Yippy Skippy!! JADED releases today!
See cover in right side bar (I can’t figure out how to put a j.peg in the blog)
I. LOVE. THIS. BOOK!!!
For those of you who have read the previous two hot cop books this is Jase’s story, and boy, oh, boy does he deliver. I fell in love with him when I wrote this story, and the lady that brings him to his knees, Jade Devereaux, is my favorite contemporary heroine to date. She is an incredible woman. These two tortured souls managed to find each other in the ugliness of life and at their darkest hour make that final crucial connection. I’m very proud of these two. They are brave and passionate and I am so happy they found each other. But it was not easy. Not when the universe and skeletons it the closet conspire to keep happiness at bay.
Here’s a teeny tiny excerpt:
Jase turned back to the soft click of the other door handle.
The creature that emerged struck him dumb. Literally. He could not have formed a coherent word and spoken at that instant even if the fate of the free world hung in the balance. His body instantaneously warmed and his stomach did a slow, hard roll, then another. Her sultry musky scent infiltrated his senses and attacked him like a lethal virus. His mouth went dry.
Big jade-colored eyes that slanted upward at the corners reminded him of a feral cat. A sleek, black feral cat. Boldly, she stared unwaveringly at him. Her cool indifference was unsettling. Straight hair so black it almost looked blue hung like a veil around her heart-shaped face. The delicate nostrils of her short aquiline nose flared, and her ruby red lips parted just enough to reveal brilliant white teeth.
Jase couldn’t help it. His eyes traveled from her ethereal face down that long slender neck to breasts so full and creamy they reminded him of caramel apples. He bet they were fake. They had to be. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples stiffened as he stared, and he knew for tits that perfect to sit up that firm and that high they had to have had some help.
She extended a slender hand, the nails perfectly manicured and real, not those fake red claw jobs the hookers favored.
“Sergeant Vaughn? Jade Devereaux, proprietress of Callahan’s. How may I help you?”
You can help me by relieving this boner.
Okay, so whoever wants a $15 BN gift card and a JADED bookmark (and they are stellar) just comment today or tomorrow, even if it’s just to say hey, and I’ll draw a name Friday.
And PS I’ll do a It’s Just Business post on Thursday. I want to bas I the glow of JADED for a couple of days.
PPSS! I’ll be hanging out with the ladies over at Riding With The Top Down tomorrow!