I’ve been neglecting the loops in the past few months. The good news is that I spent my time writing 
To get back in the swing of things, I’m having a spontaneous contest. Use the form on the contact me page of my website to submit the name of a place I’ve traveled to in my life. If you don’t know, guess, but please limit it to one try!
Hint: I’ve never written about a location I haven’t visited personally.
I’ll draw a winner at the end of the weekend. They can select any ebook off my backlist. For a bonus entry, be sure to let me know where you saw this announcement.
Good luck!
Jayne
www.jaynerylon.com
The Romance Studio posted a fabulous review this week of Driven, a standalone book in the Cougar Challenge series. They gave it five hearts and reviewer, Shannon said, “Decadently sensual thrills, high energy, snappy dialogue and truly memorable characters make this a book that is impossible to put down. Once again, the very talented Ms. Rylon gives readers another treat, sure to satisfy as she takes them on an adventure, painting a vivid picture of each scene making them feel like a voyeur page after page. The authors off beat sense of humor works wonderfully, entangling readers in a tale that’s delightfully sexy. At the center of this sinfully sensual and fast paced story is an irresistible hero and sassy and bold lady creating rampant romance, tender emotions and raging passion. Sebastian is a sexy, funny, bad and dangerously thrilling young man who readers can’t help but fall in love with. Using Sebastian’s family, as well as the cougar blog ladies as secondary characters, adds to the charm of the romance and with the deliciously hot Mark adding to Sebastian and Lynn’s relationship is a particular treat. The rally car race provides a realistic and the perfect push that Lynn needs to admit her growing feelings for Sebastian. The well-written, smoking hot sex scenes are some of the most sensual and naughty play full of erotic fire and fun that will not disappoint the reader.
This wonderful book deserves to be on keeper shelves everywhere!”
You can check out the entire review here.
Summer is heating up and so is International Heat. Each week for the next ten weeks we’ll be featuring one of our authors. During their week you’ll learn more about them on each of the members blogs and they’ll host fun stuff on the International Heat blog as well. So be sure to check back often as I’m sure there will be some hot prizes, yummy pictures and sweltering excerpts… and at least one juicy secret will be revealed.
Kicking things off is Rhian Cahill. Appropriate since she’s been on fire lately! She’s just recently had her first release at Ellora’s Cave. Ohhh ahhh isn’t it pretty? Coyote Home is the first book in the Coyote Hunger series so there’s plenty more where this came from.
If you’re still not convinced, here’s a blurb and excerpt from the story. I guarantee you’ll love it as much as I do.
Blurb:
Coming home was never going to be easy for Rowan Wilder, but after six years she didn’t think it would be this hard. First she can’t control her inner coyote, then she has to deal with her mate and the madman out to get them both. Determined to take her rightful place in the pack, Rowan must face each hurdle and succeed. To fail could mean losing her life.
Quinn MacClellan is more than ready for the return of his mate and he’ll do anything to keep her safe and by his side. He couldn’t protect her years ago, but things are different now and he won’t let anything or anyone separate them again. Together they’ll confront all obstacles and ensure the future they both deserve.
An Excerpt From: COYOTE HOME
Copyright © RHIAN CAHILL, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter One
Timber crashed against timber. Windows rattled in their frames and the hardwood floor vibrated beneath her bare feet.
Time to face the music.
Rowan turned toward the door. She knew what she would see but knowing and seeing were two different things. Silhouetted by the sun, the six-foot-four wall of solid muscle standing in the doorway was menacing in appearance and attitude. She should be terrified but she’d never been afraid of Quinn. She knew to the depth of her soul that he’d never hurt her no matter what she’d done.
“Hello, Quinn.”
“Get your things, you’re coming home.”
Rowan rolled her eyes. He hadn’t changed. Six years hadn’t tempered his demanding personality. Then again it had done little to curb her rebellious nature and need to provoke him. In fact, it had increased her need to make her own decisions. Her independence had come at a cost. Being separated from her family, her home—her mate. It had almost cost her sanity.
“No.” She wasn’t going to allow Quinn or her brother to tell her what to do anymore. She’d finally come home to face her destiny and her mate but she was here on her terms, best to get everyone used to the new Rowan from the start.
“No?” Quinn’s brow creased and the confusion swirling in his caramel brown eyes almost made her back down. Almost.
She sucked in a deep breath, stiffened her spine and straightened her shoulders.
“I’m not coming to Whispering Creek yet. I need time.”
“Time? For what? And why the hell didn’t you tell me you were on an earlier flight?” Anger and hurt simmered in his voice.
“I need to adjust to being home, Quinn.”
“You’re not home. Your home is Whispering Creek—by my side.”
“I am home. Whispering Mountains is home.”
“You’re not staying here. Get your things or I will.”
“No.”
“Rowan,” he growled.
“Quinn, please try to understand. I’ve been gone six years—”
“Exactly. You’ve spent too long away from me already. Get your stuff.”
“No. I’m not leaving the cabin until I’m ready.”
He took a step toward her, a growl rumbling deep in his bare chest and his eyes flared amber with the anger her disobedience raised. She put up a hand and stood her ground.
“Don’t you dare come any closer.” To her surprise, he stopped. She swallowed over the lump in her throat. “Please, Quinn. You have to understand. I’ve ignored my coyote for six years. I can’t even remember what she looks like. I need to reconnect, need to be comfortable in both my skins. I can’t do that if I have to deal with the pack.”
Commotion behind Quinn drew both their gazes. Brogan stood at the door stomping snow and mud from his boots. He stepped into the room and threw a bag at Quinn.
“Get dressed,” Brogan barked at Quinn but his eyes were on Rowan. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.
Great. Two alphas to deal with. On their own she knew she could handle them but together, batting for the same cause…
Rowan closed her eyes, tried to focus on what she knew she wanted. What she needed. Dragging in more oxygen, she steeled her determination to get them to see it from her side. The swish of cloth and the metallic hiss of a zipper closing snapped her eyes open.
She breathed easier. Now that Quinn had some clothes on she wouldn’t have to deal with the distraction of his naked body. And what a gorgeous body it was, all sculpted muscle and smooth male skin. Memories of exploring his hard male flesh with her hands sent a shiver down her spine. She curled her fingers, clenched them tight to stop her hands from reaching out to touch.
How she hadn’t jumped him the second he slammed through the door stark naked was beyond her. There was not one day, one night over the last six years where her body hadn’t craved his and all the pleasure tangling with him gave her. She licked her dry lips before speaking to her brother.
“Hello to you too, Brogan.”
He looked sheepish for all of two seconds before his face drew into an angry scowl. Rowan sighed. She really didn’t want their first meeting to be clouded with anger. But then what she wanted and what she got were rarely the same.
“When did you get in? And why didn’t you tell us you were coming early?”
The coffee machine dinged, signaling it was ready. A shot of caffeine was just what this occasion needed. At least she needed it. She turned, reached into the cupboard for two more cups and poured each of them full to the brim. None of them took milk and she’d given up sugar a few years ago.
Quinn moved up beside her, close but not touching. Heat radiated off him and his scent flowed around her, through her. Breathing deeply she pulled him in, filled her lungs with the smell she’d gone so long without.
“Here.” He held the sugar bowl out to her.
Raising her gaze to his, she said, “I don’t take sugar anymore.”
Shock bloomed in his eyes, then confusion.
“It’s just one of many things that have changed, Quinn.” She tried not to squirm when he leaned in close, sniffed at her neck, her breasts. She knew he was scenting for another male. He wouldn’t find one. “That hasn’t.”
A low rumble was Rowan’s only warning. He turned quickly, slanting his mouth over hers. Crushing pressure and his probing tongue had her opening to him. Need slammed into her. Quinn wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the floor and against his body. His hard length trapped between them. Her hands gripped his shoulder, slid into the hair at his nape and over his scalp. She tugged his head closer. Their teeth bumped and scraped and the kiss turned volcanic.
Heat blazed through her blood, pumping into her breasts and pussy, throbbing to a tribal beat only Quinn could drum up. She bent her legs, curled them around his hips and ground her pounding clit on his cock. A snarl vibrated in her chest, her coyote snapped at her control and threatened to break free. Twisting her head, she ripped her mouth from his. It was too much. She felt her grip weaken, knew the beast would spring forward at any second.
“Stop,” she panted.
He didn’t hear her. His mouth traveled along her jaw and down her neck. Rowan’s muscles stretched, her teeth lengthened and her claws popped out and dug into Quinn’s scalp.
“Quinn!” Brogan’s shout penetrated the hammering in her ears.
Her legs dropped to the floor as Quinn pushed her away to look at her. It was too little too late.
“Fuck!” The word exploded from his mouth.
The animal she’d denied for so long broke free and she shifted before he let her go.
Quinn stared at Rowan.
What the hell just happened?
One minute she was in his arms the next she was shifting. He let go, allowed her to slide to the floor as she changed to coyote. If he wasn’t so freaked out he’d laugh at the sight of her in T-shirt and shorts. Brogan made it across the room as Quinn dropped to his knees beside her.
“What the hell happened?” Brogan’s words echoed his own thoughts.
“I don’t know.”
Quinn stroked the fur along her neck. Rowan’s eyes drifted closed and she lowered to her belly on a sigh. Her movements were lethargic—listless, as she settled into a comfortable position. A shudder rippled down her canine body and her breathing evened out, slowed, deepened. He knew she’d taken a run earlier, that’s how he knew she was here. Brogan had asked him to check on the group of naturals living up on Whispering Ridge—make sure they had a food source. He’d been heading back when he smelled her. Rowan’s scent was imprinted on his soul, he’d know it anywhere.
He had run the rest of the way back to the house as fast as his human legs would take him, only to discover she wasn’t there. His nose never failed him, he had known she was close. He’d yelled for Brogan to follow, stripped out of his clothes and taken to the forest in coyote form. Excitement and fear in equal measures had swamped him. What was she doing up the mountain? Why hadn’t she told him she was arriving today?
Rowan’s warmth and scent soaked into him. His fingers tangled in her coat, trailed down her neck and over her side. She whined softly, snuffled and settled back down when he petted her head and murmured soothing words. It didn’t matter how she’d gotten here or why she’d come without telling him or Brogan. What mattered was the years of waiting were over.
Rowan was finally home.
“Is she asleep?” Brogan’s whispered words were laced with concern.
“Yeah, I think so.” Quinn scooped her up in his arms, bundled her against his chest as best he could. Brogan steadied him as he got to his feet. “I’ll put her on the sofa, closer to the fire.”
“Is she sick?”
“I don’t think so. Her temperature feels normal and she talked and looked fine before…” He didn’t want to think about the scorching kiss they’d shared before she’d changed in his arms.
He placed her on the sofa and settled on the floor in front of her, continued to stroke her coat, more to soothe himself than Rowan. Brogan brought the cups of coffee she’d poured them. He passed Quinn his before he sat in the chair opposite. They remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Neither voiced their concern about Rowan’s sudden appearance. Quinn had no idea how long they sat there while she slept, all he knew was he’d finished the coffee long before her eyes opened.
A sigh of relief huffed from his chest and he smiled.
“Shift back, Rowan,” he murmured.
She took a long time to change back and Quinn wondered if Brogan’s concern about illness had merit. She looked tired. The dark circles under her eyes were a deep purple and sunken into the tender flesh of her face. He ran his fingertips over her cheek, along her jaw, around her neck and into her hair. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips over hers. Quinn pulled back an inch and kept his eyes focused on hers.
“Hey. How do you feel?”
“I’m okay, just need to rest.”
“What happened, Rowan?”
“I’ve ignored my coyote too long. I can’t control the shift anymore.” She swallowed hard, licked her lips. “And changing drains my strength.”
“What do you mean you can’t control it?” Quinn asked.
“It just happens. Like just now, my coyote took over and I couldn’t hold her back. I couldn’t earlier either.”
“Here, drink some water.” Brogan offered her a glass. “When did this start?”
Quinn helped Rowan sit up and she leaned back into the sofa, squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep trembling breath. Her eyelids lifted and the tears pooling in the brown orbs tore at Quinn’s heart like claws. “Today’s the first day I’ve shifted in six years.”
You can listen to the archived episode of Publishing Insider’s Blog Talk Radio program with guests Jaid Black, CJ Hollenbach and Jayne Rylon here: http://bit.ly/aMifoZ
You can hear Ellora’s Cave founder Jaid Black, cover model CJ Hollenbach and author Jayne Rylon Tuesday, 7pm EDT (11pm UTC) June 2 on Blog Talk Radio’s Publishing Insiders show, hosted by Author Marketing Experts. The show is titled “It’s Getting Hot in Here — Erotica Equals Hot Books and Even Hotter Sales.”
Here’s what Author Marketing Experts Inc. is saying about the show: “Steamy novels and cover boy hunks have given publishing a much-needed shot in the arm. Learn how the Erotic Romance genre is just exploding. Learn about the skyrocketing sales and the methods erotica authors and publishers use to find their audience. And — wonder how those handsome hunks end up on the cover? We’ll find out how they get there and what it’s like to be on the cover of one of the hottest selling books around!”
To listen to the show, go to http://www.blogtalkradio.com/thepublishinginsiders or call 347-838-9387. They’ll also be live tweeting the show via @bookgal and @paulaatame
You can hear Ellora’s Cave founder Jaid Black, cover model CJ Hollenbach and author Jayne Rylon Tuesday, 7pm EDT (11pm UTC) June 2 on Blog Talk Radio’s Publishing Insiders show, hosted by Author Marketing Experts. The show is titled “It’s Getting Hot in Here — Erotica Equals Hot Books and Even Hotter Sales.”
Here’s what Author Marketing Experts Inc. is saying about the show: “Steamy novels and cover boy hunks have given publishing a much-needed shot in the arm. Learn how the Erotic Romance genre is just exploding. Learn about the skyrocketing sales and the methods erotica authors and publishers use to find their audience. And — wonder how those handsome hunks end up on the cover? We’ll find out how they get there and what it’s like to be on the cover of one of the hottest selling books around!”
To listen to the show, go to http://www.blogtalkradio.com/thepublishinginsiders or call 347-838-9387. They’ll also be live tweeting the show via @bookgal and @paulaatame
My Cougar Challenge menage released from Ellora’s Cave today! Here’s some info and a snippet from the book:
ISBN: 9781419927720
Blurb: Book eight in the Cougar Challenge series. These books do not have to be read in order to be enjoyed.
Lynn Madison transformed from repressed corporate drone to bold seductress overnight when her online friends at Tempt the Cougar encouraged her to take charge of her destiny. Their advice haunts her as she drools over the hottest Italian Stallion on the planet while stranded in an airport.
Sebastian Fiori is a master of speed. A rally car driver, he’s used to winning on and off the track. He sees no need to brake around the sophisticate who revs his engine. After spotting Lynn’s decadent ménage novel, he prepares to take her for the ride of a lifetime—with his navigator, Mark.
Storm delays threatening Lynn’s brand new life would be far more upsetting if her young stud wasn’t offering a first-class ticket to indulge her fantasy on the way to fulfilling her dream. Neither of them expects their rendezvous to last beyond their transatlantic flight on his private jet. But sometimes there’s no escaping the forces of nature.
Excerpt:
“Excuse me. I realize you’re swamped right now but I have a flight to Europe to catch in less than five hours. Can you give me any estimate at all of how long it might be before we’re en route?”
“Sorry, ma’am.” The freckle-faced kid made her feel ancient. “I’m not supposed to say.”
No use in hassling the guy. She’d worked her share of shit jobs in her college years. “I understand. Thanks, anyway.”
Just as she turned, the kid whispered, “But…if I were you, I’d go for a rental car. With this mess, you’ll be lucky to snag one. If you can though, the drive’s only four hours or so. If traffic’s not bad, you’ll make your flight. That’s more than I can promise if you hang around here.”
Lynn nodded. “That’s what I thought.”
“Let me call for you. I have the number on speed dial.” He tapped the monstrous phone on his desk then waited a beat before asking, “Hey, Russell, can I make a reservation for a passenger? I’m going to send her right over to you.”
She held her breath as the kid listened. Then sighed when he cursed under his breath.
“Nothing at all? Not even to carpool up to JFK?” Another pause. “Yeah, trust me, you should see things in here. It’s a zoo today. I don’t get paid enough for this. Not your fault, man. Thanks.”
He didn’t meet her gaze as he replaced the handset in the cradle as though he expected her to rant and rave.
“It’s okay. I appreciate you trying.” Lynn couldn’t prevent her disappointment from shading her tone.
“Want me to see what’s available for standby, maybe we can reroute you?”
“There’s not enough time…”
Lynn jumped when someone cupped her elbow. Without looking, she recognized Sebastian’s scent and the gentle yet firm way he ensnared her. She leaned into his hold as her knees turned to jelly.
“That won’t be necessary. I’ve made other arrangements for us.”
“You did what?” Her hackles rose. She hadn’t fought to break every single confining influence in her life only to let some stranger start making her decisions.
He ignored her outrage. “Could you please have our luggage forwarded to our final destination?”
Sebastian passed a torn corner of paper with an address scribbled on it over her head. She concentrated on closing her gaping mouth and relaxing her contorted face in case it stuck like that. As if she needed more wrinkles!
“Yes of course, Mr. Fiori.”
She whipped around to face the attendant. Obviously rally car racing meant more than she’d realized. Her young coconspirator stared at Sebastian as she imagined he would Superman or maybe one of the Yankees.
“How do you know where I’m headed?” The squeak came out an octave above her usual tone.
“Your friends told me you’re starting your trip in Paris. I’m on my way to France for a rally. By the way, Rachel says to have a good time.” He had the balls to wink at her.
She sputtered, trying to find the anger she knew should raise her blood pressure over his violation of her privacy. Still, none seemed to materialize. Had he opened the door to her fantasies? Could it be so horrible to accept his offer if it was what she would have chosen anyway?
At least she didn’t have to face humiliation. When he’d discovered the blog, he could have left—could have walked away without looking over his shoulder. But he hadn’t. He’d come to claim her.
“I’d love to get to know you better.” His knuckles skimmed her cheekbone, sending a rush of anticipation through her. “Besides, it’s the only way you’re going to make it on time. I promise not to bite. Unless you ask nice.”
Before self-doubt sabotaged her instincts, she nuzzled his fingers then turned her face to nip one. “Let’s go then. Don’t want to miss our flight.”
She’d forgotten about their audience until the young man cleared his throat. “C-could I get your autograph?”
“Sure. What’s your name?” Sebastian worked a silver Sharpie and a glossy collector card from his back pocket.
“Jim.”
Holy crap. He’d come prepared. She gawked at the image of him posing in a full-body racing suit. It shouldn’t be possible for one man to look that sexy.
Sebastian jotted a quick note then signed the thick stock. “Nice to meet you, Jim. Thanks for taking care of the luggage.”
“No problem. This rocks!” The two guys bumped fists, a trend she would never understand. Still, she didn’t linger on the generational difference between her and Sebastian. How could she when he made it effortless to stay near him?
They waved as they left the counter. She attempted to unburden Sebastian by reclaiming her carry-on but he refused to let her shoulder it, instead, stacking it on top of his own duffle. When she drifted near the rental car kiosks, he draped an arm around her waist then steered her toward the terminal exit instead.
“You got a car already?”
“I didn’t have any luck with the rentals either.” He frowned. “We’re going to have to let someone else drive.”
“What do you mean?” Her eyes narrowed a moment before they made their way outside. “Sebastian! You can’t hire a limo for a four-hour drive. It’s going to cost a fortune!”
“You want to make our flight, gorgeous?”
She sighed. “Let me pay for half.”
“No need.” When she would have objected, he silenced her by pressing his lips to hers, catching her off guard. Any possible argument evaporated from her brain as she soaked in the heat of his embrace. Her palms landed on his sculpted chest. His long fingers supported her neck while his lips sampled each of hers then traced the seam between them. She gasped at the sensation, parting for his gentle exploration. Instead of pressing his advantage though, he retreated.
Dazed, she didn’t understand him at first when he murmured, “This one’s on Driven Wild. They need me there for the time trials. Ride up to New York with me. I want to get to know you better.”
She wondered exactly what he had in mind when his palms skimmed over her shoulder then along the length of her back until he stopped a fraction of an inch short of her ass. The old Lynn would have waited to see what developed. The new Lynn didn’t have that kind of patience.
No more wasted time, remember? “Does getting to know each other involve talking or making out?”
She bit her lip as she hoped he understood she couldn’t quite go for broke yet. What she really wanted to ask was, “Are we going to get it on in the limo?”
What would she do if he expected them to mess around? Would she run toward the waiting car or away from it? She couldn’t say for certain, but she knew which option her soaked pussy voted for.
“I’m yours for the ride, gorgeous. Whatever you like, I’m here to please. No pressure either way. No judgment and no hard feelings.”
The chauffer rounded the car then held the gleaming door open as they hashed out the details of their arrangement. Sebastian inched forward, nudging her toward the waiting vehicle. She’d never faced temptation so strong before. Not one reason to refuse him came to mind.
Lynn surrendered. Her forehead rested on his chest as she agreed, “Let’s go.”
“You won’t regret it.”
Lynn smiled across the intimate space at Sebastian as he described growing up in one of the most beautiful places on earth. Eyes closed, he tipped his head into the rest. His legs splayed on the supple leather bench seat. An empty flute held the remnants of the champagne they’d split. Though it hadn’t yet been an hour since they’d left Harrisburg, the steady clip of miles rolling by felt like sand pouring through an hourglass.
Their legs pressed together from knees to feet. They’d both kicked off their shoes once they’d settled into the plush limo. His socked toes rubbed against hers then up to her ankle idly as they talked, hopping from subject to subject.
Considering their age differences, they had an amazing amount in common.
“What’s your favorite food?”
She blinked while her mind caught up to what he’d asked. “I love spaghetti.”
“Me too,” he grinned. “It’s sort of required by my birthright.”
“White wine or red?” she countered.
“Red all the way.”
“I agree.” She smiled.
A horn blast jolted her from their exchange. Sebastian cursed then peered out the window as streams of traffic passed them on the left. The knuckles of his hand turned white where they rested on his knee.
“It really does bother you not to drive, doesn’t it?” Lynn covered his fingers with her own, loosening their grip. God, his hands were huge compared to hers. So strong.
“Stupid, right?” He shook his head in chagrin.
“No, not when you’re so highly trained. I can understand how it would make you anxious.” She massaged his ultra-tense thigh muscle until he relaxed a smidge.
“If I were up there, I could get us to New York in two hours flat.”
“But then we’d have less time for…this.”
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees until she couldn’t evade his piercing gaze. “Distract me?”
“How?” Lynn gulped.
“Come sit here while we talk.” He patted the seat beside his hip.
Tired of tiptoeing around the chemistry threatening to blow them both to smithereens, she did one better. She crawled onto his lap. He smiled as he reached for her. The bulk of his shoulders filled her arms when she wrapped them around him before letting him tug her the rest of the way over him. Soft fabric teased her thighs as her skirt rode higher. She settled, kneeling with one leg on either side of his trim hips.
Sebastian shifted forward to give her room to explore the broad expanse of his back with her greedy hands. His abdomen fit tight against her. The pressure of his hard-on imprinting on her belly had her sucking in a breath. The expansion of her chest melded her hard nipples to his solid pecs. She squirmed beneath the weight of her arousal, hoping to get it under control.
No such luck. She moaned aloud.
“You’re so responsive. That’s such a turn-on.” He stroked her hair, making her glad she’d taken the extra time to blow-dry and curl it with her fat, round brush before packing the last of her toiletries this morning. Somehow it had felt like a special occasion. “And so gorgeous.”
“And almost twice your age. Do you go for older women often?”
“Never before you. You’re everything I was looking for but didn’t know I wanted. It’s not a pick-up line or something. You’re so damn refined compared to the women I’ve dated. But not stuck-up or snobby. More like…graceful, elegant, mature and reserved.”
His genuine awe erased her self-consciousness.
No answer came to mind when his full lips mesmerized her. She swore the flavor of him from the airport lingered, mingling with the champagne they’d drunk. Delicious. She craved another taste.
The greenish-blue of his eyes reminded her of the Mediterranean waters he’d described with heartfelt sentiment, rivaling the greatest poetry she’d ever read. With the addition of the heat in them, she half expected them to steam up.
Unable to resist a moment longer, she buried her fingers in the unruly locks of his thick brown hair then captured his mouth. This kiss held no hint of the gentle coercion they’d shared earlier. No, this time she pillaged, taking what she wanted while he gave as good in return.
Euphoria washed over her, urging her to ride the wave. For the first time in her life, she understood what the word “lust” really meant. When she ground her pelvis into his, he met the motion with a thrust of his own, stroking her aching core with his denim-encased hard-on.
That’s when she heard the whhhhp of something ripping.
“Oh my God. Did I hurt you?” She would have scrambled off him but he still had one arm wrapped around her.
Instead of shrieking in pain, he laughed. And laughed. And laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
When he collapsed against the seat, leaving a wedge of space between their torsos, she saw it too. Lynn slid to the floor between his knees to get a better look at the split seam in the crotch of his jeans.
“Fucking sponsors. These damn things were about to castrate me.”
Afraid her eyes might bulge out of her skull, she couldn’t help herself. She traced the frayed edge of the hole—where his olive flesh peeked from beneath the confining packaging—with the tip of her index finger.
“You’re not wearing underwear either,” she whispered.
“Never do,” he growled behind clenched teeth. “I’m getting rid of these before the button gives way and puts your eye out. Safety first, gorgeous.”
“Let me.” She brushed his hands away from her target. When their fingers skimmed his erection, he hissed.
“Hurry.”
Lynn shoved his gray t-shirt up his six-pack abs to expose the waistband of his jeans. She wrestled the button at the top of his fly. It gave way, tearing the zipper open as well.
“Ahhh.” Sebastian groaned as she relieved the pressure on his straining cock.
He had her previous lovers beat by a solid three inches. Her mouth watered at the sight.
Together they peeled his jeans from his hips. He lifted to help her strip them off then sat, unashamed and primed, before her. She peeked up at his face from her place on the floor, her lashes lowered.
“Whatever you want,” he murmured.
“I want you.”
Whew! It’s over. I’m sad, exhausted and looking forward to the next time International Heat ladies converge. Fortunately that won’t be too long as three of us plan to attend Lori Foster’s Get Together next month.
Yesterday was a great end to a fabulous conference. We started the day with breakfast as usual. Everyone knows breakfast isn’t my thing, but I’ll miss chatting with Lexxie, Valerie and Mari over eggs and an admittedly delicious croissant.
Afterward, we gathered up our promo, convinced each other we’d rock and headed down to our very first print signing. I have to say, Lexxie and Mari had amazing displays of goodies (which I wasn’t able to grab a picture of before they let the crowds in). It was great to see so many readers flooding the aisles. Especially when many of them were familiar faces! Drea, Amy, Kathy and many, many more made the time fly by. Thank you for coming out and stopping by to say hello. You really made the event!
During the signing, Jambrea joined us for the day. It was so great to see her again. Valerie and Jambi were a huge help bringing us water and getting all our books signed!
By the time two o’clock came around we were grateful to have some time to relax in Lexxie’s room. Of course we had a heap of inappropriate yet hysterical conversations while we waited for our afternoon events.
It’s not often we get five IH’ers in the same room so I have to say that was a highlight of my convention. Drea joined us as well so you know it was a blast!
Next, we branched out. Jambrea prepared for the Total E Bound author dinner at Hyde Park, which she told us was fabulous. Valerie and Drea held down the fort in Lexxie’s room. Lexxie stepped out for a meal with Charlaine Harris then, when she returned, Mari, Lexxi and I attended the Samhain Wine and Cheese mixer.
It was fabulous to hang out with Samhain staff and authors one last time before we packed up shop. Everyone with the publisher is amazing and they pulled off a fabulous RT. In fact, I’d like to give a shout out to all the staff at all our publishers for making our experiences at our first RT smooth and successful.
So many great events in such a short time! Then again, that was the theme of the conference. Chock full of networking, partying and fangirl moments. After saying goodbye to Lexxie, we headed back to my house for a fabulous dinner cooked by my husband. Mari tried to poison me with a drink she named in honor of me (I had to try at least one, right?). A shot of Patron chased with cotton candy. And that’s all I have to say about that.
When my stomach felt a little less like Mt. Vesuvius we organized the swag and goodies we’d collected over the past week into tote bags to giveaway to lucky Heat Wave Readers who weren’t able to attend the conference. I can’t believe how much loot there is!
So… there you have it. The conference is done, IH ladies are on the road and I’m counting the days until we meet again!
Jayne
www.jaynerylon.com
Three really great tidbits in today’s news flash:
First, my next Ellora’s Cave release, Driven, will be out on May 5th!
Second, Night is Darkest received a Five Heart review from The Romance Studio which you can read here.
Third, and by no means least important… Phoenix Incantation has been nominated for the Passionate Plume awarded at the Romance Writers of America conference.
WOOHOO!!!!!!
I just got the official copy of the cover art for my upcoming Ellora’s Cave release, Driven. Ciana did an amazing job and I couldn’t wait to share. What do you think? I’m working on the last round of edits now so I should know a release date soon.
ISBN: 9781419927720
G-Force
Jayne Rylon
Book eight in the Cougar Challenge series. These books do not have to be read in order to be enjoyed.
Lynn Madison transformed from repressed corporate drone to bold seductress overnight when her online friends at Tempt the Cougar encouraged her to take charge of her destiny. Their advice haunts her as she drools over the hottest Italian Stallion on the planet while stranded in an airport.
Sebastian Fiori is a master of speed. A rally car driver, he’s used to winning on and off the track. He sees no need to brake around the sophisticate who revs his engine. After spotting Lynn’s decadent ménage novel, he prepares to take her for the ride of a lifetime—with his navigator, Mark.
Storm delays threatening Lynn’s brand new life would be far more upsetting if her young stud wasn’t offering a first-class ticket to indulge her fantasy on the way to fulfilling her dream. Neither of them expects their rendezvous to last beyond their transatlantic flight on his private jet. But sometimes there’s no escaping the forces of nature.
