Saturday, March 25, 2017

Sex, Heat and Hunger: Part 1

Sex, Heat and Hunger: Part 1
Book 3 of The Dark and Damaged Hearts Series
Coming March 29, 2017
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He was her addiction; she was his everything…
Emma Everly is ready for her happily ever after. James Shaw doesn’t know happiness. But Emma knows that there is more to the brilliant and sexy millionaire project developer. Yearning to experience the world of pleasure that James is offering her, with no strings and no future, Emma agrees to the parameters of his proposition. No love, just sex  —and lots of it. After only one weekend, Emma feels her heart begin to bind to the man, and she knows she needs more, only James’ walls are up and he remains guarded and distant. He’s hiding something. As Emma falls hard and fast into his intoxicating world of sex and passion she fears that her own checkered past and James’ secrets may be what’s keeping their happily ever after just beyond their grasp.

In the midst of my phone conversation with Steve, the bar stool to my right had been vacated and re-occupied without my noticing. The thick as molasses voice came from a guy in a three-piece dark grey suit, black leather dress shoes, and an understated but non-the-less impressive Rolex which peeked from beneath the cuff, to reveal a light dusting of dark hair at the wrist. His hands were huge, like super huge! You can tell a lot about a person from their hands and these were capable hands. Hands of a man who worked hard and didn’t just push a pencil all day, trimmed nails with plenty of calluses, and the occasional scar to show he dove right in when it came to dirty work, a man’s man in gentleman’s clothes.
But more noticeable than his big hands, which at that moment I suddenly ached to have on me, was the most intoxicating scent of the man; an alluring mix of spice, woods, and confidence, like he’d just chopped down enough trees to make a log house and then swiped Old Spice under his arms —it was hot! I looked up from my phone, straight into piercing cobalt blue eyes and flicked down to a cocky but adorable smirk on an even more adorable mouth —scratch that —a sexy, delicious and unbelievably kissable mouth. My core clenched as I envisioned that mouth traveling down my body and ending between my legs. Holy shit! Where did that come from? More to the point, where did you come from Mr. Sexy Mouth?


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Friday, March 24, 2017

First Chapter Friday: Brothers in Blue: Marc by Jeanne St. James

Book 2 of the Brothers in Blue Series...

 The Brothers in Blue Series, book #2
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Meet the men of Manning Grove, three small-town cops and brothers, who meet the women who will change the rest of their lives. This is Marc’s story…

Officer Marc Bryson doesn’t believe women should be in law enforcement. Ever. When his older brother, Max, is promoted to the small town’s police chief the first thing he does is hire a woman fresh out of the academy. Then makes Marc her Field Training Officer.

Determined to follow in her late father’s footsteps, Leah Grant has the moxie to break any glass ceiling that stands in the way from becoming a police officer. Even if that means proving to her coach—who only wants her in his bed and not in the field—she’s worthy of being a permanent member of the force.

Working in a man’s world, Leah challenges Marc’s misconceptions about women in the line of duty. But as they struggle to separate their work life from their undeniable chemistry, things continue to steam up and get a little kinky. These two officers of the law must toe the line after being caught red-handed.

In the end, can Leah prove to Marc that she is good as backup as well as in bed?

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Chapter One
“What the fuck do you mean a woman?” Corporal Marc Bryson all but sputtered over the chief’s desk and the too-tidy piles of paperwork, which were perfectly spaced apart on the spotless surface.
The chief, who just happened to be his older brother, lifted an eyebrow. “I would hope you would know what a woman is by your age, Marc. Though, now that I think about it, you never did bring any women home when you squatted at my house.”
“Oh, very funny. And I wasn’t squatting. I gave you money every month.”
Max Bryson snorted.
“Anyway, let’s get back to this discussion—”
Max cut him off at the knees. “There will be no discussion. Period. I hired her and you’re going to be her FTO.”
Marc didn’t want to be some woman’s Field Training Officer. No way, no how. Women shouldn’t be cops. Ever.
“Why do I have to train her? Why not Dunn?”
“Because I said so.”
What the fuck. Big brother says so and that’s all, folks. Fellow officer Tommy Dunn wasn’t going to be the new rookie’s FTO because he was too easy going, he would coddle the female, not train her for the real world in policing. And Marc would. Plus, Dunn wasn’t certified to be an FTO. Though that was just semantics. Right?
Shit. Marc wouldn’t give any slack to a woman fresh out of the academy. Max knew how much he opposed women in law enforcement. If she wanted to be treated as an equal, then Marc would have no problem being tough and inflexible with the rules just because she was a w—new recruit. Right.
Fine. But he didn’t have to be happy about it.
“Let me just remind you that you’re a corporal now. I warned you when you accepted the promotion that with the buck more weekly salary increase you’re getting”—Max snickered—“comes more responsibility.”
Max was obviously enjoying this, not giving a flipping fuck how Marc felt about this new “responsibility.” If his older brother could find a way to bust his balls, he did it.
Fighting this would be pointless. Marc exhaled loudly in defeat. “When does she start?”
Max glanced at his black G-Shock wrist watch. “As soon as Dunn is finished issuing all her equipment.”
Marc’s head snapped up and he thought he’d have to shove his eyeballs back into their sockets. “Today?”
Max laughed. “Got a problem with that, Corp?”
Marc took another deep breath. He kept playing into Max’s hands. He needed to act like this whole thing didn’t bother him. Otherwise, Max would ride him hard until he broke. Big brothers were assholes like that. The power of becoming chief had gone to his head. He didn’t know how his wife put up with him.
Oh, that’s right. Amanda didn’t take any of his shit. One misstep and that woman brought him to his knees. Whap! Marc looked down at the floor while he chuckled.
“Something funny, brother?”
“Nope. Max, you interviewed her, so what does she look like?” He hoped she wasn’t someone prissy, more worried about breaking a nail than doing actual police work. Nor did he want a beast. A woman who would look like she could break Marc in half.
“It shouldn’t matter what she looks like. Get your priorities straight. She graduated the academy at the top of her class. That’s what’s important.”
“Chief, we’re done,” Tommy Dunn called out from the hallway as he turned the corner. His large, lanky body suddenly filled the office doorway and Marc couldn’t see the new officer.
Apparently neither could Max. “Why don’t you get the hell out of the way, and let her through? Get back out on patrol. I’m sure Mrs. Johnson needs her cat rescued again.”
The redhead shuffled his feet. “No problem, Max.”
Marc shook his head and chuckled softly just waiting. Dunn never learned.
Max cleared his throat loudly and gave Tommy the stink eye. “Excuse me?”
Dunn’s face paled which illuminated the countless freckles that covered his face. “I meant chief. Sorry, Chief.” With a mumble, Dunn backed up, then jerked forward as he bumped into the person behind him. He excused himself and rushed off.
Marc leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms and ankles and waited, a frown front and center on his face.
After a few moments of no sign of the rookie, Max barked, “Grant, get in here!”
A figure appeared in the open doorway and she stood at attention, her body stiff and tight. Marc did a preliminary inspection, starting at her feet. She wore black tactical boots, the dark blue summer uniform of the department, a full duty belt that looked like it weighed more than she did, and as his gaze rose, her torso looked out of proportion. What the hell?
There was something seriously wrong with her Kevlar vest underneath her uniform.
Marc jumped to his feet and stood with legs apart, pointing at her chest. “What’s wrong with your vest?”
A blush rose from the tight collar of her shirt into her cheeks as she stared at his finger. “Sir, it’s too big, Sir.”
Fuck that double sir shit. Academy bullshit that was drilled into you. While attending the academy, you could be at the grocery store on the weekend and have to ask a stock boy a question and you’d start and end the question with a sir. Sir, where are the kumquats, Sir? The teenager would look at you as if you’d grown two heads.
“I’ll order you a new vest,” Max said. “Just bear with that one for now. I don’t want you going without. It’s in our Field Regulations.”
“Sir, yes, Sir.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, drop the sir echo,” Marc barked. Okay, maybe a little harsh for the first day, but he was annoyed. Just a tad. This whole FTO thing was a flaming bunch of bullshit. And now he was stuck training someone who probably would faint at the sight of blood and hide when shit went down. “And stop standing in the doorway. Get in here front and center.”
She rushed to the center of Max’s office, heels together, fists clamped to the sides of her thighs, head up, eyes staring forward focused on some spot above Max’s head.
“By the way, Grant, the corporal here will be your FTO.”
Marc narrowed his eyes at the wide smile his brother wore. Then he caught the quick flick of her gaze toward him before pinning it straight ahead again. He circled her closely, looking her up and down. He checked the tuck of her uniform shirt into her pants, he checked the crease on her sleeves—it had to be centered from her shoulder directly through the patch to the hem. It was. He moved around to stand directly in front of her, less than a foot away. By being in her personal space he was testing her. Would she step back or stand her ground?
He flicked her name tag with his index finger. “Your tag is crooked. Fix it. Did you even read the regulations?”
As she repined the black and silver tag that said GRANT straight with trembling fingers, Marc wondered if Max had even provided her copies of the department’s Administration and Field Regulations as well as their SOPs—Standard Operating Procedures—yet.
“Corporal,” Marc corrected her sharply.
“Corporal…” Her eyes jumped to his nametag. Confusion crossed her face, but it was hidden in a flash. “Bryson. I have studied the SOPs, the FRs, and the ARs as required.”
Well, well, well. Max was on it. Good for big brother. And good for the recruit. But she’d have to do a lot more than that to impress him.
“Every day while you’re in field training expect to be inspected like this. Get used to it. And make sure you’re squared away before beginning your shift.”
He studied her from head to toe one last time. But this inspection was of her, not her uniform. She stood about five-six. She probably weighed a hundred and twenty pounds at best. And she was young. Maybe twenty-five. Young enough to think she could make a difference out in the world. She may be disappointed.
He sucked in a deep breath, steeling himself for what, he didn’t know, but it turned out to be a mistake. A big one. He inhaled her unmistakable scent. Not perfume, no. It was light, floral. He couldn’t help sniff a little more, trying not to be obvious. It was her shampoo, or her soap, or her body lotion. Something that caught his attention. Her dark hair was pulled back into a thick, tight bun, not a stray hair to be seen. It made him wonder how long it actually was when let down. Her thick eyelashes surrounded amazing hazel eyes. It had to be his imagination when they flashed different colors, from gold to brown to green, all within a dark outer ring. Had to be; irises didn’t change colors. Her nose was thin and straight, her cheekbones high and blooming with color from his detailed inspection. And her lips…
Fuck. Marc stepped back and cleared his throat.
Max cut into his thoughts. “Grant, why don’t you go and wait in the patrol room. Your FTO will be with you in a couple minutes so he can start showing you the ropes. Close the door on your way out, would you?”
“Thank you, S—Chief.” She spun on the ball of her right foot and marched stiffly out of the office.
Polyester uniform pants were never flattering on anyone, man or woman, but somehow she managed to make her tight little ass looked good in them. A sigh almost slipped past his lips.
“Was it good for you?” Max asked him.
“You stripping her bare in your head.”
“I didn’t,” he grumbled. Was it that obvious? He didn’t want to check for it, or even look, but he might have a chubby.
“Keep it professional. Don’t make me have to write you up, or worse, for doing something stupid.”
“Why did she have to be so—”
Max slammed his palm on the desk top, making Marc jump. “Don’t fuck this up, Corporal. We’re already shorthanded and I need her. We need her. With Matt still overseas and since Chief Peters retired, there’s been a gaping hole. Unless you want to work constant doubles, then do everything you can to make sure she’s trained properly and is an asset to this department. As for you being stuck with all sixty days of her training, I have no other option. You’re it until our baby brother gets his feet back on American soil. And even then, I don’t think his head will be in the game enough to train another officer.”
Once their youngest brother gets back from his stint in the Marines, it could be possible that he would need refresher training anyway.
Like it or not, Marc will have to spend the next two months as their new female recruit’s shadow. He was so screwed.

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! 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.
She has a few new releases coming up in 2017. So keep an eye on her website at or sign up for her newsletter here.


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Thursday, March 23, 2017

Love, Passion and Power: Part 2 -Excerpt

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A shiver ran down my spine in anticipation and goosebumps rose on my skin. He’d never looked at me quite like this before. Yes, lust and possession were in his eyes, I was used to that and always enjoyed the fact I could make him burn but now if I wasn’t mistaken there was also a sense of relief. What the hell was he so relieved about?

He made love to me without words. Our bodies became one and moved in a rhythm all its own. It was unlike any sex we’d had before. But his looks of pure adoration and fascination as he brought my body repeatedly to orgasm left me with tears in the corners of my eyes and a pain and craving for him so fierce that I grappled at his back and body, desperate for the two of us to be closer. There was more than just love in his eyes; it was pure passion and pure power. He consumed me.

The story continues...
Ten hearts, ten books, ten years...

Book 2 (of 10) The Dark and Damaged Hearts Series

Love, Passion and Power Part 1 and 2 Are now LIVE!!

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Sex, Heat and Hunger: Part 1 Book 3 of The Dark and Damaged Hearts.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

"There's no sneaking up on me, princess..." A filthy excerpt from Sex, Heat and Hunger: Part 1 - Coming March 29th!






I walked back into the bedroom, and he was right where I left him; spread eagle, buck-naked on the bed with the covers pushed down to the end. His arms were still behind his head, and his eyes closed while a small smile danced on his lips.
I didn’t even bother to pretend not to stare at the magnificent package between his legs as it grew harder by the second and lay thick and ready against his stomach. I guess we could go again. My mouth watered and I tiptoed over to the side of the bed and bent down to kiss him. He must have sensed my presence though because with cat-like reflexes he pulled me down and flipped me over onto the bed, so I was beneath him.
“There’s no sneaking up on me, princess,” he growled, moving his hips, so they were grinding against me in an oh-so-wonderful way. I could feel his erection against my pelvic bone, so I started to grind my hips into him as well; moving my body into his so that eventually he would be positioned at my opening and could just slide on in.
“How do you feel about a little ass-play?” Seriously? This guy’s a mind reader. “I can’t get enough of that sweet ass. I need more of it. What do you think?”
“I was just thinking that myself.” I grinned. “What did you have in mind?”
“I dunno,” he hummed, intertwining his legs with mine.
He started to rock left to gather momentum. He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and rolled us across the bed so that I was once again on top of him. A big, callused hand snaked behind me, while fingers curiously started to dip and explore my wetness, trailing it back up along and over my anus. I let James set the pace, and within moments he had slipped inside me. I was on top, so I braced my arms on either side of his and angled myself forward, moving back and forth and loving the feeling of him. He continued to run his finger up and down my bottom, gently slipping a fingertip inside to lubricate me with my own slippery arousal. He pushed one finger into my ass slowly and then began to move it back and forth. The sensation was intense; I felt full, full of James.
He was fucking my mouth with his tongue, my pussy with his cock and my ass with his finger. He was all consuming, claiming my body and making it writhe in pure ecstasy. I contracted my inner muscles, squeezing him, he moaned and slipped in another finger. I nearly lost my head.
“I want to fuck your ass.”
Hmmm… yes… please.” 

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Cailin’s Tuesday Tease for March 2017

The Tuesday tease for March come from "The Key," a short story I wrote for the Kink in Ink event in the BDSM Group on Goodreads.

Comments by Group Members:

Holy hotness, my lady. Michelangelo just came in the Uffizi.
The Key is a terrific read. I loved the premise of the sadistic artist and his (somewhat) reluctant model. I loved the juxtaposition of sexual sadism (in Kolya) against true violence (in Ivan). The challenge to process the difference makes the kink sexier.  Jillian

I really enjoyed how you built up the tension in the opening scenes.

Thank you for this tasty treat, Cailin! It was interesting to see the disparity between my initial perception of Kolya and how he reveals himself to be, esp in contrast to Ivan. We get a hint of his complexity and that made me want more ;) Tender sadism… Yes, that would be my preferred brand, too :)

Thank you for fascinating short, Cailin! I would love to read the back story here and to me there is nothing hotter that a yummy sadist.

The Key

Tyen has three rules: pain is not a good thing, any significant other in her life is her co-equal, and under no condition would she ever model for Kolya Kushnir.

Kolya likes playing games especially those that involve predicament bondage. When he snatched her key and forced Tyen to play hide and seek, he never imagined his actions might kill her.

Story’s Genre: BDSM erotic romance. Happily Ever After. Kink: predicament bondage, S/M, m/f.

The Tease:

Kolya was an artist. A sculptor focused on what he termed brutal beauty. He’d tried but failed to convince Tyen to model for him, claiming he’d make it worth her while with a naughty wiggle of his eyebrows. She’d refused, not willing to experience the pain that went along with being the focus of his creative genius. Then he’d grabbed the key, promising to return it if she modeled for him, offering his sadistic little hide and seek game to increase his enjoyment of her eventual capitulation, a game designed to make it impossible for her to win.

She didn’t knock. It wasn’t necessary. People came and went from Kolya’s as they pleased. When she entered, he was motionless, staring at several large sheets of sketches clipped to a line strung across one end of his studio. He was nude except for a chain around his neck. No finer example of the perfection of the male form existed in art or real life.

She’d lusted after him for years, but he never took advantage of what she was willing to give. He didn’t fuck his models. It might affect his ability to wring as much pain from them as possible. Or so he claimed.

A large chunk of stone, untouched and rough, stood next to him. He must have heard her enter because he turned. A wicked smile spread his lips. Haphazard golden curls framed his angelic face. Clear blue eyes gave no hint to the wickedness of his mind.

“Give up?”

Tyen dropped her gaze to the floor and swallowed hard. “Yes.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear what you said.”

She gritted her teeth and lifted her chin to glare at him. “I said yes.”

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Monday, March 20, 2017

Menage Monday -Limo three-way anyone?

Love, Passion and Power: Part 2

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The story continues...
Ten hearts, ten books, ten years...

Book 2 (of 10) The Dark and Damaged Hearts Series

Love, Passion and Power Part 1 and 2 Are now LIVE!!

She made a purring sound in her throat. “Your birthday? Well why didn’t you say so? This calls for extra special attention, wouldn’t you say, Justin?” She dropped to the floor at my feet. “Our birthday girl shouldn’t have to wait for anything, not even getting home. She should get off before she gets home, don’t you think?”
She started sliding her hands up my dress, urging me to inch forward in the seat. She hooked her fingers around the elastic of my thong and brought it down over my ankles handing it to Justin, whose eyes were like dinner plates. The erection in his pants unmistakable.
“Absolutely!” He said, smiling widely as he bent his head to kiss me.
“It’s been a while since I’ve tasted a birthday girl,” Hannah mumbled, dipping a finger between my folds and finding me wet and ready. Her tongue was soft and inquisitive, brushing my clit with barely a whisper of a touch as she swirled her finger inside me. “Tell us what you want from us tonight, birthday girl. Your wish is our command.” And she pushed her head further beneath my dress, letting her lips encircle my clit, sucking gently. I closed my eyes and bucked into her face.
“Yes, birthday girl, tell us what you want from us,” Justin added, pulling one of my breasts out from the front of my gold sequined tube dress and latching onto a nipple, tugging and sucking on it until the small bite of pain bloomed into heat and I was eager for him to do it again.
“I… I want to do sixty-nine with Hannah while Justin fucks me in the ass,” I said, already incredibly close from their joint efforts. Justin lifted his head from my breast and questioned my admission with a quirked eyebrow. I nodded and licked my lips, already fantasizing about how it would all feel, evocative images of us writhing in pleasure dancing through my mind.
“Sounds like a hell of a good time,” she whispered, breathing cool air against my core and then attacking my clit with her greedy little tongue. I let out a cry and came. Justin latched onto my nipple again and pulled, heightening my orgasm to greater measures while Hannah added another finger inside me, beckoning me to come again, and I did.

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