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Leaving at Noon, the first draft

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No one would ever accuse me of being obsessively neat or tidy, or worrying that the house is a mess and people might be shocked to see it. But one thing I’ve never done is let readers see the messy, first draft of a manuscript. Dirty washing, dirty plates and dirty rooms don’t worry me. Dirty drafts? Yeah, that terrifies me.

So please understand how brave I’m being to show you this. There are spelling errors, grammatical errors, typos and…the story hasn’t been plotted out at all. You’re seeing an extract from this book in all its rough mess.

What’s the book about? Well, it’s the fourth story in the Sunday Night Dinner Club series, and focuses on the only married couple in the club, Zoey and Theo Hughes.

Things have been shaky between them for a while. Their marriage is headed for a major collapse, and this is the scene where everything comes to a head:

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Leaving at Noon: A very rough excerpt:

By the time he’d climbed out of the car, stalked down the garden path and reached the front door, his apprehension had turned to anger.

What the fuck?

Theo didn’t pretend to be quiet when he let himself in. He slammed the door and turned on the light in the entryway. Once he’d tossed his keys and her bag on the table, eliciting two satisfying clangs, he walked through the house, turning on every light he passed.

Zoey wasn’t in the lounge. Nor was she in the dining room or kitchen. Frustration bit at him, and he smashed his fist on the kitchen counter. The bang resounded off the walls and cupboards.

She wasn’t in the either of the spare rooms—his temporary home office and hers, until they had kids—which meant, if Zoey was indeed home, and Liv seemed to think she was, there was only one place she could be.

The bedroom door was open. Riding a wave of fear, fury and frustration, Theo kicked it, ramming it into the wall. It bounced back at him, and he kicked again for good measure, hard as he could. The wood splintered against his foot.

Theo didn’t give a shit. He whacked his hand against the switch, and light flooded the room.

Zoey gaped at him from her side of the bed, her jaw hanging open, her eyes wide with shock.

At least, for once, she wasn’t pretending to sleep.

“Are you crazy?” she demanded.

“What. The. Fuck?” Breath sawed from his chest.

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

Theo pointed in the general direction of his car. His hand—which he was surprised to notice held his phone—still shook. “I have just spent the last hour looking for you. Driving up and down the streets of Sydney.”

She sat up, glaring. “Well, you found me. Right here, where I asked Levi to tell you I’d be.”

Yeah, that was true. Levi had told him she’d gone home. On foot.

“I drove to and from Chelsea’s, three times, searching for you.”

Unmoved, Zoey set her lips in a straight, angry line.

He held up his iPhone to show her, clenching it so tight, he cracked the protective cover. “I called you. Over and over and over. Couldn’t get hold of you.”

Zoey narrowed her eyes, then said unrepentantly. “I was on the phone.”

Rage lit his veins. Theo squeezed his mobile tighter. The damaged cover pinched the skin of his middle finger, and stinging pain shot through him. Hard as he could, he hurled the phone against the far wall.

It shattered on impact.

Zoey jerked in shock. Then she schooled her features in a bland mask. “Feel better?”

“Not even a bit.”

“The phone was what? Four months old?”

“I thought you’d been hurt. Broken a leg maybe.” He’d thought worse. Way, way worse. “Taken. Attacked.” Twisted visions of rape had haunted him for an hour, intensifying with every passing moment. His breath was uneven and his back damp with sweat.

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K, that’s it. All I’m brave enough to show you.

*Wipes sweat from brow*

Leaving at Noon releases on the 22nd of May. You can pre-order it now at:

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(It’s not up at Amazon yet – but it will be soon.)

🙂

Jess

 

 

 

A Dirty WIP

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When writers talk about the ‘dirty draft’, they’re not talking about the explicitness of their sex scenes. Well, not always :). The dirty draft is what we call the first draft, the version of the book that is messy and ugly and sometimes nonesensical and very very dirty, creatively speaking. That’s the stage I’m at now with Imperfect Penelope, book 4 in the Wild Crush series. So you’ll have to forgive any errors or general strangeness in this excerpt. M’kay?

Here’s the hero Greg and the heroine Penny’s first kiss so far.

If anything the set of his jaw turned even more granite hard. “Penelope. Don’t.”

Every nerve ending in Penny’s body was brought to attention. Greg didn’t so much speak as growl. And the way he called her Penelope like that, almost as though he were scolding her. It was so unexpectedly, freaking hot that her breath left her body with a raspy sound. It was loud, too loud in the suddenly tense silence between them.

Penny swallowed, trying to find her voice. “Don’t…what?”

Her hand was still resting on his chest, and Penny slowly became aware that Greg was breathing as rapidly as she was, the air filling and leaving his lungs in short, rough bursts. He lifted a hand and encircled her wrist and against his fingers her pulse jumped. He leaned in closer, dipping his head slightly because she was shorter than him, although not by much. Penny felt his breath brushing over her cheek, her lips.

When he spoke again his voice snarled in that same way. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”

Despite his words, Greg made no move to push her hand away or put distance between them. Penny’s nipples hardened unbearably. Her response was instinctive, primal and uncontrollable. And so shocking she could barely breathe.

Then she did breathe, and she made a sound unlike any she’d made before. A keening noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper. She’d have been embarrassed by it if she’d had time to be, but Greg didn’t give her a moment to think. He swooped, like a hawk upon easy prey, and captured her mouth with his.

Penny froze, stunned by the wholly unexpected move. Greg speared a hand through her hair, holding her head still as his lips brushed over hers. His were hot, surprisingly sensual as they tasted her, coaxing a response from her. Her body did respond, melting in some places, hardening and swelling in others. But her brain remained on short circuit, keeping her from moving.

Then Penny sensed Greg was going to pull away. His sudden, shocking claim was about to end. She imagined him apologizing, frowning in self-recrimination as he all but sprinted out her front door, and the thought that he’d leave and she’d miss this opportunity, an opportunity she knew wouldn’t come again, finally made her react. She reached up and sank her fingers through his hair, preventing him from backing off. Then she opened her lips and invited him in.

Greg groaned and accepted what she offered. His tongue glided sensuously along the seam of her lips before dipping into her mouth. They melded together so perfectly and that was such a surprise that Penny made that weird sound again, felt it vibrate in the back of her throat. Greg responded by using his free hand to cup her ass and drag her toward him.

Oh boy. That was definitely not a gun in his pocket. Only moments ago she’d decided he wasn’t attracted to her in the slightest, but there was no mistaking his arousal. She felt it in the tense way he held his body, in the fierce hunger of his kiss, and the thick bulge of his cock pressing against her abdomen.

Penny melted with an acute, needy pleasure, but just as she was sagging against him, ready to give over to whatever was happening between them, Greg wrenched his mouth from hers.

The abrupt withdrawal unbalanced her, and she swayed on her feet as Greg pulled away. He put distance between their bodies but kept one hand on her hip. Was that because she was unsteady or because some part of him was reluctant to let her go? Penny hoped for the latter, but was afraid it was the former and Greg’s ingrained sense of chivalry was at work. She struggled to pull herself together, horrified at the thought he might see her as a swoony female who needed supporting. She took a step back and held onto the kitchen bench for balance.

They stared at each other for a tense moment. Greg opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again before speaking. He appeared so perplexed that Penny suspected he’d never been at a loss for words before. His befuddlement was kind of cute.

“Well,” she began when the silence became awkward. “That was…a surprise.”

“It was a mistake,” Greg countered roughly, and Penny thought so much for cute.

Well, there it is. A dirty draft kiss. What do you think?

Sami

 

Kisses Sweeter Than Wine releases today

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Today marks the release of the third and final book in the Tastes of Seduction series.

The books are all loosely interwoven, but each one stands alone.

Starting off the series is the first book, an MMF menage, Summer Wine. And if you’re curious to know more about it, it’s free for a limited time! You can down load it here:

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Book 2 is the incredibly romantic and oh, so, sexy, MF, Red Red Wine. You can get your copy here:

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And finally, book 3, the very erotic, very sexy MMF, Kisses Sweeter Than Wine:

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KISSES SWEETER THAN WINE

One sip of passion leaves them thirsty for more…

Tastes of Seduction, Book 3

Declan Muirfield never planned to return to the hotel where he broke a woman’s heart and destroyed his prospects for a happy ever after. Until he finds himself strapped in Noah Martin’s passenger seat, being driven—against his better judgment—back to the scene of his crime.

Noah’s spent too many years watching while Declan’s lived the life he’s expected to lead rather than following his heart and living the life he wants. Now Noah’s had enough. It’s time for Declan to confront his past so he can embrace his future—with Noah, as it was meant to be.

And if that future should include a beguiling woman with honey-gold hair, all the better. Under the guise of a working weekend, Noah has invited Violet Harper to join them at the luxury vineyard hotel. Perhaps now the unspoken connection between Violet, Declan and himself can finally develop into something tangible.

Almost immediately, sparks flare out of control, and clothes come flying off in a hot whirlwind of desire. But convincing Declan and Violet that the three of them belong together may prove to be the hardest task Noah has ever undertaken.

Warning: A bottle of white? A bottle of red? Perhaps a bottle of bubbly instead?

Ah, hell, just bring ’em all. We all know good things come in threes.

A LITTLE TEASER:

She had a faraway look on her face, as though she’d tuned out of the whole conversation.

“Vi?” he prompted.

“Hmmm?”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“I was just wondering…”

“About?”

“About how it feels?”

“How what feels?”

“A blowjob—from a man.”

Noah snorted in surprise.

And Violet slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh, geez. Tell me I didn’t say that out loud. Tell me. Please?”

“You most certainly did.”

“God, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I did it again. Just blurted out exactly what I was thinking.” She shoved her glass at Declan. “You’re right. I am drunk. I’ve had altogether too much wine. Take it away. Hide it from me. Somewhere I’ll never find the glass or the bottle.”

Declan just glanced at the wine.

Violet placed her elbows on the table and dropped her head in her hands, hiding her face. “I’m going to sit quietly and pretend I’m not here. You pretend too. Both of you. Just until the buzz wears off. Then I’ll be fine. Promise. No more inappropriate questions.”

Noah leaned across the table. “It feels good, baby,” he whispered. “So damn good.”

Violet froze.

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Kisses is available right now at your favorite ebookstore:

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Happy reading,

Jess

Variety is the Spice of Life – Sex Locations Day 1

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As an erotic romance author, one of the things you strive to do to is make the sex in each book distinct and different. This takes some inventiveness and some serious risk taking at times from your protagonists. When you’ve racked up 15 books (many more from the other Divas), most of them containing more than one sex scene each and many of them sporting many more than that, it’s Sexy Couplenot easy to make each scene stand out from the other.

This is why I’ve recently turned to play equipment. Yep, as in a public park. At night, no lights (aka no witnesses), not a lot of moonlight. Nobody’s naked on the jungle jim and no DNA gets left behind, this is strictly a preview to the main event. But still, I’ve resorted to foreplay involving a slippery slide. LOL.

Casting my mind back, my characters have committed sex acts in a wide range of places

SAMI’S CHARACTER SEX LOCATION LIST

In a bed (naturally)

On the couch

On the kitchen table

Against the wall

Against the door (same thing as above, really)

In a stable (but NOT on a horse. At least not yet)

In the shower

In the ocean

In a resort swimming pool

In a car (stationery)

In a car (moving)

On a boat (anchored. You can only handle one rudder at a time)

At the beach

On a balcony

In the middle of a vineyard

On a rug in front of the fire (it’s a cliché because it’s good)

At the bar in a hotel

At a lookout (very public, oooh)

Over the phone

In the back yard

That’s quite a list. But I reckon the playground example shows there are many more places to explore.

Anyone want to go canoeing?

**********CONTEST**********

 This week each Diva will be putting up their list of character sex locations (yes the list has an official name). Each day any commenter who can match up at least one of that author’s books with its corresponding sex location will go in the draw to win a set of four backlist books–winner’s choice, one from each of us. So for eg you might say that that Sami’s sex in the stables scene is from Eternal Brand (I gave that one away because that book hasn’t released yet!). Do you get the picture? Match up as many or as few as you can.

Sounds like fun to me :).

Sami

Rocking print releases

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The print release from the Divas this month rock. In more ways than one.

First off, they are 50% off at Samhain. THAT IS A MASSIVE SAVING!

And secondly, they’re both about rock stars!

1) Rhythm of my Heart: Jess Dee

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He rocks every woman’s world, but his heart beats only for her.Speed, Book 3Makeup artist Eve Andrews is an expert at blending into the background. Landing a job with the rock band Speed is the opportunity of a lifetime, and thankfully as close to the spotlight as she’ll ever get again—until the band’s sinfully sexy drummer turns his dazzling eyes on her.

After a scandal shook his world, Zachary Pace, a.k.a. “Jonah Speed”, has given up the one-night stands and easy lays. One look at Eve, and he senses his self-imposed abstinence is about to come to a screeching halt—but he’s confused. His grandmother foretold his destiny lies with a beautiful redhead, not a tiny, brown-haired pixie.

Under the heat of Zachary’s intense focus, Eve’s resistance melts away, but not the façade that hides her terrible secret. And when she accidentally catches a glimpse of his heart’s desire—his fated redhead—her instincts tell her to let him go…before he gets too close. Before he sees the real woman behind her mask, and her heart is left in the dust of his almost-certain retreat.

Product Warnings

This is a Speed book, so you know there’s gonna be a small element of fantasy to it. And a big element of romance. Oh, yeah, and a whole lot of sex. Sex hot enough to make you throb to the rhythm of a very sensual beat…  

Rhythm of my Heart is available now from Samhain for only $6.30. (That is ridiculously cheap for a print book!!!)

 

2) Steady Beat by Lexxie Couper

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He never missed a beat…until she taught him a whole new rhythm.Heart of Fame, Book 4Back when he was playing drums for rock star Nick Blackthorne, it was easy for Noah Holden to focus on the sticks in his hand. Now that the band is getting back together, he’s excited—and worried. His ADHD has made every minute of his post-Blackthorne life a chaotic mess.

His apprehension is blown away when a bar waitress makes him a proposition—and not the kind this king of drums is used to.

When Pepper Kerrigan overhears the band talking reunion, she pushes her self-doubt aside, calls on her encyclopedic music knowledge and challenges Noah Holden to a trivia contest. Her prize should she win? An audition. His? A kiss. Their smoking sexual chemistry guarantees victory—for them both.

With Pepper, Noah is finally able to control his stormy creative energy. But when his wild past catches up with him, he faces the fight of his life to keep from losing his smoky-voiced angel. The one woman who keeps his mind—and his heart—staying on rhythm.

Product Warnings

There’s a thrumming primitive sexual energy in every rock drummer’s body just waiting to be released.

Steady Beat is also available from Samhain for the ridiculous price of only $6.30.

Happy reading,

Jess & Lexxie

 

Memories of my first menage

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Now, now. Minds out the gutter. I’m talking about a book. My book. The first menage I wrote, called A Question Of Trust.

I’d never for a second imagined I could write a menage. It wasn’t something that had ever interested me.  In fact, I’d recently been horrified when my editor suggested the title of the series I’d been working on, Circle Of Three, might be misleading, and readers would buy the books (Only Tyler and Steve’s Story) assuming they were menages. The series was renamed  Circle Of Friends then and there. But like Sami Lee (in the previous blog post,) one day I found myself perusing the Samhain website. There, on the submissions page, I noticed a call for an anthology called Menage & More. Though I had absolutely no interest in the genre, I read the blurb to see what the editor was looking for with a kind of vague curiosity.

I’m not sure what happened while I read or what crazy neurons were firing in my brain, but not five minutes later, I’d opened a new, blank document and begun to write. Six weeks after that, I’d penned my first menage, a MFM romance called Gabe’s Girl. And you know what? I loved it. I loved the characters, I loved their dilemma and I loved the way it ended.

I submitted the book for consideration for the Menage and More anthology. Now, as much as I loved the story, I knew it didn’t stand a chance of being accepted. My knowledge and writing experience on the subject was zilch. So you can imagine how utterly stunned I was when I opened my inbox, and there was a letter offering Gabe’s Girl a spot in the anthology. I was stoked – and of course I said yes (after collapsing on the floor and crying just a little hysterically.) But there was a stipulation. The editor HATED the title. It had to go. A day later, Gabe’s Girl officially became A Question Of Trust. And just a few months after that, A Question Of Trust became my first published menage. (It was later published in print, with the two other novellas in the anthology as Three’s Company.)

Since then I’ve written ten more menages (and included some threesome loving in other books). It’s become a serious passion of mine. If you haven’t read one of those menages yet, I invite you to start where I did. At the very beginning…

 A QUESTION OF TRUST: The blurb

How do you choose between love and honor?

Menage and More Anthology

Madeline Jones is having the time of her life with Gabriel Carter, a man who fulfills every one of her sexual fantasies. She’s sure it can’t get any better than this…until Gabe introduces her to his best friend.

When Connor Regan enters the mix, sparks fly. Suddenly Maddie wants more than just Gabe, she wants Connor, too. The two men seem happy to oblige.

But threesomes have a way of getting complicated. Hearts can be broken. Although Gabe and Connor play by a strict set of rules designed to minimize the damage, true love does not always adhere to the guidelines.

Sometimes, to fulfill the dream of having the love of a lifetime, even the most comprehensive codes of honor have to be challenged.

Product Warnings:

This book contains spicy sex scenes, uninhibited voyeurism, m-f-m passion, anal play, and a new sandwich recipe.

A Question of Trust is Available now at:

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🙂

Jess

Let Me Take You Back…

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Picture it. It was 2008. I’d just had a book rejected for what I in hindsight see were valid reasons, but at the time I was not happy. I was wailing about my short-lived writing career being in the toilet, stuffing my face full of fish and chips and magnum ice creams and threatening to give up writing and buy a coffee van (something the other Divas will tell you I still threaten to do at least once a year).

Then I was perusing the Samhain Publishing website looking for inspiration and I see it: A call for submissions for an anthology of novellas, and the theme was ménage a trois.

Hmmm. I’d only written one erotic story, a short story. I’d never even thought to attempt a ménage. I’d read a few and found them hot, but not particularly romantic. I was a ROMANCE author. Was it possible to write a ménage a trois novella and make it romantic?

As Barney Stinson would say, CHALLENGE. ACCEPTED.Chasing Sunset Cover

My enthusiasm for writing was renewed. I thought if nothing else, it would be fun. And it was. I can’t say I wrote Chasing Sunset in 10 days, but I did write it from start to finish fairly quickly, laughing and giggling all the way. I couldn’t believe I was writing such things. I was being outrageously rude and loving every minute of it.

Turned out Samhain didn’t think Chasing was suitable for the anthology call but they did want to publish it on its own. It came out in December of that year and I found out I really enjoyed writing ménage at trois stories, thanks very much. I loved Sidney McCall, the woman who jumps at the opportunity when her boyfriend suggests a ménage with him and his best friend.

Chasing Sunset Snippet:

 “I think it’s time you both stripped. I only have two hands you know.”

Brody walked toward the bed. Sid’s gaze was riveted by the play of his hands as he did her bidding and started to slide down his trousers. “Drew, you should have told me what a saucy wench your girlfriend could be.”

Drew stepped forward too, opening his fly. “What, you wouldn’t have done this?”

“No.” Brody toed off his shoes, and dropped his pants and briefs. “I’d have insisted on doing it sooner.”

With a deft tug, Drew’s jeans went the way of Brody’s trousers. “Like I would have let you near my girl.”

“I’m pretty close to her now, butthead.”

“That’s different. This was my idea.”

“Boys, boys,” Sidney interjected. “This is no time to fight.” Especially not when her level of desire had shot up dramatically at the sight of them both gloriously naked. She fluttered her eyelashes. “Not over little ol’ me.”

Brody made that curt sound again and stepped forward to frame her face in his big, square hands. “Unbelievably wicked.” He captured her mouth in rough desire and reached down to grasp her breast. His touch was devoid of the gentleness he’d employed earlier. Sid gasped into his mouth, shock and delight intermingling.

By the time he pulled back she was breathless, less in control than she had felt a moment ago.

Sid moaned and dropped her head to the side as Drew settled himself beside her and trailed kisses along her neck. Her lips parted as Brody traced their shape with his finger. When he dipped the finger inside her mouth, Sid latched on and sucked it farther in, opening her eyes to see pure lust transform his expression. She could smell the musky aroma of his arousal.

Lowering her gaze, she saw the jut of his erection, huge and blushed crimson, only inches from her face. She released his finger and gave his length a meaningful glance. “Brody, let me.”

Does he let her? Well I think you can guess the answer to that 🙂

Sami

The Week of WIP Men – Eternal Brand

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I’m currently in deadline hell, trying to get my latest WIP finished by Sunday. I’m feeling very ‘the little train that could’ right now I think I can, I think I can…

This book has been both a labour of love and a… well, just a labour, really. It’s only the second MMF I’ve ever written, and you may be aware of how long and angsty the first one is. This one was supposed to be simpler, but simple books and me aren’t very well acquainted. This time I have an ex-commando  hero with some serious psychological scarring and a long lost love who’s about to turn up and blow his sanctuary all to hell. His name is Brandon Walker, and his long lost love is Jet Durante. Together they’re explosive (and more than enough to satisfy Brand’s new love, Emily Irving).

In my mind, this is how I see Brand

Brand 2 Yes, Channing Tatum in army fatigues and a lot of sweat. Hmm.

And this is how I see Jet–Ian Sommerhalder wearing not very much.

Ian-Jet RaunchyThese guys make putting up with the torture of writing worthwhile 🙂

Sami

Teaser Tuesday

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What? It’s not Tuesday?

Oh well. Here’s a teaser anyway 🙂

I’ve been working on a little something that I’m really thrilled about. It’s called Giving Off Sparks and it’s the follow up to Burning Up, which is my story in the Down and Dirty boxed set. I just typed the end on it at around 5:30pm Sunday so it’s as yet unedited. But I thought to celebrate the The End part I’d share the first few pages of what I’ve done with you. I’m really really in love with Rob 🙂

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Chapter One

Two things woke Rob McConnell at 3:46 in the morning. The sound of a woman screaming and the acrid smell of smoke.

He shot out of bed, his firefighter’s instincts on full alert. Yesterday, he’d spent the better part of a ten hour shift working with his crew and several others to dampen a factory fire before it spread to the surrounding industrial area. They managed to douse the flames without any loss of life, but they weren’t always so lucky. Screaming and smoke tended to make Rob spring right into action.

He was yanking on a pair of jeans in two seconds, bolting out of his bedroom in three. He stopped in the darkened hall, listening for the roar of flames. It took him a moment to realize there was no roar, and that the woman’s screams weren’t the ‘come and save me I’m burning to death’ kind. They were more of the ‘Oh, God, baby, yes! I’m coming… I’m coming… oooohhh!’ variety.

Rob groaned and rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hands. His housemates were at it again. Blair Bowman and Leo Chatfield—otherwise known at the fire station as Blue and Chats—were working their way through all the women in Ashton Heights, and a few surrounding suburbs, who were willing to take both of them on at the same time. Unfortunately, there were a lot to choose from.

Ordinarily Rob wouldn’t care what his two workmates did in the bedroom. He wasn’t a complete stranger to the delights of three-way action himself. But the walls in the old Queenslander the three of them shared were paper thin. The noise was effecting his sleep.

Pushing out a sigh, Rob walked into the kitchen to grab the milk from the fridge. Just as he was about to lift the carton to his lips he detected that scent of smoke again. The screams might have been nothing to worry about but that persistent smell was a concern. He followed it to the open kitchen window, which faced the kitchen window of the neighboring house. Through the glass he saw a telltale orange glow emanating from inside.

“Shit!”

Rob dropped the milk carton, spilling the contents all over the linoleum floor. Ignoring the mess, he yanked the fire extinguisher off its wall bracket and bolted toward the sliding glass door that lead to the back patio. He ran down the stairs three at a time, vaulted over the fence between the two properties and leapt up the back stairs of number nineteen. He banged on the glass of the house’s back door, trying to rouse the single mother and three kids who lived inside.

Through the glass Rob could see the fire had already consumed the toaster on the bench. As he watched and banged furiously on the door, the flames leapt from the toaster to a nearby tea towel and set it alight.

Where the hell were their smoke alarms? Fuck it, he thought. He couldn’t wait for Cheryl to wake up. He lifted the fire extinguisher and rammed the base of it into the door. A crack appeared in the glass immediately. With only one more blow the whole sheet exploded. Glass fell everywhere, leaving shards on the inside and outside of the house.

A woman screamed, the sound ear-splitting. Rob didn’t even look at her as he leapt over the broken glass and headed for the kitchen. He lifted the fire extinguisher and released the safety switch. Rob gave it a few good long bursts, spraying at the flames until he buried the small blaze in white foam.

When the noise of the extinguisher died down, silence fell. Outside, a dog barked. A few screen doors creaked as they opened. The commotion had obviously gotten the attention of the neighbors. Rob’s heart rate began to calm as the adrenaline eased out of his system.

It sped up again at the sound of one shrill question. “Why in the world did you do that?”

Rob’s head whipped around so he got his first real look at the woman who’d screamed earlier. A woman who was definitely not Cheryl, the forty something mother of three who lived at number nineteen. This woman was not forty, probably wouldn’t be for at least fifteen years. And if her hips had born any children they sure didn’t show a sign of it. She was trim and slender, with long hair that fell in straight dark strands all the way to her tiny waist. Which wasn’t far because she was short.

She was short, cute, and really ticked off. Which ticked Rob off. Fortunately, his annoyance distracted him from the feeling of being sucker punched he experienced the first instant he laid eyes on the woman behind him.

like it?

Sami

Party Of Three – How it all began

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Many years ago, before I was married or had kids or had even moved to Australia, I was single and living in South Africa. I had a very cool group of friends and tried to see them as often as possible. But real life tended to get in the way a lot. Work, commitments, family. To ensure we got to see one other often, we started getting together on Sunday nights. Last minute plans to meet somewhere for dinner. As the weeks turned into months, the plans became less last minute, and more of a standard weekly event we all looked forward to.

Every week we’d choose a really cool restaurant, make our booking and spend the night eating great food, drinking loads of alcohol and just enjoying being together. Those dinners soon became known as “The Sunday Night Supper Club.”

There were always a core group of friends who attended, and as time passed, others joined. Girlfriends, boyfriends, casual friends, out of towners. Some stayed and became part of the core group. Others didn’t. As relationships ended, some of the girlfriends and boyfriends left the club. Some stayed permanently – as couples got married. Then we went through a stage where a whole new group of people joined us. The next generation. Yep, some of us had kids, and we brought the newborns along in their baby seats. They’d sleep silently while we enjoyed our dinners. (Of course that only lasted a few months. when the babes got a little older, we’d leave them at home with sitters).

When we moved to Australia, one of the hardest things to leave behind was that Sunday Night Supper Club. It took years to accept that we no longer had a standing dinner date on a Sunday night.
I still miss those evenings out. And the friends we dined with.

A gift from the Club when we left for Sydney. It's hanging on our wall now. (And if you can read the plaque, you'll see it says, Sydney Supper Club 2003. Unfortunately, that subtle wish for the future never came to be.)

A gift from the Club when we left for Sydney. It’s hanging on our wall now. (And if you can read the plaque, you’ll see it says, Sydney Supper Club 2003. Unfortunately, that subtle wish for the future never came to be.)

I guess that’s the best thing about being an author. I can make the past come back to life. Which is what I’ve chosen to do with Party Of Three, my novella from the Down and Dirty boxed set.
It’s the first book in a brand new series, titled…The Sunday Night Dinner Club. And yep, you’ve got it. The series focuses on a group of friends who have a standing Sunday night arrangement to meet for dinner.
(In case you’re wondering why I substituted the word ‘supper’ for ‘dinner’… Well, Aussies don’t think of supper as dinner. For an Australian, supper is more like tea after dinner. And since this series in set in Sydney, I had to get the terminology right.)

So…read on for your first glimpse into the new series. (Oh, and if you’re wondering if the characters are based on real life friends from South Africa…well, my lips are sealed.) 😉
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Party Of Three: The blurb:

Two men, one woman and a whole menu of opportunities.

Sunday Night Dinner Club, Book 1

When Spencer Allen arranges an impromptu date with Chelsea Holden, the beautiful restaurant owner he’s lusted after for months, he discovers an unexpected obstacle in his quest for true love—his best mate.

Levi Barret’s always been reluctant to give his heart to one woman, until Chelsea catches his attention. Now he’s finding it difficult to think of anyone else.

Levi’s interest in Chelsea could spell the end of a lifelong friendship…or the beginning of a whole new relationship.

Warning: Be sure to keep a safe distance from the oven. When things heat up in this kitchen, sparks are going to fly.

Party Of Three: An excerpt:

He gasped hoarsely. “You’ve got me so fucking turned on, I could take you right here in the middle of Centennial Park and not regret it for a second.”
She didn’t bother answering. Not with words anyway.
She tunneled her hand into his hair, massaging his scalp and steering his head so his mouth was aligned with hers once more. Her eyes smoldered, her lids lowered to half-mast and breath puffed from her mouth. Then she took his lips with hers and proceeded to blow his world clean away with her kiss.
Last night, Levi had told Spencer he really liked Chelsea. This morning, those words made a mockery of his true feelings. He didn’t just like the woman. He was already halfway in love with her.
And God knew, Levi had not loved a woman in a long time.
He nudged her thighs apart, making space for himself between her legs. Then he bent his knees slightly and repositioned his hips, sighing in relief as his cock came to rest in the V of her thighs.
The urge to thrust against her almost did his head in, and repressing that urge about killed him, but outside, in the open like this, he had no choice. If he gave in to his impulses, he’d be arrested for public indecency.
It was Chelsea who broke the kiss this time round. “If we weren’t standing in the middle of Centennial Park,” she whispered in his ear, “I’d insist you fuck me. Hard and fast and right here against the paperbark tree.”
“Chels.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “You’re killing me.”
“You started it.”
With his eyes closed, her scent was even more alluring. Sweet and spicy and totally addictive. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the urge to grind against her—and was immediately rewarded by her muffled whimper and barely repressed shudder.
“Never would have needed to start this here if you’d agreed to marry me.”
“Can’t marry you, Levi.” She trailed her lips up to his ear and nibbled on his lobe—which instantly turned into an erogenous zone.
He tilted his head to the side to give her easier access. He moved his hands up her waist and rested his thumbs on her ribs. All he need do was brush them upwards and he’d caress the curves of those stunning breasts. “Give me a reason. One good reason and I’ll stop asking.”
A slow release of her breath tortured the side of his neck as she freed his ear and pulled back. Her shoulders seemed to sag against his chest.
Levi opened his eyes to find himself staring into hers. While he could still clearly see his desire reflected in those green pools, he saw something else too. Something he wasn’t altogether sure he liked.
She blinked several times but didn’t lower her gaze. “I don’t think you’re going to be happy with my reason.”
“If it keeps us apart, you’re probably right.”
“I want you to take me, Levi. I’ve wanted it a long time.” She licked her lips, and Levi found it almost impossible not to claim her tongue again. “For you to finally, finally fuck me.”
He muttered something unintelligible—mostly because intelligible speech failed him at that point.
“But…”
Shit, he hated that word. “But?”
“But you’re not the only one I’ve wanted for a long time.”
———–

Down and Dirty releases on the 27th of June at B&N and Amazon.
Meantime, you can pre-order it from:
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Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/449107
ARe – https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-downanddirty-1553399-166.html
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US iBooks – https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/down-and-dirty/id891299799?mt=11
Kobo – http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/down-and-dirty-14

Happy reading,

Jess

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