Hot & Sinful Nights Spotlight: Damaged By Jeanne St. James

Today, I’m going to give you all a sneak peek into one of the sinfully sexy books you’re going to get in the Hot & Sinful Nights boxed set! Available for preorder NOW!

Damaged

By Jeanne St. James

Genre: Erotic Romance with Suspense Elements

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Blurb

Two scarred souls: one physically, one mentally. Both on the mend, hiding from their

pasts…

Mace Walker can’t wait to get home.

Being buried deep undercover for the past two years, on the most complex case of his

career, has torn him down physically and mentally. Now the FBI agent has come home

to recover after having his leg badly injured from a gunshot wound. Arriving home late

one night, his relief is short-lived as he’s faced with a stranger pointing a gun to his

head, acting like he is the one who doesn’t belong there!

Colby Parks, a biochemist at the local university, had come to town a year earlier to

escape an abusive relationship. She vows never to put herself in that situation again.

Then the perfect opportunity comes along: house-sitting for Mace’s sister while making

the house she purchased habitable. But she couldn’t anticipate this big snag: the one

wearing the tight Levis and worn leather jacket, looking like he had just escaped prison.

Being forced to share a house creates sparks between them in more ways than one.

However, things take a turn when their pasts catch up to them, threatening to pull them

apart forever.

Excerpt

As Mace Walker slid the key into the lock, an immediate sense of relief washed over

him. He hadn’t been home in…Hell, forever. Even though he owned the house and

considered it his home, he felt like a stranger when he opened the front door. He

chucked his keys on the table by the door with a sigh. He’d been home for a whole thirty

seconds and restlessness already ate at him.

The house was quiet, and he wondered where his sister was. Probably sleeping,

dummy, since it was—he glanced at his watch—freaking one in the morning. Most

normal folk slept at this hour. But then, he wasn’t normal. He couldn’t be to do his job.

But, he couldn’t do his job right now, anyway. He’d been forced home to heal.

Against his wishes.

Fucking bullshit.

The foyer was dark, but he didn’t need to hit the light. He still knew the house well

enough. He made his way to the stairs where he dumped his duffle bags on the floor

and ran a hand through his too-long hair.

Those two small duffels held little evidence of his life for the past couple years—just

some toiletries and a few basic items of clothing.

He turned toward the kitchen, and the foyer lit up, blinding him for a second. He

blinked against the harsh light, and a young voice rang out from the top of the steps.

“Hold it right there! Put your arms up and back away from the stairs.”

What the fuck?

Mace had expected to see his sister bounding down the stairway of his two-story

colonial, excited after not seeing him for the past two years. Actually, more like one

year, eleven months, and fifteen days. Not that he’d counted.

But instead, he stared up into the deadly eye of a Glock. And from his viewpoint, it

looked like a model 27, a .40 caliber—a compact, but still a decent sized gun in a very

small, very uneasy hand. Instantly, the hairs on the back of his neck rose.

Damn.

He’d dealt with crime bosses and their flunkies—from drug to porno rings—and had

managed to survive. Now he was going to be killed by some measly punk he surprised

while burglarizing his house when he happened to come home? The cruel irony made

him want to laugh. Instead, he did as instructed. With caution, he raised his hands

above his head before stepping back toward the middle of the foyer. He avoided

standing directly under the light, trying to get a better view of the top of the steps. But he

didn’t have much success; the upstairs hallway and the upper section of the stairway

were hidden in shadows.

If he played his cards right, this little situation would be under his control in no time

at all. He just had to keep the kid calm and make the skinny punk believe he was the

one in command. The Glock didn’t have a conventional safety. All the kid had to do was

pull the trigger and pull it again and again until all the rounds in the clip emptied into

Mace’s body. And from what he could see in the limited light, the kid’s fingers twitched

from nervousness.

Not a good sign.

Where had a young punk gotten an expensive handgun like that? It certainly hadn’t

been in the house. And if it had been, it would have been locked up in the gun safe.

If only he could see the boy’s face. He needed to see the eyes. Without seeing

those, Mace couldn’t even begin to predict what the kid would do.

“Don’t you dare move, or I’ll blow your face off!” The kid’s voice raised an octave,

making him sound more and more like…a female.

Mace tensed when the person started down the steps. At first, he could see bare

toes, a slim calf, then another. His gaze flicked to the gun before returning to the

shapely naked thighs which couldn’t belong to a kid. No fucking way. Especially not a

boy. Those smooth legs definitely belonged to a woman, and he couldn’t wait to see the

rest of her.

So far, the view almost made it worth being held at gunpoint. Almost.

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About the Author

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a best-selling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male

(or two). She was only thirteen 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.

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The Roundup – Lasso Some Sexy Summer Reads!

Okay, so who’s ready to one-click some awesome weekend reads??? If you’re on the East Coast, you won’t be beach-bound this weekend, so it’s a great opportunity to curl up on the couch with a glass (or bottle – I don’t judge) of wine and flip electronic pages through the monsoon-like storms.

Lucky for you, I have a handful of fabulous sexy, angsty options to keep you thoroughly occupied.

Like Bossman by Vi Keeland – as of this week, a #1 New York Times Bestseller.

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Synopsis

The first time I met Chase Parker, I didn’t exactly make a good impression.

I was hiding in the bathroom hallway of a restaurant, leaving a message for my best friend to save me from my awful date.

He overheard and told me I was a bitch, then proceeded to offer me some dating advice.

So I told him to mind his own damn business―his own tall, gorgeous, full-of-himself damn business―and went back to my miserable date.

When he walked by my table, he smirked, and I watched his arrogant, sexy ass walk back to his date.

I couldn’t help but sneak hidden glances at the condescending jerk on the other side of the room. Of course, he caught me on more than one occasion, and winked.

When the gorgeous stranger and his equally hot date suddenly appeared at our table, I thought he was going to rat me out.

But instead, he pretended we knew each other and joined us―telling elaborate, embarrassing stories about our fake childhood.

My date suddenly went from boring to bizarrely exciting.

When it was over and we parted ways, I thought about him more than I would ever admit, even though I knew I’d never see him again.

I mean, what were the chances I’d run into him again in a city with eight million people?Then again…

What were the chances a month later he’d wind up being my new sexy boss?

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Or, maybe you’re looking for a rom-com like No Pants Required by Kim Karr.

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Synopsis

I, Makayla Alexander, am on a mission to reinvent myself. So when a super hot guy boards the plane and flashes his rock hard abs, I pay attention. When he sits next to me and offers me his nuts, I can’t resist. But when I choke on them and he tells me I need to work on my gag reflex, I realize I might be in over my head.

Before I know it we’re in the lavatory and attempting to join the Mile High Club. Let me just say this…anyone who tells you it’s easy to get it on at 37,000 feet isn’t telling you the truth. After the flight attendant busts us for getting frisky in the air, the only thing that can ease my total and complete mortification is the simple fact that I am never going to see him again.

Hours later, I can’t help but wonder if fate will ever allow me to become a new version of myself.

Because Fate, she’s a fickle bitch.

Case in point…my seatmate is my new next-door neighbor.

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But… if angst is what really puts the starch in your sail, consider one-clicking Roommates: A Standalone Stepbrother Romance.

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Synopsis

Ethan Fitzell has been avoiding his stepsister Jenny since their parents got married, but when she shows up at his apartment uninvited, he’s forced to face the fact that her absence has only made his heart grow fonder…

Jenny

I always liked him.

But when our parents got married, things got confused. As if being a teenager isn’t confusing enough.

All I knew was that the feelings I had for him weren’t okay.

I’ll never forget the anxiety I felt the night I ran into him at a party that had gotten out of control.

I saw him standing around with the popular kids as soon as I walked in the door.

And he saw me, too. He always saw me. It was talking to me that he avoided.

I watched his buddy spin an empty wine bottle on the butcher block while my friend Brandi rummaged in her oversized purse for the two bottles of hard lemonade her older sister gave us.

When the spinning bottle stopped, I realized everyone was staring at me.

“Looks like you’ve gotta kiss Jen,” some jock said to Ethan.

I felt the color drain from my face, taking the moisture in my mouth with it as a suffocating panic grew in my chest. I was going to be found out.

Ethan laughed it off. “Yeah, that’s not happening. She’s my sister.”

“Not really, though,” his buddy insisted.

The eruption of laughter and jeering sounds made the dim kitchen feel like a jungle full of predators, and I was sure my cheeks were going to burst into flames.

“Don’t be stupid,” Ethan said, tilting a can of beer over his mouth.

When his friend spun the bottle again, Ethan glanced back at me one more time and wiped the back of his hand across his lips.

I’ve been wondering what it would be like to kiss him ever since.

****

What did I tell you? Steam, drama, giggles…you get it all. Is that finger itching to one-click yet? =)

How Deviant Is Too Deviant???

I am most insightful while running. I don’t know why, but my mind goes into overdrive. I’m pounding the pavement, singing along with Metallica and BOOM! Enlightenment.

Maybe it’s because I can be alone with my thoughts. They don’t have to yell and scream to be heard because the competition is still at home, snug in their beds. Of course, said competition is usually the reason why my ideas never make it to paper. But today I refused to get sidetracked.

Do you know what it’s like, saying you want to be a romance author today? It’s kind of like saying you want to create a really awesome website, where people can connect with friends, make new ones, exchange messages, form common interest groups and share information, pictures and videos for feedback.

Um, dude, sounds great except…IT’S ALREADY BEEN DONE!!!!

You can’t approach this endeavor with the mindset that, hey, it worked for all those other big authors, why not for me? It’s a different world and if you’re not bringing something new and exciting to the table, nobody will join you for the meal.

As an author, I spend a lot of time on social media, which is how I find out about new releases. I read blurbs and I know within the first two sentences if something is going to piqué my interest. I occasionally buy a book solely because of it’s cover, but it’s rare. The last book I bought by cover alone (and LOVED) was Taint by S.L. Jennings. But it was Mike Thurston, could you blame me??

Before I was an author, I would go to Amazon and just click around until I saw something interesting. It always came down to the blurb. If it grabbed me, I one-clicked. Period. As an aside, somehow I’d always finish a book while running on the treadmill so my goal was always to find something good quickly so I could keep reading. Running at 7 miles an hour and clicking around a Kindle isn’t ideal, just saying. I didn’t care about price, I wanted to be entertained with anything that would keep me focused on something other than the running. Brand-loyalty had no impact for my buying preferences.

Woman doing make-up, beautiful young woman doing make-up and smiling while looking at the mirrorNow, on the other hand, I’m a total lipstick whore. It’s my very favorite makeup item and I sample pretty much every type of product – matte, sheer, lip stain, gloss, lacquer. Two things matter – how the color looks and how long it will last. I buy it all, with no regard for price. I don’t necessarily have brand-loyalty in this case either since my preferred brands can’t always help me accomplish my goal. It’s all about how the product makes me feel. If there is a chance it will take me look like a million bucks, I’ll give it a shot. What do I have to lose? I can always return it if it doesn’t have the desired effect.

I’ve spent way more on products that I’ve used once and stuck in a drawer, but that doesn’t require hours of my time. I can try it and if I love it, great. It lands in my makeup bag. If not, it goes back to the store. But books? They can be free and I’ll still hedge, because they require a greater time commitment. I rarely read beyond the treadmill because I don’t frequently find books that hook me. If I’m going to one-click, it had better be something special.

Murderous woman with very scary eyes licking the blood of her knifeSome authors have embraced the concept of innovation in their writing because they know being different,
gritty and edgy is a good way to set their names apart in the market. Menage and BDSM were all the rage not so long ago but now those books get lost in the shuffle of deviant sex tales. Fifty Shades opened up a whole new genre for readers but now there’s a glut and one has to wonder, what’s next? Let’s venture into the land of sex with prehistoric creatures and toasters and you’ve got a brand-new taboo subgenere for readers to sink their teeth into. Teeth…oh jeez, is cannibalism next??? Hot sex followed by dinner a la Hannibal Lecter, coupled with a nice Chanti and some fava beans? That would give a whole new meaning to characters tasting one another…wink, wink.

 

So what does all this mean if you’re an author trying to hit it big with your books, the ones you’ve poured your heart and soul into for months and months? What if you aren’t passionate about writing appliance erotica??? Are you destined for failure?

Here’s the truth. I don’t know. There are marketing tactics that have worked wonders for my sales and there are ones that have completely tanked. Unfortunately, no one tactic will launch a new author to NYT bestseller status unless you’re a Kardashian. There IS a magic formula but nobody knows exactly what elements are included and what worked even a year ago probably won’t have the same impact now because of the thousands of competing books published every week. So it’s mainly trial and error, and you have to be okay with that.

If you really are passionate about your writing, keep it up. You have to be able to look back and say, “I did it for me.” You may never win an award or hit a bestseller list but that doesn’t mean you’ve failed. When you give up on something you love because you’re frustrated with the outcome… that’s when you’ve failed.

So just keep calm and write. =)

Please Don’t Ask Me About The Shower Scene…

My house is crazy-noisy.  Like, ALL THE TIME.

My husband and Lulu constantly break out into song…about anything that comes to their minds and at any given time.  Sometimes, they take turns with piano accompaniment.  Angry Bird telepods are forever sailing through the air.  Super Mario 3D World…UGH…the music alone makes my ears bleed after a while.

So just imagine how challenged I am to craft erotic scenes with this non-stop activity.  Three little kids, climbing on top of me, whining, crying, yelling, tattling…SIGH.  Getting through those scenes is always a major accomplishment, trust me on that.

Quick segue..I don’t know if you have ever heard of Fiverr, but it is the most awesome site EVER!!!  You need something, get it there…for $5!  I just got a kick-ass logo from Sami.  She turned my extremely non-committal requirements into the fabulous logo you see splashed across the top of my site.  Love?!?!

Anyway, I showed the last image to my dad this morning and it prompted some chatter about my book.  It was very basic at first, like the type of romance, the premise of the story and the point of view of the characters, blah, blah, blah.  But then he asked the dreaded question I knew I’d have to answer at some point but didn’t care to really answer EVER.

The hand rises to cover one half of his mouth, just in case the kids are in range.  “Does your book have…um…sex scenes in it?”

Eeek.

“Yes, Daddy, it does.” <CRINGE>

A nod.  Then, “Are they…graphic?”

Ack.

“Yes, Daddy.  They are explicit.”  <ARGH!>  (Please don’t ask me where my inspiration came from though, because THAT would make me uncomfortable.)

He took it in stride, though.  (No Daddy, I don’t really write porn.  Just a few little spicy takes, that’s all.  Almost perfectly innocent.  Except for that shower scene…)

My dad is difficult to read (no pun intended).  He almost never lets you know what he’s thinking.  Great freaking poker face if I ever saw one.  He doesn’t need sunglasses at all.  But even though he’s all calm on the surface, in his head, he’s totally freaked out that his little girl is writing about raucous bedroom romps that our friends and family might read at some point.  I know he’s also thinking about how my mom is going to take that when she finds out.  That’s  conversation for another day, though, preferably after I’ve had several Manhattans.

Sorry guys, little girl’s all grown up now.  =)

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