Thursday, 21 March 2019

COMING IN 8 days! With danger at every turn, can this Navy SEAL protect the woman he's vowed to rescue, as well as his heart? #SEALromance #NAVYSEALROMANCE #Romanticsuspense #NSFW #Xcerpt #preorder



Coming Friday, March 29th to Amazon and KU

Book 4, A Quick Series Novel



A steamy Navy SEAL, billionaire heroine romantic suspense.



With danger at every turn, can this Navy SEAL protect the woman he's vowed to rescue, as well as his heart?


Roberto Cahill is all too familiar with difficult missions, but this particular one is proving to be the most challenging. Struggling to fit back into civilian life after retiring as a Navy SEAL, he started his own private investigation company, charging a small fortune to find people and their secrets. Recently hired by the wealthy McAllister brothers, finding their long-lost sister should be an easy assignment, right? Wrong. Skyler McAllister is one tough woman who's on the run for her life. She has the smarts, skills and funds to keep herself on the move, and no matter how hard Rob tries, she always seems to be one step ahead of him. Can Rob find her before whoever's chasing her does? Can he deliver her to her brothers and out of harm's way without letting the green-eyed vixen with a stubborn streak get captured? Or will letting his guard down be his most dangerous assignment of all?

Skyler McAllister is on the run. She knows too much and the men who murdered her boyfriend want her dead, too. With her late father's inheritance funding her travels, and her skills forging passports helping her change her name and identity, she's managed to stay under the radar and one step ahead of the bad guys. Only she lets her guard down when sexy, smooth-talking Cahill crosses her path. Not only do his kind eyes make her want to trust again, find a connection and someone to hold onto, but she finds herself falling for him. Only, she hasn't trusted a soul in so long, it doesn't come easily anymore and she struggles to let Rob in.

However, trust is the only way they'll survive. With their lives endangered, can Skyler risk trusting a man again, particularly one who could so easily take her heart, then possibly walk away forever?





Excerpt


“Care to talk about it?”
He shook his head. “I’d rather do something else.” He scooped her up in his muscles and carried her up the beach. She looped her arms around his neck and finally allowed her body to relax. Despite the fact that they were stranded on an island, she felt safe. Even if just for this moment, she was safe in Rob’s arms. And at least she wasn’t alone, finally. It had been ages since she’d shared more than a genuine minute with someone, and she couldn’t imagine anyone she’d rather be stranded with than the sexy Navy SEAL who was carrying her up the beach to their bed of palm fronds.
The moon shone bright against the water, causing the night to seem far less dark than it was. Less scary. But even if the sky was a blanket of clouds and dark as pitch, Skyler wouldn’t be scared with Rob. He was a protector. He was her protector.
When they reached the makeshift bed, he knelt down and gently placed her on the leaves. His eyes seared her skin as they raked her from head to toe. She nibbled on her bottom lip and let her gaze travel the long, hard length of him. He hadn’t bothered to shave, and the stubble gripping his chin and cheeks was darker and thicker than that first day he walked into the dive shop. Into her life.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, tracing a lone finger down the side of her arm. She trembled beneath his touch, longing for him to do it again, to move his hand farther down and do it more. Touch her more.
“So are you,” she breathed, reaching for him.
His mouth turned up into a wily grin as he covered her body, pinning her beneath him.
“Quick and dangerous, huh?” he asked. Their noses touched and he rocked against her.
“Well, I hope it’s not that quick.” She chuckled. “But why not feel and live as we run for our lives?”
His arousal pressed hard and needy into her hip as he rocked against her again. “Oh, querida, it won’t be quick, that I can guarantee.”
His mouth fell against hers and his tongue swept inside, demanding and powerful. She moaned against him, opening for him and lifting her lips up to meet his. There really wasn’t much fabric between them. She was in a bikini and he was in board shorts. It would take nothing for them to be in nothing.
Oh how she wished they were in nothing.
Rob’s hand came up to her neck and around the back of her head. His fingers gripped her hair at the nape and tugged. Pain and pleasure zinged through her, making her feel more alive, more in the moment than she had in ages. The man knew just how to make her burn, what she needed before she knew she needed it. He unhooked the clasp of her bathing suit at the base of her neck and then the second clasp at the center of her back.
He relieved her of her top, tossing it to the side, and wasted no time dropping his wet, hot mouth to her nipple. Rob drew the hard, tight bud into his mouth and tugged. Skyler arched into him, greedy for more. He palmed the other breast and pinched the nipple, pulling it between thumb and forefinger, earning a low groan from the back of Skyler’s throat. She dug her fingers into his scalp, pushing his head down onto her breast and demanding more.
He gave her more.
His teeth scissored over her aching peak, making all the blood rush to her chest and her pulse race.
Yes.

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Saturday, 9 March 2019

#NewRelease: DOWN & DIRTY: CROW by Jeanne St. James #MCRomance #ContemporaryRomance


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5 Star Amazon reviews: “Jeanne St. James did it again. It wasn't enough to rip my heart out in Linc's book, noooo. She just went and upped her game to heartwrenching heights with Crow's again.”

What a way to end this series! Don't you dare pass this book by! If you do, you will be missing out on one of the most emotionally fulfilling novels I have ever read.”

“WOW!!!! As this being the 10th and final book in the DAMC series, Jeanne St.James DID NOT DISAPPOINT!! Along with the rest of her books, a definite 10 star rating and a MUST read!!! Crow and Jazz’s story honestly touched my heart. I laughed, I cried, and smiled the whole time reading this book. Could not get enough!!! I tried to pace myself but I just couldn’t put it down!!! Reading their story, feeling their pain and love, made me feel like I’ve known them, along with the rest of DAMC, all my life. Family. Loyalty. Friendship. Honor. And most of all Love.”


 Down & Dirty: Crow
Dirty Angel MC, Book 10

By USA Today Bestselling Author Jeanne St. James

Genre: Contemporary Romance, MC Romance

Amazon link: mybook.to/DAMC-Crow

(Available in ebook, paperback and Kindle Unlimited)



Blurb:

Welcome to Shadow Valley where the Dirty Angels MC rules. Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this is Crow’s story…

When a woman from his past shows up asking for his help, Crow’s not sure he can be the hero she’s looking for.

Crow, self-proclaimed bachelor biker, can’t believe his eyes when a woman from his past shows up at his tattoo shop. She not only needs him to cover up a scar created by a rival MC but is looking for a hero to help her heal and officially move on from a tragic incident. One that dragged her into the darkness against her will and extinguished her light for years. While willing to help, he’s not sure he can be everything she needs him to be. How can he help her when he hasn't even faced the demons that haunt his own past?

Six years ago, Jazz left Shadow Valley when a life-altering assault changed her outlook on the world—and men—forever. Now she’s back to deal with the scars, both physical and mental, left behind. While hoping Crow will help her with both, she’s afraid he won’t be willing. Crow always considered her too young, now she’s worried he only sees her as broken. However, Jazz knows there’s no one better than the long-time DAMC member to help her move on. Not only determined for her past to stop controlling her future, she needs to replace those memories with something better, while knocking down the barriers holding her back.

But will their age difference be the biggest obstacle of them all?

Note: While this book can be read as a standalone, because of storylines that span the series, it’s best to read them in order. It includes lots of steamy scenes, biker slang, cursing, some violence and, of course, an HEA. If you like alpha males who like to take charge, this book is for you.


Excerpt:
Chapter One

Crow heard the front door buzzer sound over the whine of his tattoo machine. He glanced up and his heart skipped a beat. Quickly pulling his boot off the foot pedal, he put the gun down on the tray before the straight line he was drawing became a wavy mess.
Holy fuck.
She was the last person he ever expected to walk into his shop.
He almost didn’t recognize her. She’d changed.
This was not the girl he knew. The person who stood just inside In the Shadows Ink was not the same woman he knew all those years ago.
Recognizable, but not.
He pushed to his feet and, before he could stop himself, took long strides across the shop floor, ignoring the complaints from the customer abandoned in his tattoo chair.
Crow never slowed as he approached her, even as her green eyes darkened, slightly widened and quickly filled with a little bit of uncertainty.
He ignored that, too.
When he got to her, he gathered her in his arms, crushing her against him tightly. She stiffened, her spine becoming ram-rod straight, her arms hanging like metal poles at her side. But he wasn’t letting her go.
Not yet.
He needed to hold her, make sure she was real.
He needed proof that she still existed, since he’d wondered if she’d disappeared forever.
Finally, a whimper came from the woman whose face he had shoved into his chest, inside his cut. His arms and black leather vest surrounded her slight body like the wings of a bird protecting its young.
Though, she was no baby bird.
Hell no, she wasn’t.
She was a survivor.
Her rigid body suddenly went soft, melted against him and she began to tremble. Her thin arms snaked around his waist under his cut and she squeezed him just as tightly as he did her, her fingers fisting in his T-shirt at his back. He pressed his face into her hair and closed his eyes.
He didn’t know why she was here. He didn’t care. All he knew was, she was home.
“Jasmine,” he murmured. And, fuck him, if he didn’t feel the sting of something caught in his eye. He blinked it clear.
“Hey!” his customer yelled. “Have your fucking touching reunion another time. I’m paying you to get this thing done today.”
Jazz jerked within his arms at those irritated words.
“That’s okay, Kachina, I got this,” he murmured into her hair. Without letting her go, he twisted his head and pointed his gaze to the man sitting in his plastic-wrapped chair. “I’m closed. Get gone.”
“But—”
“Didn’t fuckin’ stutter. Closed. Family emergency.”
“But—” the man sputtered.
“Wipe it down, keep it covered, keep it clean. A&D Ointment. Come back in two weeks, I’ll finish it on the house. Got me?”
“But—”
“Ain’t no buts.” Crow jerked his chin toward the door. “Out.”
With a grumble and a scowl, the man climbed out of the chair and nabbed his nearby T-shirt. Crow tracked him as he passed by, keeping Jazz’s face tucked against his chest.
“Two weeks,” the man said before heading out of the front door.
Crow gave him a sharp nod. “Two weeks. No charge.”
“Right.”
“Right,” Crow echoed him.
Once the door closed, Crow took a long, deep inhale and slowly let it out. Then he released her and held her out in front of him by her shoulders, so he could take a better look. “Kachina,” he murmured. “Baby.” While on the surface she looked okay, it didn’t mean she was.
Her blonde hair was now dark. Actually pitch black, making her fair skin look even paler.
He hated it.
She wore thick black mascara, and too much caked-on shit covered the natural beauty of her face.
He hated that, too.
But it was her eyes. Something she couldn’t change, couldn’t hide, that twisted his insides. Those formerly vibrant green eyes seemed hollow. Empty. Dull.
Nothing like when she was twenty-two. The last time he saw her. When she was Hawk’s house mouse. When she was a college student. Carefree.
Living the good life. Not a care in the world. Her whole future ahead of her.
That future had been kicked right in the fucking nuts.
Wrong place. Wrong time.
She had been collateral damage in a war that she had no business being a part of.
Yeah, she was DAMC because her grandfather was one of the oldest members who wasn’t in prison, or underground. But she never asked for any of it.
Her mother wanted better for herself and her daughter, so Jazz’s parents had moved hours away after she was born. Different town. Different state. Different life. Until they couldn’t afford their daughter’s college tuition.
So at eighteen, Jazz returned to Shadow Valley. Back to the club. Back to her grandparents so the club could cover the cost of her education.
What was supposed to help her turned out to hurt her instead.
And afterward, she returned home to New York. To heal. To hide. To forget.
He never thought she’d be back. No one ever thought she’d return.
She’d ignored everyone’s calls, texts, and emails for the past six years.
Every fucking one of them.
He wondered, why now? And why him?

About the Author:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing. Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

To keep up with her busy release schedule check her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter: http://www.jeannestjames.com/newslettersignup

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Saturday, 16 February 2019

It's release day! What's life without a little chaos? Hard, Fast and Madly: Part 2 is now LIVE! #NSFWexcerpt



Hard, Fast and Madly: Part 2

Blurb

What’s life without a little chaos?

Who would’ve thought a chance meeting on an airplane could’ve turned into a whirlwind romance like none other? Certainly not Freya Lapierre, who’d thought she’d never experience love again, not after the secrets and devastation her late husband left her with. She figured she was destined for a life of heartache and loneliness. But Jake changed all that. He showed Freya a new way to live with passion, self-love and honesty. He brought her into his family fold and introduced her to people who will always have her back. Only, Freya’s fears, insecurities and the enemies her ex-husband left behind threaten this new family and force Freya to a take a risk, endangering those she loves most in the process.

Jake Leeman’s been knocked off his feet by the stunning Freya. She intrigues him, challenges him, and most of all loves him implicitly. He’s finally earned her trust, and he’s determined to keep it. But life has other plans for Jake, and that trust is tested. When Jake’s world is turned upside down and his entire identity is put into question, he begins to re-evaluate everything he’s ever known. Can Freya help Jake navigate the turmoil and his new life? Can she help him find himself again? Or will the drama and danger that surrounds them both be too much for their relationship to handle … and survive?









Dirty Excerpt


His tongue laved at my core while his fingers tickled and teased. I pushed into him and delighted in his moan and how it vibrated through me. Without him ceasing his efforts, our eyes locked. “Lay back and put your hands on your belly, right here.” He patted my lower abdominals. “Whenever you feel like it, pull on the skin and muscles. It’ll make things feel even better.”
How did he know these things?
I did as he told me and slowly lowered my head and torso down to the cool slate, adjusting my position ever so slightly so that I no longer had a lumpy piece of rock boring into the back of my skull. He tapped my stomach, and I put both my hands there, pulling back the way he’d told me to. His lips enclosed my clit and he sucked.
Holy mother of God. He was so right. It felt so good.
Eyebrows bobbing, he grinned. “See, I told you.”
I rode his face for ages. The man was an artist. Just when I felt like he was going to push me over the cliff, he’d pull me back from the precipice, only to tirelessly bring me right back up to the top again. Over and over he worked me until I was near mad for an orgasm, my entire body gyrating with need, my skin hot to the touch as sweat mingled with mist.
I was drenched. “J-Jake,” I stammered, “I need to come.”
Rising up from the water without a word, like a young Poseidon, his manhood hard and raging, he grabbed both my ankles and thrust home. He knew I was ready for him.
“Touch yourself,” he grunted. “Use your fingers.”
I wasn’t sure if it was position, him looming over me, commanding and dominating, or the fact that we were having sex in a cave behind a waterfall, but a primitive beast raged and roared inside of me, and I ached to please.
I wanted to see that face of possession again. Where I was his, and his alone.
I let one hand travel down my body until I found my clit, moving my hand even lower until I felt him sliding in and out of me. The eroticism of it drove me wild. He was so hard, and I was so soft, and yet we fit together perfectly. Our bodies were meant to be united in such a way. My other hand started to play with my breasts, fondling and tweaking, pinching and pulling, all the things that Jake had taught me to love.
I felt the orgasm stir and reignite deep inside my belly.
“You’re so hot,” he panted, hammering into me, his face set in a pinched scowl with bared teeth and furrowed brow. He was so focused, so heavily concentrated on me, on us.
“Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me hard.”
It must have been my blue-moon use of profanities, because he let out a roar and then poured himself into me, bucking wildly like an animal as he found his release. I clenched my muscles around him, trying to heighten his pleasure, milking him, greedy for every last drop.
 He let go of my legs and stretched out on top of me, pinning my body beneath his. I wrapped my legs around his waist and arched my back, feeling the weighted draw of his still rigid cock sliding in and out of me. Wedging his hand between us, he pinched my clit, and that was all I needed.
Finally, after what felt like hours of circling the summit, I fell over, spiraling and twirling down from the high peak into a euphoric deluge of incredible sensations, ricocheting from my head to my toes and back again. I opened my eyes when the pleasure started to dissipate to find Jake watching me, his eyes soft and kind, almost sleepy.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, brushing his lips across mine as if they were feathers. “So beautiful. And mine. All mine.”

I closed my eyes again and let his love wash over me. “All yours.” 





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Friday, 15 February 2019