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Powerful Moves, book 1 of the new erotic romance paranormal series L.U.S.T. [The Logistical Unit of Specialized Talents], is now available for preorder. Get it today at a 15% discount at Siren-Bookstrand

As an agent with the Logistical Unit of Specialized Talents, Elena Cabot’s primary mission is to use her abilities to solve crimes against humanity that government agencies can’t. But when she joins forces with the confident, sexy, and powerful Tavius Zolan in a race against time, terrorists, and a centuries-old vampire threatening everyone and everything she holds dear, she finds herself on a mission to protect her heart.

Providing security for his family’s weapons research and development agency can keep a man on his toes, especially when a portal is opened between Tavius’s realm and Earth. But he’s about to encounter a mission that will call on every ounce of power and brains he possesses even as it stirs his blood and libido for a delectably lustful Earth-realm agent.

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I'm off for a vacation on the Fernandina Beach. It's been two years since I've been to Florida and have never been on a vacation with my new family. By the way, for those of you who don't know, about a year and a half ago my family grew by leaps and bounds. No kidding! For a while it was just me and my two boys. Now I have a new honey, his daughter, and his two boys. Yep, we're nearly the Brady Bunch. Of course, if you factor in our four cats, the Brady Bunch has nothing on us except Alice the maid. LOL

So, tonight we're packing up the rental car and headed to my mother's, who fantastically lives less than a mile from the beach. Go Mom! My brother and his fiance will be there, too. I haven't seen him in 5 years. He's 10 years younger than me, but I call him my big little brother because he's at least a head taller and could make 2 of me.

To top it all off, today is release day for Powerful Moves, the first book in the new erotic paranormal L.U.S.T. Agency series. While I'm kicking back for a 7 hour drive, I hope you're relaxing with your favorite beverage and a copy of Powerful Moves. You can buy it at Siren-Bookstrand at a 15% discount. If you do, make sure to tell me what you think of it and don't forget to enter the Powerful Moves contest. Deets can be found at Powerful Moves Contest.

Happy reading! I'll be back this weekend with lots of pics.

Tonya

We made it back from our first family vacation without any hitches. Well, almost. There was the mysterious crock-a-gator, but we'll get to that in a minute.

The family spent 2 much needed days of fun in the sun in Fernandina Beach, FL. My dear honey and I came back with his and her burns (his words:), and the kids aren't much whiter, but it was so worth the little bit of pain.

While we were there, we visited Fort Clinch, a 19th century fort garrisoned during the Civil and Spanish-American Wars. My two boys had already visited it once and, interestingly enough, we got a picture of my 17 year old sitting on the historic crapper with almost the same expression he had on his face nearly four years ago in an identical picture my mother had taken. Classic, huh? LOL

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You can check out the rest of our vacation pics on my facebook page. facebook page

Oh, and about that mysterious crock-a-gator. Like I said, we nearly made it home without a single hitch...until we ran over the crock-a-gator in the middle of the night on our return trip home. What's a crock-a-gator? Yep, you guessed it, a cross between a crocodile and an alligator when someone can't tell the difference. At least, that's what my dear honey has named them. We really aren't sure what we hit, but it sure did look like a mysterious reptile. Then again, it was probably just a six-foot long piece of rubber. :)

Powerful Moves [L.U.S.T. 1] is #7 on the Siren-Bookstrand M/F bestsellers list. If you already bought a copy, don't forget to enter the contest for a chance to win the one of a kind, hand crafted necklace featured on the cover. Don't have a copy yet? Buy it now at Siren-Bookstrand & enter the contest at Powerful Moves Contest.

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Available August 17 at Ellora's Cave

Marsha Spencer recognizes trouble when she sees it. When Porter and Reid Bishop step into Bulls Eye Billiards, it’s trouble with a capital T. It’s been a year since their betrayal of her, but time hasn’t dulled the pain. By all rights, she should hate them. So why does the sight of them still send her into do-me overload?

Porter and Reid are determined to make amends with Marsha. They’ve given her time to stew in hopes she would calm down and listen to reason. Now it’s time to make their move with a few added changes. They don’t want things the friendly way they were before. They want Marsha’s sultry body sandwiched between them and her heart in their keeping.

Marsha always secretly lusted after Porter and Reid. They filled her dreams, fueled her imagination, and now they want to turn her fantasies into reality. Can she forgive and forget and embrace them both? It sure beats having to choose between them. But secrets from the past change all their lives in an instant.

Taken By Surprise [The Heroes of Silver Springs 7] is retro released at Siren-Bookstrand today at a 50% discount.

Buy it now at Siren-Bookstrand

Rhonda's future plans didn't include a man until she met temptation in a set of exotic eyes and a six foot package of pure sex appeal. When Rhonda falls to the mercy of a drug lord, DEA Agent Michael Cosmos will put his career and his life on the line to save her.

Keeping Taryn's Cowboys [Sunset Cowboys 3] is retro released today at Siren-Bookstrand at a 50% discount.

Taryn knows lassoing the Shelton brothers for a night of pleasure bucking the edge of erotic madness will be easy. Keeping them is when the fun begins.

DOUBLE IN, my first novel with Ellora's Cave is now available at http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10284-double-in.aspx

Marsha Spencer recognizes trouble when she sees it. When Porter and Reid Bishop step into Bulls Eye Billiards, it’s trouble with a capital T. It’s been a year since their betrayal of her, but time hasn’t dulled the pain. By all rights, she should hate them. So why does the sight of them still send her into do-me overload?

Porter and Reid are determined to make amends with Marsha. They’ve given her time to stew in hopes she would calm down and listen to reason. Now it’s time to make their move with a few added changes. They don’t want things the friendly way they were before. They want Marsha’s sultry body sandwiched between them and her heart in their keeping.

Marsha always secretly lusted after Porter and Reid. They filled her dreams, fueled her imagination, and now they want to turn her fantasies into reality. Can she forgive and forget and embrace them both? It sure beats having to choose between them. But secrets from the past change all their lives in an instant.

It's release day for Sexual Games [The Heroes of Silver Springs 8] and it's already #17 on the Siren-BookStrand M/F bestseller list.

Get it now at Siren-BookStrand and save 15% off the cover price.

FBI agent Jackson Graham is tired of playing games. He wants Mallory Stone and he’s made his intentions clear. While Mallory is burning hot for a night of passion, she won’t give him her heart, and he won’t settle for less. He’s warned her when his tie comes off, it’s really going to be time to play. He has some new games in mind, and the prize will be more than her delicious, sultry body.

Why can’t no-strings-attached sex be enough for Jackson? Jackson knows Mallory wants him in her bed, but he won’t let it be that easy. He wants her heart. A life spent knowing the consequences of love has put her heart under a lock she simply cannot allow to be broken. But when a case puts her in danger, fears swap sides, emotions run wild, and they find themselves playing a game they both might lose.

Excerpt:

“Were you hurt?” She started to slow for a stale yellow then gauged the distance too close to stop. She punched the gas, gliding the car beneath the traffic light just as it turned red. She glanced at him. The fleeting red glow illuminated the muscle ticking in his jaw.

“Not physically,” he answered dryly, not looking at her. “My ego took a hell of a blow, though.”

Mallory knew what it cost him to admit that. Tough as nails, stuffy, and often a pompous ass, Jackson Graham didn’t let much penetrate his steely shell, especially on the job. He was a robot, or at least that’s what he preferred people to believe. He kept his emotions hidden, on and off assignment.

Except for that one time.

Yeah, and that one time had scared her to the tips of her toes.

“I apologize for pulling you away from Cinderella’s.”

He made the conversational shift before she could prod for more answers. She let it go, finding a string of patience within herself to latch onto until they reached HQ.

“It’s no big deal. I was considering leaving when you called anyway.” That was a half-truth, but she went with it. She’d really been debating on another drink, a dance with Jim, possibly more.

“Considering?” Jackson finally looked at her, his expression blank, guarded. “Was there something that might have kept you there if I hadn’t called?”

Should she tell him? Would it help her mission or hinder it? Making Jackson jealous had never worked for her before. That was if she’d ever managed to make him jealous in the past. If she had, he damn sure never let it show.

“I thought about staying for another drink, maybe a dance or two.” As she said it, she felt herself slip into you-want-to-fuck-me mode. She’d been playing the game with Jackson for years, laying it on thick, not attempting to hide an ounce of her attraction to him. That, too, hadn’t worked yet, but hope sprung eternal. “What’s the matter, handsome? Does the thought of me on a dance floor make that conservative brain of yours think provocative thoughts?”

“I’ve seen you on a dance floor. Your idea of dancing makes Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey’s interpretation fit for a Disney special.”

Mallory threw her head back and laughed. “You should try it sometime. A couple of hot, sweaty bodies bumping and grinding to the beat of the music, a little alcohol to numb the senses…” She trailed off as her words created an image in her head that made her panties wet. She saw Jackson on a dance floor, his tie gone and shirt half unbuttoned to reveal a rock-solid chest speckled with dark springy hair. She saw his stormy gaze lock with hers as he crooked a finger, beckoning her closer. She could almost feel one corded, muscular arm as it slid around her waist and yanked her close. Then he started to move, grinding his thickening cock against her belly and sending slivers of erotic heat straight to her pussy.

“I should try it with you, I suppose.”

His words ripped her from the quickly accelerating porn flick taking form in her mind. She shifted in her seat and felt more juices escape her slick folds as she pulled the car into the parking lot of FBI HQ. She looked at him as she put the car in park and shut off the engine.

“It would be a place to start.” She slid her gaze from his face to his chest, her hands burning to touch. She wanted to push off his jacket, rip open his shirt and flatten her palms on his tanned flesh. She wanted to feel his dense muscles flex under her hands. She dared to lean closer to him, to reach for his tie, and let the silk glide through her fingers. “You’re still wearing this tie far too tight, Agent Graham.”

His hand closed around her wrist and she suddenly felt dizzy, intoxicated. It was as if his fingers came equipped with tiny needles that penetrated her flesh and injected her with a heavy dose of erotic desire. His stormy gaze locked with hers, and the intensity in his stare took her breath away. Challenge, promise, and hope twisted in an expression that was starkly sexual and dangerous as hell.

“Take it off, Mallory. You know what you’ll get.”

Sanity teetered as need urged her to do things her mind screamed she shouldn’t. Yeah, she knew what she would get, exactly what she’d wanted for more years than she could count. Knowledge of what it would cost her in return had her slowly dropping her hand and easing back into her own seat.

A flash of disappointment moved through his handsome face. “You still aren’t ready to play.”

The passenger door closed with a finality that sent a shudder down her spine. Anger and a fear she could no longer ignore kept her planted in her seat as she watched him walk into the building, saw him stop just inside the door to wait for her. He’d taken over the game, changed the rules.

“Not by a long shot,” she muttered as she got out of the car and slammed the door behind her. She was Mallory Stone, and she didn’t stand placidly by while anyone attempted to take control of anything she possessed. Jackson wanted to play. Well, then, she’d just have to stage a game he’d never forget.