Wednesday, December 17, 2014

TGI...err W Tease? December 17th 2014

Well, my apologies for skipping out on last week's blog post. And okay, it's not Friday. There was way to much happening in my little world and my little family. My eldest daughter graduated from primary school, and nothing is quite as lovely, or depressing, as realizing your age!! Both kidlets had their dance concert. But in my author world, Scared of Forever made her debut on December 14th. And it was a great release day thanks to and all of the bloggers who participated. The tour and giveaway are still running, and I'm having a great time discovering new blogs to like! You should too! But most of all, readers, a million thank yous to all of you who opened the book, closed the book, considered the book, bought the book, reviewed the book, borrowed the book...yeah, you get what I mean! Your support means the absolute world!

At present I am knee deep in Scared of Exposure, and my dark and broody Chayse is succeeding in making me swoon...but he's about to piss me and Mirelle off, and I'm not looking forward to that at all. 

The very last few words I penned, um, typed are here, look down!


Her legs and arms entangle themselves around me, the T-shirt she’s wearing turning translucent as it hits the clear ocean water. The sun casts an ethereal glow over the impending dawn, the sky alight with a kaleidoscope of purples, lilacs and oranges. Burying her head against my shoulder, I watch as the edges of her hair sway wistfully in the water. Everything about Mirelle calms me, silences all the demons that all too often come out to play these days. I remember what my psychiatrist said about using her as a crutch for my issues. This wasn’t that. This was two people who couldn’t get enough of fucking each other. Who liked the other’s company. This was not something that could be quantified by some fucking psychiatric scale.

And the scene before that, well, oh my! Guess you'll see that one in the novel (I'm teasing now, and I'm sorry, I'll stop)

My not too technically savvy self is also trying to start an email newsletter, so sign up, because the very first newsletter will include the never before seen deleted/alternate prologue for Scared of Forever. Get your tissues, you will most definitely need them!

And in the months to come I'll be sending out short stories from the series, featuring Jade, Mary, Jackson and Daniella, Mac, Lissi, Emily, Tyler, Maia...

Until Friday, bye beautifuls!

Love J xx

Friday, December 5, 2014

TGIF Tease...December 5th, 2014

So, I'm trying out this weekly post thing, a task which will forever be known as the TGIF Tease! My ability to be consistent is well, a little lacking, so we'll see how this goes! 

So updates, there are 9 days to Scared of Forever's debut! I am beyond excited!! There's a giveaway on the release day blitz, and the blog tour that follows too!

Today's tease is an unedited excerpt from Scared of Exposure, Scared Book # 3. I just figure out my twist, so am super excited to get it all on paper, err, word processor! Enjoy!!


I race back into the bar like my ass is one fire. My underwear slides around uncomfortably in the wet of my thighs.
“Mirelle,” Trix says with a questioning look.
“What?” I mumble, trying to compose myself and return the flush of my cheeks to normal skin tone.
“The bottles?” she says with an eye roll.
“Oh shit, I…there was this guy and…”
“Trix, I got everything I think we need to restock…” The voice behind me startles me out of my explanation. He doesn’t finish his sentence either. When I turn to face him, him, the very recently fantasized about him, he stares back. His immediate reaction is shocked recognition, but he masks that well behind a cocky smile. He recognizes me, which means he saw me. Oh my fucking God! How awkward!
“Thanks Chayse,” Trix smiles. “You were saying?” she says, redirecting her attention to me.
“I couldn’t see the cock…Um, I mean that stock, or… I couldn’t see the supply room.” My cheeks must now be a hideous shade of beetroot. Trix shoots me a quizzical look.
‘Chayse’ walks over and deposits the box of alcohol bottles on the bar, a smile plastered across his lips. He avoids my stare but it looks as though he’s trying not to laugh. And I’m mortified beyond belief. I notice how his biceps strain the same way they did a few minutes ago when he lifts the box to the bar height.
The memory of five minutes ago lands right back in my head with no warning. The girl’s low moans, his hands gripping her ass and thighs. And my first thought is that I want that done to me right here on this bar. So much for being done with men.
“Mirelle, this is Chayse. Chayse, Mirelle,” Trix introduces with a nonchalant wave of her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Mirelle,” Chayse says in an exaggerated gentlemanly way, holding out a large yet slender hand.

“Yeah, you too,” I mumble, shaking his hand awkwardly. I can’t meet his eyes as he lets his fingers linger against mine. He leans in, his voice a low whisper. “It’s nice to see you again.” His voice is seductive and sweet. And I think I may have just stopped breathing. If I was beetroot red before, I’m sure that I’m eggplant purple now.

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