust…and after a
brutal attack, trust is the last thing Vicki is willing to give…to anyone.
Reader note: contains light BDSM, spanking, and submission elements.
She scans her face in the mirror, heart beating wildly
with the near death dash. She glares at herself. Clumsy! With another big
exhale, she pushes off the treadmill. Grabbing her water bottle, she heads for
the free weight section of the large gym. The long row of dumbbells sits
against the large mirror. Benches and a few squat racks are spread out around
her. Several larger men huff and puff as they test their personal bests.
One man to her right slams a loaded bar into the ground
with an exaggerated grunt. The noise makes her jump. Vicki twists her upper
body to look over her shoulder at the beast, and he grins. She wrinkles her
nose at him before she turns back to face the reflective glass. She parts her
feet, bending her knees slightly, stretching out the muscles she has taken the
care to warm up. She presses a few buttons on her iPod to make the music fill
her brain and block out the buffoons behind her. She grabs two twenty-five-pound
dumbbells. Again she shifts her feet for balance. Her knees begin to bend, and
a big hand smacks her left ass cheek.
The sting of the hand isn’t too bad—actually, in a
different setting, she would welcome the bite of a good spanking—but the idea
of someone putting their hands on her body without permission sets her blood to
boil. With a scowl, she looks past herself in the mirror to see the smug man’s
face, his nasty eyes still glued to her rear end. Vicki throws the weights in
her hand to the padded floor. Pivoting like a professional basketball player,
she tightens her abs and lets her fist fly into the man’s face.
“Fucking bitch!” he growls and steps toward her. He
towers over her five-foot frame, but she doesn’t care. Squaring her shoulders,
Vicki prepares to punch him again.
“Seriously?” she asks him, cocking her head to the side
in a taunt. “Sexual harassment and you wanna add verbal abuse to the
list?” Fluttering her eyelashes like some sweet five-year-old, she goads the
beast before her.
“I’ll turn you upside down, little girl.” One more step
and his chest brushes hers.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” A deep voice yells from behind the
guy she is planning to pummel.
“What the hell is going on?” It’s the god who was serving
smoothies. He puts his big hand on the asshole’s chest and shoves him backward.
He looks at the guy and then turns those dark chocolate eyes on Vicki.
J. Richards is a twenty six year old mother and
wife. She was born in a small town in New Hampshire, which she left at the age
of eighteen to marry the love of her life. Leaving everything and everyone she
had ever known to live down south with her new husband. They have now been
married for almost eight years and are raising a wild child of a daughter. Her
husband is in the military and because of that, they have shared the joys and
struggles of moving around the country.
J. Richards has always loved reading and writing, dreams of becoming a
published author seemed just that, only dreams. In 2015, with encouragement
from a friend, she submitted a short story to etopia press and was beyond
surprised when they wished to publish it. She now has four works under contract
and a very hot series in the making.
When life crashes down around us, how hard are we willing to fight for the one thing we can’t live without, each other?
Life is full of moments.
Little moments. And none of them are inconsequential.
Every single moment prepares you for that one instance that defines your life. You must overcome all your fears, confront the demons that chase you, and cleanse the poison that clings to your soul or you risk the chance of losing everything.
Mine started the minute Rylee fell out of that damn storage closet. She made me feel. Made me whole when all I thought I could ever be was incomplete. Became the lifeline I never knew I needed. Hell yes, she’s worth the fight…but how do you fight for someone you know you don’t deserve?
Love is full of ups and downs.
Heart stopping highs.
Soul shattering lows. And none of them are insignificant.
Love is a racecourse of unexpected twists and turns that must be negotiated. You have to break down walls, learn to trust, and heal from your past in order to win. But sometimes it’s the expected that’s the hardest to hold on to.
Colton has healed and completed me, stolen my heart, and made me realize our love’s not predictable nor perfect-it’s bent. And bent’s okay. But when outside factors put our relationship to the test, what lengths will I have to go to prove to him that he’s worth the fight?
Whoever said love is patient and love is kind, never met the two of us. We know our love is worth it-have acknowledged that we were meant to be-but when our pasts crash into our future, will the repercussions make us stronger or break us apart?
I don’t know if it’s possible to jam pack more into this finale of the series but our lovely author has managed to do it. there’s something to be said about being able to write such a roller coaster of events, so much disaster and destruction and still have if feel like it’s not overly far fetched (granted it’s a story so there’s only so much reality to it). the fear, love, anxiety, and passion that just leaps off the pages here is something to take note of.
As you remember from Fueled (#2), we see that things are starting to get better or these 2, Rylee and Colton are trying really hard to find themselves in a good place but it’s still not easy. He’s still healing from his car accident, and of course the expectation is that he’ll try to push her away more, yet they both realize that they love each other in a way that was never expected and that’s something that keeps bringing them back. the Chemistry and heat that they share is something that’s quite impressive.
In this third and final installment, what we have here is really a story about Colton coming to terms with who he is / was and what he’s worthy of. Rylee’s job here is to be patient, allow herself to fight for him without killing herself in the process. Of course that’s easier said than done when someone decides that they want to kill her. Literally.
Throughout this finale, we get so much heat and passion, but of course being held at arms length just a bit. We see that there’s so much fear about what will break them and what will bring them together. The impossible happens at one point that makes Colton’s eyes open and makes Rylee realize that maybe there’s more that can be done, but is afraid to hold out hope.
Becks of course continues to be the major voice of reason which i love – he’s got a sense of humor and reality that only best friends can bring to the table. he’s not afraid to tell colton what he needs to hear and if there was someone that was better suited – well that would have been impressive.
The story plays out as you expect, however there’s an epilogue and a 2nd epilogue just to make sure that you get the closure that you need. we have a 1 yr leap and a 10 yr leap and both are fantastic. i think that you see resolutions for more than just the mains that we love and i think that’s a great approach that K Bromberg has taken.
So all that being said, i’m going to track down Raced which is the Colton POV installment and see what else we can get out of this series since there were handfuls of chapters from his POV that really helped keep the story moving. With that, have a great week everyone – Happy Monday!
What happens when the one person you never expected suddenly happens to be the one you’ll fight the hardest to keep?
Colton stole my heart. He wasn’t supposed to, and I sure as hell didn’t want him to, but he crashed into my life, ignited feelings within me that I thought had died forever, and fueled a passion that I never knew could exist.
Rylee fell out of that damn storage closet and into my life. Now I don’t think I’ll ever be the same. She’s seen glimpses of the darkness within me, and yet she’s still here. Still fighting for me. She is without a doubt the saint, and I am most definitely the sinner.
How is it the one thing neither of us wanted-neither of us anticipated that fateful night-has us fighting so hard to keep?
He steals my breath, stops my heart, and brings me back to life again all in a split second of time. But how can I love a man who won’t let me in? Who continually pushes me away to prevent me from seeing the damaged secrets in his past? My heart has fallen, but patience and forgiveness can only go so far.
How can I desire a woman who unnerves me, defies me, and forces me to see that in the deep, black abyss of my soul there’s someone worthy of her love? A place and person I swore I’d never be again. Her selfless heart and sexy body deserve so much more than I’ll ever be capable of giving her. I know I can’t be what she needs, so why can’t I just let her go?
We are driven by need and fueled with desire, but is that enough for us to crash into love?
I LOVE this series – i think that there so much darkness behind the characters that it makes their bond and interactions that much more powerful. The other great bit here too is that our author has revised the format that this 2nd installment is written in and throughout the story, we get these ‘Colton’ chapters which are just little bits of what’s going through his head. it makes the story that much more complex.
So where we ended the first book, they had started to get to a good place in things and then Colton freaks out when Rylee admits that she loves him or implies it at least, and they end up going their separate ways. We know that it’s not going to last, but every step that they take closer together, they end up taking another 2 away. It’s really exciting though to see where things are going.
In this 2nd book, we see that Tawny continues to play a role in screwing things yup – I knew that she would and it’s nice to see that as self assured Rylee is in everything else, she’s still very susceptible to letting someone like Tawny convince her that she’s nothing.
Beckett and Haddie – the appropriate best friends continue to play a large role here and it’s nice to see them get their own little side thing on a trip to vegas. if that plays out more – i’d be thrilled but to be honest, there’s so much excitement and a roller coaster of events with Colton and Rylee that i don’t know that we’re necessarily missing anything.
Just when things seem like they are getting better- when Rylee is able to get Colton to share bits of himself that he’s never shared before, we see that it is never something that we can rest on our laurels about – that the other shoe will drop and it does. He gets even more scared – pushes her away and while everyone else sees that they are far better together, we see that they aren’t able to come to those same terms themselves and that’s where we spend a bulk of the book.
The biggest concern for everyone though is that there’s a HUGE race coming up for Colton and his head is clearly not in the game – he’s driving like he’s got a chip on his shoulder and that’s not a safe thing. everyone’s worried about it – even to the extent that Becks goes to Rylee and asks her to even fake it with Colton so that he can focus.
We are left off with catastrophe on the race track. There’s an accident – Colton’s car gets dragged into it somehow and we don’t know the extent of things . I guess the question is will he make it out of the wreck, and it what shape and what will it mean for Rylee who has her own past traumas stemming from a car wreck as well as wondering if they have enough together to pull through this.
Aside from all that, there are some of the steamiest scenes that i’ve read in a long time between these two and that’s intense. We can see that sometimes it’s better to have hate AND love for someone to make the chemistry so strong, although i don’t know that they would even need that necessarily since they really are a great match. It’s been a while since i’ve read scenes as hot as these so it’s a welcome change.
Great news again is that i have the 3rd book already, so i’m diving (or driving) right into it. and i’ll get back to you on how great it is. Happy sunday all!
Rylee Thomas is used to being in control. But she’s about to meet the one man that just might make her enjoy losing it…
I am the exception to the rule.
In a world full of willing women, I’m a challenge to the roguish and achingly handsome Colton Donavan. A man used to getting exactly what he wants in all aspects of life. He’s the reckless bad boy constantly skating that razor thin edge toward out of control, on and off of the track.
Colton crashes into my life like a tornado: sapping my control, testing my vulnerabilities beyond their limits, and unintentionally penetrating the protective wall around my healing heart. Tearing apart the world I rebuilt so carefully with structure, predictability, and discipline.
I can’t give him what he wants and he can’t give me what I need. But after a glimpse beneath his refined exterior into the dark secrets of his damaged soul, can I bring myself to walk away?
Our sexual chemistry is undeniable. Our individual need for complete control is irrefutable. But when our worlds collide, is the chemistry enough to bring us together or will our untold secrets and battle of wills force us apart?
So i was on the hunt for a new series and the cover art on this one just got to me. It’s odd cause i’m not usually into the whole thong/butt thing but it worked. So what we have here is the first installment to what’s clearly a troubled romance between Colton and Rylee.
We meet Rylee on the night of a charity date auction that she’s set up for her company – one that helps ‘abandoned’ boys get back on their feet and counseling and all that. These kids are troubled and clearly it has a strong pull on Rylee – so the thought of this auction, something that she’s so against is still something she’s willing to do – for the boys.
It’s at the auction that she meets Colton – not realizing who he is, either in relation to her company or to his fame – and they share an intense and immediate chemistry that results from her getting locked in a closet. We see the passion and heat coming from them the moment they meet, but Rylee is very guarded after her fiance was killed and she keeps him at bay as much as she can.
Throughout this first installment, we get to see glimpses of the troubled past that colton had, yet we never quite get to the crux of it. We know that he strongly relates to the cause of Rylee’s company since he himself is adopted, and Rylee knows that there’s more pain and torment to the story since he’s very haunted, yet she can’t quite get there with him since he’s so closed off. As a result of that as well, he won’t allow himself to feel, to love and he gets off balance when he realizes that maybe what’s always worked in the past in terms of ‘relationships’ isn’t going to work here since he wants more but is obviously afraid.
As you read through this story – you want the best for them, you want to think that Rylee can help Colton as much as he can help her heal, but you know that it would be too easy. Every time they take a step closer, there’s something to pull them apart, their own minds. The other bit is that of course there’s another woman who wants Colton and is going to sabotage Rylee the entire way.
The cliffhanger at this first bit of the story is that just when you think that they’ve turned a corner, Colton’s admitted that he’s feeling more for her than for anyone else in the past and that it scares him, well, he ends up having a nightmare and throws her out. So i guess the question is what is it going to take to get him to open up to her, and if it’s possible. We know that the kids that Rylee cares for were the reason that they came together in the first place so i wonder if they will play a role in them getting back together if it’s in the cards. I also wonder what Tawny is going to do with this whole situation – we know that she loves him and thinks that he’s going to end up with her, but of course he doesn’t feel the same. So i’m curious and i’m thrilled that this series was published so long ago so i can just jump into book 2 today. On that note – have a great weekend everyone and Happy Saturday!
Morning All. So I’ve had the pleasure of linking up with Red Moon Book Tours and one of their authors Jennifer RIchards to get a bit of time to pick her brain on what she does, why and what’s next.
Me: First – Thank you for taking the time to talk to me, and i’m sure my readers will really be thrilled to pick your brain a bit. Let’s start off slow – How did you get started in writing – what inspired you and specifically what inspired you to write in this genre?
Jennfier: In my early teens I stumbled upon Anne Rice’s The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty Series and thought, “Oh yeah, I could write smut and be happy!” I never thought I actually would though. I would start story after story and leave it behind as life demanded attention. Early this year a friend told me to try again and I did. Thankfully, her urging was exactly what I needed.
Me: That’s great actually. I think that Anne Rice is an author that a lot of younger (and i guess less younger) readers can relate to as finding the category. Great gateway series of sorts I suppose. Are there any authors in the genre that you gravitate towards or get inspiration from?
Jennifer: Anne Rice and Cherise Sinclaire. Their works are art and I look up to them very much.
Me: That’s so cool actually that you love Cherise Sinclaire. I have to admit, for any of my readers who have been with me for years, you’ll know that she was literally one of my first favorites in BDSM and Erotica that i really started getting into and couldn’t put down. I think that’s actually why i found your writing to be so engaging since you find the same things to be intriguing. How did you come up with the inspiration and the back story for this series and these characters? In Yes, Sir I’m really drawn to the disappointment that Abby has in her relationship since it pulls at some of my own heart strings. Where did that idea come from to write her story?
Jennifer: Yes, Sir was actually dream. Not all of it of course, but the showing up to a hotel and finding a box filled with fun things. When I woke I wondered how someone would get there. What would be the desperation that would force someone to take that chance? It didn’t take long to form a plan involving an evil Xbox and a husband who didn’t know how to provide what was being asked of him. While my husband provides for all my needs, I have many friends who struggle with communicating about their sexual needs for various reasons. I wanted my first book to be relatable and fun. A quick fantasy to hold housewives over until they could speak with their spouse about their desires.
Me: Love that. I feel like even if i have a dream that lays out a great storyline, i forget it almost immediately. I think that you’ve stumbled upon something great here though, and i think that pulling from the opposite of what you get in real life and seeing what some others struggle to have, it’s a nice mix for a story. In Burning Submission, how did you come up with the idea of bringing Gavin and Vicki together in a gym? I feel like we often see connections made at parties or a friend’s house – so this is a nice change.
Jennifer: As they say, inspiration is everywhere. My husband is a huge gym rat and I tag along now and then. Mostly, people watching instead of working out, I could see how two people who have taken notice of each other in such a place would feel uncomfortable confronting each other. Having a jerk who wasn’t afraid to make himself known seemed like a good way for fate to bring Vicki and Gavin together.
Me: So true – pulling from personal experiences for sure help to make a story more ‘relatable’ in sorts. Speaking to you professionally, have you found that you have struggled in writing and getting published? Are there things that you’ve found that make the process easier?
Jennifer: I have been very blessed to work with etopia Press. So far, *fingers crossed* everything I have sent them, they have agreed to publish. I think being a writer is easy, but being a mother and wife makes it difficult to find the time to put my thoughts to paper.
Me: Preaching to the choir on that one. Definitely agree that once you’re inspired, i can imagine that writing itself can be easier, but trying to find the balance with what you enjoy as a profession and the demands of life can be tough. What’s next on the list for you? I know that burning Submission is a book 1. Are you going to continue this series for a bit and are you writing any others in tandem?
Jennifer: Yes, Burning Submission is the first in The Submission Series. Book Two, An Agitated Gentleman should be out very soon, it’s in the hands of a wonderful editor and cover staff. An Agitated Gentleman continues Gavin and Vickie story. We get to see how their connection is growing and instead of Victoria stepping in a puddle of trouble every few feet, Gavin finds himself in the mud. On August 21st I have a stand alone novel being released titled Sinners. It’s also a BDSM erotica. About a Submissive named Tabby, who is in search of a Master. A man who will control her mind as well as her plus size body and appreciate all of the manners and respect for BDSM protocol that she holds dear. She finds him in a sex club, hidden under a white mask. He floods all of her senses and asks her to be his. We get to see their relationship build from Master and sub to one of friendship and love. And as if that isn’t enough to keep you busy, I have another series under contract that will probably be out this winter or the beginning of next year. Its titled The Wet Series, the third book is still in the works and as of now they are all subject to changes so I won’t brag about ten too much.
Thank you very much for having me!
Me: Thank you for taking the time.
So you guys, if you haven’t had a chance to read either of these 2 books, please check them out. As you can see, there’s a passion and quality to Jennifer’s writing and i think that you’ll be pleased in what you find. Have a great day all!
Xan Valentine, the rock star that Rolling Stone called “sex incarnate,” stands in the spotlight every night and sings love songs to the women in the audience. They swoon. They scream. They believe him. They don’t know him like Georgie does.
They’ve never seen him nearly beat two men to death until someone pulled him off. They’ve never seen the coldness in his dark eyes when he sat across a table, negotiating a contract that broke their hearts.
He’s never stolen into their bedroom at night, slid into their bed, and made love to them until dawn, and he’s never treated them like it never happened while the bitemarks on their backs and thighs were still sore.
They’ve never seen him play the violin like an angel.
Or a demon.
Georgie is officially in his band now, playing the keyboards, and every concert drives the music deeper into her soul. If Georgie leaves the protection of the band and Xan Valentine, the Russian mafia will kidnap and kill her. If she stays and plays in his band for just a few more weeks, Xan will pay for her college and law school.
If her heart can survive even one more night with him.
Xan Valentine, the rock star—and Georgie could tell that he was Xan by the arrogant tilt of his head and the jitter of his fingers drumming on the conference room table—pushed a thick contract across the table toward her. His long hair was tied back in a ponytail, and he wore a trim, blue business suit without a tie, his collar unbuttoned at his throat. Silver and steel chains at his throat sparkled white glints in the overhead fluorescent lights, and that green crystal earring dangled from his ear lobe.
He looked straight at her while he slid the contract over the wood like he was accusing her of something, his dark eyes level and still as he stared. White bandages wrapped his knuckles, but at least the bleeding must have stopped overnight.
Jonas, the band manager for Killer Valentine, sat on Xan’s left. He sat straight in his chair, his black suit pressed and smooth.
Georgie was alone on her side of the table. The chill air in the hotel leaked down the back of her tee shirt and up her short sleeves, raising goosebumps on her skin.
She picked up the stack of paper and riffled through it. “This is a lot of contract for just two months.”
“There’s a lot to do in a rock band,” Xan said.
He didn’t sneer, and he didn’t snarl. If anything, his businesslike tone sounded resigned.
“I’m not signing this until I read the whole thing. I want an attorney’s opinion on it, too. Do you have an electronic copy?”
Jonas slid a thumb drive across the table to her. “Here’s a PDF.”
“Thanks.” She crammed the stick into the back pocket of her jeans.
Xan said, “We need you to sign it before you play with the band again, and the next performance is two days from now.”
“I’m not signing something I haven’t read or don’t understand.” The sheaf of pages weighed in her hands.
“We have a show coming up. If you haven’t signed it by tomorrow morning, we have to cancel the show. If we cancel it—”
“I know. I know. The fans will post vomiting gifs and Killer Valentine will be ruined forever.” She flipped to the front page, which was mostly defining terms, like that Georgie was The Band Member, Killer Valentine, Inc. was The Band, and Mr. Alexandre Grimaldi de Valentinois was The Employer.
So Xan was the one who was paying her, not the band.
Georgie flipped more pages.
Xan folded his hands and looked down at his fingers. He didn’t look like he was trying to hide something, just waiting. Steel and black metal rings wound around his fingers, and thick chains dangled on his wrists near the cuffs of his suit jacket and clicked against the table when he moved his arms.
Georgie read further into the contract, slowing down when she got to The Band Member’s Duties.
The concerts were there, of course, including playing the music while sober and not under the influence of controlled substances.
That must be a new clause.
Her chest hurt for a minute. Rade had been a brilliant keyboard player, and hearing him play classical music on the piano would have been amazing. She had meant to ask him to play for her.
She sucked in a steadying breath and read on.
The terms of the contract ran until July thirty-first, a little over two months, the entire European leg of the tour.
After that, Georgie was free to move to Atlanta and Emory University, where she would resume her plan to go to law school and pay off her many, many debts, both financial and moral. There was an option to renew the contract for one-year terms after that, which made Georgie snort.
No fucking way was she sticking around after July thirty-first.
The next part was weird.
Georgie looked up at Xan and Jonas. Xan was still meditating on his clasped hands, but Jonas was scrolling through something on his phone. She asked, “What do you mean by ‘public relations engagements?’”
“Anything the band needs,” Xan said. His hands were still clasped on the table. “Radio interviews in the mornings by phone, studio interviews, clubs, other appearances.”
“I can’t do public appearances,” she said. “They’re still after me.”
The Butorins, a Russian mafia bratva, had tried to kidnap Georgie several times because she owed them eight million dollars. Her father had swindled them out of that money, and they felt that Georgie should pay up. Before they had found her, she had planned to first pay off the charities that her father had stolen from, but she liked breathing, too. If she were dead, she would never pay off all the charities.
Xan shook his head. “The public eye is the safest place for you, currently. Every attempt to kidnap you has been in private or at least away from cameras or crowds. Also, later in the contract, you’ll see that it’s not your responsibility to provide security. It’s ours. You’ll have Adrien, who is the most diligent and highly trained security person we have. You’ll have others, too. You’ll be safe.”
“I need to hide. I need locked doors between me and the Russian mob.”
He shook his head again, but his careful, methodical gesture didn’t exude the wild energy of Xan anymore. “You need to remain in the limelight. Witnesses are your best security.”
Even his English accent had switched to the high-society British of Alex de Valentinois, leaving behind the guttural, working-class accent of Xan Valentine. His switches dizzied Georgie, but Jonas didn’t even look like he had noticed.
Jonas and the rest of the band either didn’t hear the difference in Alex’s accents or else they didn’t know what they signified, not that Georgie could have exactly defined what they meant, either.
But she knew that he was Alex now.
She stole another peek at Jonas, who was still peering at his phone.
Not that she could call him Alex. Everybody around here only knew him as Xan and only called him Xan.
“I can’t do appearances,” she repeated.
Alex’s dark eyebrows twitched. “The band needs all its members to do appearances.”
“I’m not really a band member.”
Alex leaned across the table and tapped the contract. “For two months, you are a full band member. You will continue to receive royalties on anything you record or write for the duration of the copyright.”
“It’s a ridiculously generous contract,” Jonas muttered. “Contract musicians and writing consultants are generally paid a flat rate under work-for-hire laws. I’ve never seen anything like this for a short-term gig.”
Georgie raised her eyebrows at Alex. “Really?”
He shrugged. “We negotiated the terms last night. This is merely the formal contract.”
“If this isn’t customary—” she started.
“We’re in a crisis. It isn’t customary to simultaneously lose two musicians out of five.”
“Six,” Jonas muttered.
“Rhiannon is a contractor under work-for-hire guidelines,” Xan told him.
“Hell, if Georgie is a band member, Rhiannon should be, too.”
“Just whom are you advocating for, Jonas?” His mild tone belied what he was actually saying.
Jonas set his mouth in a hard line and went back to texting on his phone.
Alex turned back to Georgie, his face still as impassive as marble. “The songs that we’ve already written together are copyrighted in both our names. Future music will be the same.”
Georgie went back to reading. The Non-Disclosure Agreement was outlined in excruciating detail, including but not limited to any communication in any form—electronic, print, or methods not therein described or currently in existence, and the ban was worldwide. She couldn’t even discuss him or the band by using smoke signals in Siberia or telepathic waves on Alpha Centauri. “Guess I won’t be writing my memoirs.”
“No,” Alex said. “No memoirs.”
Georgie saw the flaw in the logic. “How am I going to do interviews if I can’t discuss anything about the band?”
Jonas said, “You’ll have a list of approved topics and talking points.”
“That sounds spontaneous,” she grumbled.
Jonas looked confused. “It’s how all interviews are run. You can’t have musicians puking out anything they want to talk about. They’d just incriminate themselves for all sorts of things, like smuggling drugs over international borders up their asses.”
Georgie frowned at him.
“Okay, you wouldn’t do that,” Jonas said. “But can you imagine Grayson with a live mic and no piece of paper in front of him?”
“Grayson is in rehab,” Alex said, twisting one of the silver death’s head rings on his fingers.
“Yeah, but still,” Jonas sighed.
While Georgie had been standing in line for a latte that morning in the hotel lobby, she had seen Alex escort Grayson, their bass player, to a limo that morning, shake his hand, and stand on the sidewalk as it drove away. He had strode back into the hotel without looking back, his jaw set.
She asked, “What’s this ‘other and sundry duties?’”
“Anything band-related that I think is necessary,” Alex said, still fidgeting with his rings.
She didn’t want to make a suggestive comment, not after last night, not when she wanted to break down and sob or punch him in the face, she wasn’t sure which. “Okay.”
Alex’s eyes flicked up at her. “Band-related,” he stressed. “Keep reading.”
Georgie skimmed through the document, slowing only when she came to a section titled, “No Fraternization Among Band Members.”
The language was brutal. The consequences were severe, from fines to summary dismissal with no recourse. “This clause is pretty rough.”
“You wanted it,” Alex said, still staring at his hands.
“So what happens to you?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“If you make a pass at me, I get fired and lose my college financing. What about you?”
He looked up from his hands, and for the first time, lines of anger creased around his eyes. The anger spread through his face and body, tightening his arms and clenching his hands into fists. In a guttural British accent, Xan said, “I’ll break up the band. I’ll cancel all future concerts and pay off the venues. I’ll walk away.”
“Is that in the contract?” she asked.
“I’ll have it added.”
Jonas stared at Xan, his lip curling up. “You can’t break up the band over something like this.”
“You can’t throw away everything you’ve worked for,” Jonas insisted.
Xan didn’t look away from Georgie. His dark eyes narrowed, and he bit down on the words. “She’s right. It’s not fair for her to take all the risk. If I violate that clause, I’ll burn Killer Valentine to the ground.”