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August 10, 2022
Releasing in 7 days!
The Breakaleg Trilogy is releasing in just ONE WEEK!
Pre-order available NOW on Amazon!
- Need It Now: A Dirty Delivery Man Romance
- Feel It Fierce: A Hunky Handyman Romance
- Want It Wicked: A Broody Billionaire Romance
Get ready to bingread these bad boys!
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- Need It Now: A Dirty Delivery Man Romance
- Feel It Fierce: A Hunky Handyman Romance
- Want It Wicked: A Broody Billionaire Romance
Get ready to bingread these bad boys!
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July 21, 2022
Need it Now - SNEAK PEEK!
NEED IT NOW is releasing August 17th!
Pre-order live NOW.
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Check out a short excerpt from this Dirty Delivery Man Romance below!
Tommy Branson:
Maneuvering the loaded dolly up Bebe’s path, I cleared my throat, nervous as all-fuck. Shit, I had no damn idea what to expect when I got up to the wet dream’s door.
Hell, maybe Bebe isn’t even home. Or maybe she is home, but won’t answer the door. Or maybe she will answer the door, but be all distant and polite.
I hit the steps, hesitating.
On the other hand, maybe the Queen of All Things Fine is still pissed at whatever the fuck I’d done to tick her off. Maybe Bebe will bean me with a big ol’ frying pan, splatter my brains all over her shitstorm of a stoop.
I chewed my lip uneasily, picturing that pretty mess.
Or maybe she’ll be friendly, real friendly.
My heartbeat sped up, slamming behind my sweat-soaked shirt. Maybe she’ll drag me inside and take up right where we’d left off on my dark porch the other night.
Stick her sweet tongue down my throat, press her tight little pussy right up against my bulging package…
Flicking back saturated hair, I smothered a self-mocking groan, despising my idiocy.
Sure, Branson.
Dream the fuck on.
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Check out a short excerpt from this Dirty Delivery Man Romance below!
Tommy Branson:
Maneuvering the loaded dolly up Bebe’s path, I cleared my throat, nervous as all-fuck. Shit, I had no damn idea what to expect when I got up to the wet dream’s door.
Hell, maybe Bebe isn’t even home. Or maybe she is home, but won’t answer the door. Or maybe she will answer the door, but be all distant and polite.
I hit the steps, hesitating.
On the other hand, maybe the Queen of All Things Fine is still pissed at whatever the fuck I’d done to tick her off. Maybe Bebe will bean me with a big ol’ frying pan, splatter my brains all over her shitstorm of a stoop.
I chewed my lip uneasily, picturing that pretty mess.
Or maybe she’ll be friendly, real friendly.
My heartbeat sped up, slamming behind my sweat-soaked shirt. Maybe she’ll drag me inside and take up right where we’d left off on my dark porch the other night.
Stick her sweet tongue down my throat, press her tight little pussy right up against my bulging package…
Flicking back saturated hair, I smothered a self-mocking groan, despising my idiocy.
Sure, Branson.
Dream the fuck on.
June 24, 2022
🔥 TRIPLE COVER REVEAL 🔥
I am so flipping excited!
Gad. Will you just look at these gorgeous new covers?
Big news… My alphalicious Breakaleg Trilogy has been retitled, reedited and redesigned, and y’all are going to love what I’ve done to my brawny bad boys steaming up the pages. Trust me when I tell you: these foulmouthed badasses are filthier than ever!
Revamping the books was paramount after the gratifying success of my most recent Dirty Boys Do It Better trilogy. My first go-round for Breakaleg had been rather rushed and lacked proper (well, any) marketing, and eager for all my new readers to rediscover them, I succumbed to a burning desire to dive deep into edits, hack out superfluous fluff, and polish the stories to a shine—adding more heat, improved scenes (you know what kind), and lots of extra dialogue.
I’m beyond thrilled with the results, and can’t wait for you to meet three of the filthiest beasts to prowl the planet! Mark your calendars and get set for these tantalizing tropes:
*Hot deliveryman/mega instalust (book one)
*Hunky handyman/love triangle (book two)
*Broody billionaire/forbidden little sis (book three)
*Scorching scenes, humorous hijinks, and snarky dialogue (all three!)
My brand-new beauties release on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited on August 17, and are available for preorder NOW. Click here ➜ ➜ https://amzn.to/3bqB571 to reserve your copies, and be on the lookout for ARC opportunities via my Insta page (@jcjayeauthor) in late July.
🔥Need It Now ➜ A Dirty Delivery Man Romance
🔥Feel It Fierce ➜ A Hunky Handyman Romance
🔥Want It Wicked ➜ A Broody Billionaire Romance
Gad. Will you just look at these gorgeous new covers?
Big news… My alphalicious Breakaleg Trilogy has been retitled, reedited and redesigned, and y’all are going to love what I’ve done to my brawny bad boys steaming up the pages. Trust me when I tell you: these foulmouthed badasses are filthier than ever!
Revamping the books was paramount after the gratifying success of my most recent Dirty Boys Do It Better trilogy. My first go-round for Breakaleg had been rather rushed and lacked proper (well, any) marketing, and eager for all my new readers to rediscover them, I succumbed to a burning desire to dive deep into edits, hack out superfluous fluff, and polish the stories to a shine—adding more heat, improved scenes (you know what kind), and lots of extra dialogue.
I’m beyond thrilled with the results, and can’t wait for you to meet three of the filthiest beasts to prowl the planet! Mark your calendars and get set for these tantalizing tropes:
*Hot deliveryman/mega instalust (book one)
*Hunky handyman/love triangle (book two)
*Broody billionaire/forbidden little sis (book three)
*Scorching scenes, humorous hijinks, and snarky dialogue (all three!)
My brand-new beauties release on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited on August 17, and are available for preorder NOW. Click here ➜ ➜ https://amzn.to/3bqB571 to reserve your copies, and be on the lookout for ARC opportunities via my Insta page (@jcjayeauthor) in late July.
🔥Need It Now ➜ A Dirty Delivery Man Romance
🔥Feel It Fierce ➜ A Hunky Handyman Romance
🔥Want It Wicked ➜ A Broody Billionaire Romance
April 28, 2022
Trilogy is complete!
You’ve never read dirty like these boys before...😈
🪦Digger…
🛠Sledge…
🌘Lighter…
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🪦Digger…
🛠Sledge…
🌘Lighter…
*Find them on Amazon and KU 🖤🔥🖤
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March 9, 2022
Moonlighter - NOW LIVE!
DIRTY MITCH IS LIVE!
Guys, so freaking thrilled to announce that…
MOONLIGHTER released today, and the trilogy is complete!
KINDLE UNLIMITED: https://amzn.to/3IXelaB
I’ve shed lots of blood, sweat and tears bringing my DIRTY BOYS DO IT BETTER series to life, and here’s hoping that all you fans of foulmouthed alpha book boyfriends make room for my men on your mighty reading lists. Every page read, recommendation, and positive new review is so appreciated, and that’s the God’s honest.
Reminder… Each title in Dirty Boys is a standalone and easily enjoyed on its own, but because this trio of badass buds are thick as thieves and share many a bro-bonding, F-bombing moment, I recommend diving into all of their steamy, smexy, and snarky stories… Three times the heat!
I need to thank the league of bloggers and romancetagrammers who have shared my filthy boys along the way, and emphasize how grateful I am for the support. Without my growing readership and street team cheerleaders, I may as well be writing to my pretty wallpapered walls.
So, for all you legitimate lovers of delicious dirt, here’s a tasty teaser direct from Mitch ‘Moonlighter.’ Can’t wait for you to read what else he’s got to say… Click on the link and find out!
After fuck knew how long, I pulled back from the kiss, gasping, my mouth one gigantic bruise. Swiping at the wetness with the back of my wrist, I stared down into dazed pewter pools, half-shut between flickering lashes. Squirming on the cushions, Andy blinked those drowsy eyes back at me, her lips bee-stung, her face adorably flushed. She stretched out her hands, pouting for more.
“Miiiiitch…”
I groaned, adjusting the beast tenting my Levi’s with shaky fingers.
“Gimme a sec, babe. I’m running outta damn oxygen.”
Those luscious lips pursed as Andy wriggled some more, her eyes clamped to my fumbling hand.
“Mmm. You look so big…”
Barking out a laugh, I cupped my throbbing balls, the fuckers swollen as unripe plums.
“Yeah? Ya think?”
I looked away, clearing my throat. “B-better stop looking at me like that, baby. Hell’s bells, I’m on the razor’s edge here.”
“Yeah?”
Echoing the word, Andy shifted, and her small palm landed on the back of my hand. I jumped, my eyes swerving back to lock with a wicked gray gaze.
“Well, why don’t you let me help you with that?”
The demoness’s offer was sin personified as she licked her lips, her gaze once again dropping to our joined grips. Beneath my palm, my dick jerked rudely, lurching against constricting cloth.
“Uh, er, I…”
Mumbling, I stammered, not exactly sure what magnificent offer missy was throwing out there.
Hand job?
Blow job?
Straight-out fucking?
Any or all of the above menu items were surely too good to be true, so I just sat there panting, my skin hot as a bonfire.
Andy’s own face flushed deeper as she gestured awkwardly toward my fly.
“You… You look really uncomfortable, Mitch. Let me, I mean, I, I can help you out.”
She laughed, lashes lowered, her sweet cheeks flaming. “Not that I’m any expert, but I do know the basics.”
Holy shit. Yes, please.
At this stage, I was thinking she meant hand job, which believe you me, I was all on board with. But certainly not before I took care of my goddess first.
Whether the delay killed me stone-dead or not.
“Babe…”
I cleared my throat, gingerly removing our hands from my crotch and relocating them to Andy’s lap instead. Ignoring my howling dick, I slowly stroked over her tight pussy, its mouthwatering little mound thinly sheathed by those skimpy yoga pants.
“Yeah, I’m hurting. Hurtin’ bad, but ladies first, baby.”
Continue reading here - https://amzn.to/3IXelaB
Check out the series: https://amzn.to/376HKRK
Guys, so freaking thrilled to announce that…
MOONLIGHTER released today, and the trilogy is complete!
KINDLE UNLIMITED: https://amzn.to/3IXelaB
I’ve shed lots of blood, sweat and tears bringing my DIRTY BOYS DO IT BETTER series to life, and here’s hoping that all you fans of foulmouthed alpha book boyfriends make room for my men on your mighty reading lists. Every page read, recommendation, and positive new review is so appreciated, and that’s the God’s honest.
Reminder… Each title in Dirty Boys is a standalone and easily enjoyed on its own, but because this trio of badass buds are thick as thieves and share many a bro-bonding, F-bombing moment, I recommend diving into all of their steamy, smexy, and snarky stories… Three times the heat!
I need to thank the league of bloggers and romancetagrammers who have shared my filthy boys along the way, and emphasize how grateful I am for the support. Without my growing readership and street team cheerleaders, I may as well be writing to my pretty wallpapered walls.
So, for all you legitimate lovers of delicious dirt, here’s a tasty teaser direct from Mitch ‘Moonlighter.’ Can’t wait for you to read what else he’s got to say… Click on the link and find out!
After fuck knew how long, I pulled back from the kiss, gasping, my mouth one gigantic bruise. Swiping at the wetness with the back of my wrist, I stared down into dazed pewter pools, half-shut between flickering lashes. Squirming on the cushions, Andy blinked those drowsy eyes back at me, her lips bee-stung, her face adorably flushed. She stretched out her hands, pouting for more.
“Miiiiitch…”
I groaned, adjusting the beast tenting my Levi’s with shaky fingers.
“Gimme a sec, babe. I’m running outta damn oxygen.”
Those luscious lips pursed as Andy wriggled some more, her eyes clamped to my fumbling hand.
“Mmm. You look so big…”
Barking out a laugh, I cupped my throbbing balls, the fuckers swollen as unripe plums.
“Yeah? Ya think?”
I looked away, clearing my throat. “B-better stop looking at me like that, baby. Hell’s bells, I’m on the razor’s edge here.”
“Yeah?”
Echoing the word, Andy shifted, and her small palm landed on the back of my hand. I jumped, my eyes swerving back to lock with a wicked gray gaze.
“Well, why don’t you let me help you with that?”
The demoness’s offer was sin personified as she licked her lips, her gaze once again dropping to our joined grips. Beneath my palm, my dick jerked rudely, lurching against constricting cloth.
“Uh, er, I…”
Mumbling, I stammered, not exactly sure what magnificent offer missy was throwing out there.
Hand job?
Blow job?
Straight-out fucking?
Any or all of the above menu items were surely too good to be true, so I just sat there panting, my skin hot as a bonfire.
Andy’s own face flushed deeper as she gestured awkwardly toward my fly.
“You… You look really uncomfortable, Mitch. Let me, I mean, I, I can help you out.”
She laughed, lashes lowered, her sweet cheeks flaming. “Not that I’m any expert, but I do know the basics.”
Holy shit. Yes, please.
At this stage, I was thinking she meant hand job, which believe you me, I was all on board with. But certainly not before I took care of my goddess first.
Whether the delay killed me stone-dead or not.
“Babe…”
I cleared my throat, gingerly removing our hands from my crotch and relocating them to Andy’s lap instead. Ignoring my howling dick, I slowly stroked over her tight pussy, its mouthwatering little mound thinly sheathed by those skimpy yoga pants.
“Yeah, I’m hurting. Hurtin’ bad, but ladies first, baby.”
Continue reading here - https://amzn.to/3IXelaB
Check out the series: https://amzn.to/376HKRK
February 16, 2022
Teaser time!
Check out this steamy teaser!
Moonlighter, the 3rd book in the Dirty Boys Do It Better series is releasing March 9th!
PreOrder: https://amzn.to/3uU2vKk
Start the series on Kindle Unlimited: https://amzn.to/3oSMXTt
══ B L U R B ══
This badass bartender is as tasty as the whiskey he pours.
Mitch ‘Moonlighter’ Tirone landed his nickname by excelling at two careers. Hardworking contractor by day, he trades the power drill for a bar apron at night, pouring ʼem strong at his old man’s gin mill. He’s cool as the brews he serves until he spies a flame-haired goddess cruising by on a bright pink bicycle. One gobsmacked glance, and ʼLighter turns loopy as a lush. First item on the gotta-have-her agenda: let’s find out what the beauty likes to drink…
His mystery woman is the town’s sexiest teetotaler.
Substance abuse counselor Andy Lachlan possesses a boy’s name, a centerfold’s figure, and a brutal past. Daughter of a violent drunk, alcohol is her no-go zone, and she’s passionate about assisting addicts while avoiding the liquor lifestyle like the plague. Hours spent advising clients or pedaling off the angst on a hippyish ten-speed don’t leave much time for fun-n-games, but this new girl in the ’hood isn’t about to settle for anyone less than the alpha abstainer of her dreams…
Professional partier, and despiser of all things booze. The chemistry is combustible when bad boy and bohemian meet, but can the star-crossed lovers make it work and find the ‘heavenly mix’?
Moonlighter, the 3rd book in the Dirty Boys Do It Better series is releasing March 9th!
PreOrder: https://amzn.to/3uU2vKk
Start the series on Kindle Unlimited: https://amzn.to/3oSMXTt
══ B L U R B ══
This badass bartender is as tasty as the whiskey he pours.
Mitch ‘Moonlighter’ Tirone landed his nickname by excelling at two careers. Hardworking contractor by day, he trades the power drill for a bar apron at night, pouring ʼem strong at his old man’s gin mill. He’s cool as the brews he serves until he spies a flame-haired goddess cruising by on a bright pink bicycle. One gobsmacked glance, and ʼLighter turns loopy as a lush. First item on the gotta-have-her agenda: let’s find out what the beauty likes to drink…
His mystery woman is the town’s sexiest teetotaler.
Substance abuse counselor Andy Lachlan possesses a boy’s name, a centerfold’s figure, and a brutal past. Daughter of a violent drunk, alcohol is her no-go zone, and she’s passionate about assisting addicts while avoiding the liquor lifestyle like the plague. Hours spent advising clients or pedaling off the angst on a hippyish ten-speed don’t leave much time for fun-n-games, but this new girl in the ’hood isn’t about to settle for anyone less than the alpha abstainer of her dreams…
Professional partier, and despiser of all things booze. The chemistry is combustible when bad boy and bohemian meet, but can the star-crossed lovers make it work and find the ‘heavenly mix’?
January 26, 2022
MOONLIGHTER COVER REVEAL & Snippet of Chapter One!
I’m super excited to share with you my gorgeous new cover, created by yours truly in tandem with Clarise at CT Creations. (Swoon!)
MOONLIGHTER, Book Three of the “Dirty Boys Do It Better” trilogy is in final formatting and scheduled to release on March 9, 2022.
GRAVEDIGGER-SLEDGEHAMMER-MOONLIGHTER… So thrilled with the trio of covers and each steamy story contained within—fast-reading, blue-collar romcoms featuring big, bad, bearded alphas with rough-n-gruff exteriors, soft squishy centers, and real foul mouths.
(Emphasis on reeeeal.)
For all you romance junkies, each tale in the trilogy can be read individually as a standalone, but these brawny badass buddies are best enjoyed in order. Now’s the time to catch up with the series if you haven’t gotten down and dirty with “Digger” or “Sledgie” yet, because Mitch “Lighter” Tirone is just around the corner.
All books are available through Amazon and on Kindle Unlimited.
*Get GRAVEDIGGER here: https://amzn.to/3rWn7i3
*Get SLEDGEHAMMER here: https://amzn.to/3KOGXED
*Preorder MOONLIGHTER here: https://amzn.to/3ICuQsc
*ARCS for MOONLIGHTER are now open! Sign up here if you’d like an advance copy in return for your posted reviews: https://bit.ly/MoonlighterEvents
I’ll leave you with a tasty teaser, the very first thoughts of our boy ‘Lighter, in Chapter One:
***
Holy hell.
Holy fuck.
Shaded by a raggedy canvas awning, I stood to one side of Mooney’s front door and a few feet in front of my parked Harley Iron 1200, staring down the street like an infatuated schoolboy.
Jesus, Tirone. You are beyond pathetic with this spying shit.
I licked my lips, transfixed.
True, true. But goddamn my soul, is that girl fine…
“YO! Yo, ʼLighter!”
A familiar voice bellowing across the asphalt lot had me crashing back to planet Earth none too happily.
Noooooo.
My slavering subconscious protested as I dragged hungry eyes off a curvy, redheaded vision perched on a bright pink bicycle—the woman’s long, tangled hair flying behind her like a crimson flag, her world-class rump bouncing on a seat of black leather.
Ah, Christ. I wanna be a bike saddle so fucking bad.
“Hey, Lee. Stan.”
Pissed, I grunted at the dynamic duo fast approaching. This would be joined-at-the-hip regulars Leon W and Stan S, two of the bar’s best and thirstiest customers, hurrying to snag their favorite happy hour seats. Happy hour that would segue long into the wee hours, winding down when yours truly locked the doors at closing time.
Keep moving, boys. Get lost. Scram.
I sent silent brainwaves to Leon, who was leading the charge, hoping the fool would compute telepathic messages high on the frustration scale.
Outta the way. I can’t see. Damn, I haven’t gotten my fix yet. Red’s ridin’ fast, but I still have one more stop sign before the beauty turns the corner.
A hearty wallop on my left shoulder sealed my fate as Karma the almighty bitchtress conspired against me.
Yeah, and what else is fucking new.
MOONLIGHTER, Book Three of the “Dirty Boys Do It Better” trilogy is in final formatting and scheduled to release on March 9, 2022.
GRAVEDIGGER-SLEDGEHAMMER-MOONLIGHTER… So thrilled with the trio of covers and each steamy story contained within—fast-reading, blue-collar romcoms featuring big, bad, bearded alphas with rough-n-gruff exteriors, soft squishy centers, and real foul mouths.
(Emphasis on reeeeal.)
For all you romance junkies, each tale in the trilogy can be read individually as a standalone, but these brawny badass buddies are best enjoyed in order. Now’s the time to catch up with the series if you haven’t gotten down and dirty with “Digger” or “Sledgie” yet, because Mitch “Lighter” Tirone is just around the corner.
All books are available through Amazon and on Kindle Unlimited.
*Get GRAVEDIGGER here: https://amzn.to/3rWn7i3
*Get SLEDGEHAMMER here: https://amzn.to/3KOGXED
*Preorder MOONLIGHTER here: https://amzn.to/3ICuQsc
*ARCS for MOONLIGHTER are now open! Sign up here if you’d like an advance copy in return for your posted reviews: https://bit.ly/MoonlighterEvents
I’ll leave you with a tasty teaser, the very first thoughts of our boy ‘Lighter, in Chapter One:
***
Holy hell.
Holy fuck.
Shaded by a raggedy canvas awning, I stood to one side of Mooney’s front door and a few feet in front of my parked Harley Iron 1200, staring down the street like an infatuated schoolboy.
Jesus, Tirone. You are beyond pathetic with this spying shit.
I licked my lips, transfixed.
True, true. But goddamn my soul, is that girl fine…
“YO! Yo, ʼLighter!”
A familiar voice bellowing across the asphalt lot had me crashing back to planet Earth none too happily.
Noooooo.
My slavering subconscious protested as I dragged hungry eyes off a curvy, redheaded vision perched on a bright pink bicycle—the woman’s long, tangled hair flying behind her like a crimson flag, her world-class rump bouncing on a seat of black leather.
Ah, Christ. I wanna be a bike saddle so fucking bad.
“Hey, Lee. Stan.”
Pissed, I grunted at the dynamic duo fast approaching. This would be joined-at-the-hip regulars Leon W and Stan S, two of the bar’s best and thirstiest customers, hurrying to snag their favorite happy hour seats. Happy hour that would segue long into the wee hours, winding down when yours truly locked the doors at closing time.
Keep moving, boys. Get lost. Scram.
I sent silent brainwaves to Leon, who was leading the charge, hoping the fool would compute telepathic messages high on the frustration scale.
Outta the way. I can’t see. Damn, I haven’t gotten my fix yet. Red’s ridin’ fast, but I still have one more stop sign before the beauty turns the corner.
A hearty wallop on my left shoulder sealed my fate as Karma the almighty bitchtress conspired against me.
Yeah, and what else is fucking new.
December 9, 2021
ALPHAS FOR XMAS!
My own steamy rom-com read, MY SINFUL SANTA (Three Naughty Tales) is now available as part of BookFunnel’s mega “An Alpha for Christmas” promo… A spicy potpourri showcasing dozens of holiday romances by a variety of current authors whose work you need to get to know. Peruse the goodies here:
https://books.bookfunnel.com/acowboyf...
Here’s a filthy-funny snippet from story number one, “Santa Baby Brother-In-Law,” straight from the mind of my frustrated hero:
***
Freaking, I squinted down at my tented crotch, acknowledging I had less than ten seconds to make myself scarce before that front door burst open.
I threw Ginny a helpless look and bolted out of the den and down her pretty hallway to the kitchen, grabbing a few clean glasses out of a cupboard and a bottle of dish soap. Humming as if I hadn’t a care in the world, I proceeded to wash and rewash the mothers, pinning myself against a sparkling farmhouse sink.
La tee dah tee dah…
Twenty short seconds ticked by before my nosy-ass sister was breathing behind me.
“Van! You’re still here? Whatever are you doing over there?”
What does it look like I’m doing, dummy? I’m playing scullery maid while I wait for this massive cockstand to go down, that’s what I’m fucking doing.
Clearing my throat, I answered without turning, making my voice all casual.
“Snow was coming down pretty hard, so Gin and I had a drink and chewed the fat. We, uh, we were talkin’ about her paintings.”
I knew this was a pretty safe lie, seeing as no one in my clueless family took Ginny’s talent seriously.
As predicted, Donna snorted loudly, her retort dripping with disdain.
“Paintings! Those huge squares of messy scribbles? Honestly, I just don’t get it.”
No, sis, you wouldn’t.
After washing the same piece of crystal for the fiftieth time, I set it to the side, slowly pivoting. My junk had finally settled, and I couldn’t very well stand there pouring Palmolive down a sink drain forever.
Avoiding my sibling’s eyes, I simulated a fake yawn, making for the doorway.
“Well, guess I’ll head out now.”
Cold fingers grabbed my flannel.
“Van… Are you all right? How much have you had to drink? You look all flushed and sweaty.”
No shit. That’s what sucking face and licking tits will do to a man.
***
Need more holiday heat? Get the rest here… These three bad-boy Santas are available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited: https://amzn.to/3oGRDw2
https://books.bookfunnel.com/acowboyf...
Here’s a filthy-funny snippet from story number one, “Santa Baby Brother-In-Law,” straight from the mind of my frustrated hero:
***
Freaking, I squinted down at my tented crotch, acknowledging I had less than ten seconds to make myself scarce before that front door burst open.
I threw Ginny a helpless look and bolted out of the den and down her pretty hallway to the kitchen, grabbing a few clean glasses out of a cupboard and a bottle of dish soap. Humming as if I hadn’t a care in the world, I proceeded to wash and rewash the mothers, pinning myself against a sparkling farmhouse sink.
La tee dah tee dah…
Twenty short seconds ticked by before my nosy-ass sister was breathing behind me.
“Van! You’re still here? Whatever are you doing over there?”
What does it look like I’m doing, dummy? I’m playing scullery maid while I wait for this massive cockstand to go down, that’s what I’m fucking doing.
Clearing my throat, I answered without turning, making my voice all casual.
“Snow was coming down pretty hard, so Gin and I had a drink and chewed the fat. We, uh, we were talkin’ about her paintings.”
I knew this was a pretty safe lie, seeing as no one in my clueless family took Ginny’s talent seriously.
As predicted, Donna snorted loudly, her retort dripping with disdain.
“Paintings! Those huge squares of messy scribbles? Honestly, I just don’t get it.”
No, sis, you wouldn’t.
After washing the same piece of crystal for the fiftieth time, I set it to the side, slowly pivoting. My junk had finally settled, and I couldn’t very well stand there pouring Palmolive down a sink drain forever.
Avoiding my sibling’s eyes, I simulated a fake yawn, making for the doorway.
“Well, guess I’ll head out now.”
Cold fingers grabbed my flannel.
“Van… Are you all right? How much have you had to drink? You look all flushed and sweaty.”
No shit. That’s what sucking face and licking tits will do to a man.
***
Need more holiday heat? Get the rest here… These three bad-boy Santas are available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited: https://amzn.to/3oGRDw2
November 29, 2021
Stocking Stuffers is LIVE!
📣Announcement!
Stocking Stuffers is Live!
💃🏽 Snap up your copy of the steamy, 9-author seasonal
anthology today and see what the ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ reviews coming in are all about! 🖤
A naughty trope for every wish list, and all proceeds from this $0.99 eBook go straight to St. Jude’s Hospital for children.
🏆🎁 A great cause!
Meet my foulmouthed, grumpy bad boy PF, and eight other holiday hunks…Each guy guaranteed to keep you nice and toasty at night. 😈
🎅🏽🔥🎅
Featured authors:
🎄 JC Jaye
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🎄 Morgan James
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🎄 ML Preston
🎄 JD Park
🎄 Sutton Fox
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🎄 Morgan James
🎄 Shanna Swenson
🎄 Nicole Rodrigues
🎄 ML Preston
🎄 JD Park
🎄 Sutton Fox
🎄 Melissa Williams
November 18, 2021
Sneak Peek: My Sinful Santa
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Here’s a taste of brooding ex-army man Van Duncan from story one, the forbidden “Santa Baby Brother-In-Law.” Straight from the alpha’s mouth…
Weird… My brother sounded spiteful, pissy, instead of glad that his other half had arrived. Well, Ginny was late; it was probably nothing more than that. How would I know if they’d had a spat or something? I made it my business to hardly ever see the two of them together, and Gin only when I absolutely had to.
This for obvious reasons, well known to me and my dick.
“Hmm. Looks like Wifey sprang for a new dress. Better have come out of her piddly painting profits and not my checking account.”
New dress?
My already rigid shoulders tensed like boulders and my throat tightened as I poured the dregs of Jack Daniels down its clenched passage, bracing myself.
Please, please, please let the thing resemble a burlap sack, five sizes too large.
I slowly turned and almost swallowed my fucking tongue.
Oh, Sweet Baby Jesus.
Ginny was standing at the other end of the bar, and yeah, it looked like Mommy Dearest was ripping her a new one for not being in position when the clock struck four. But Gin didn’t look cowed or nervous or apologetic in the slightest as she leaned past Ma and flagged down a bartender, the guy practically falling over himself to get to her.
No. All she did look was fuck-all beautiful. Or whatever the word was that meant a thousand times more gorgeous than that.
My mouth dried as I conducted a rapid scan from beneath hooded lids.
Seriously, God? You’re laying this on me now? Like playing Santy Claus isn’t fuckin’ punishment enough?
Whew!
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Here’s a taste of brooding ex-army man Van Duncan from story one, the forbidden “Santa Baby Brother-In-Law.” Straight from the alpha’s mouth…
Weird… My brother sounded spiteful, pissy, instead of glad that his other half had arrived. Well, Ginny was late; it was probably nothing more than that. How would I know if they’d had a spat or something? I made it my business to hardly ever see the two of them together, and Gin only when I absolutely had to.
This for obvious reasons, well known to me and my dick.
“Hmm. Looks like Wifey sprang for a new dress. Better have come out of her piddly painting profits and not my checking account.”
New dress?
My already rigid shoulders tensed like boulders and my throat tightened as I poured the dregs of Jack Daniels down its clenched passage, bracing myself.
Please, please, please let the thing resemble a burlap sack, five sizes too large.
I slowly turned and almost swallowed my fucking tongue.
Oh, Sweet Baby Jesus.
Ginny was standing at the other end of the bar, and yeah, it looked like Mommy Dearest was ripping her a new one for not being in position when the clock struck four. But Gin didn’t look cowed or nervous or apologetic in the slightest as she leaned past Ma and flagged down a bartender, the guy practically falling over himself to get to her.
No. All she did look was fuck-all beautiful. Or whatever the word was that meant a thousand times more gorgeous than that.
My mouth dried as I conducted a rapid scan from beneath hooded lids.
Seriously, God? You’re laying this on me now? Like playing Santy Claus isn’t fuckin’ punishment enough?
Whew!
Want to find out how Van gets his happy ever after?
Here you go with the direct Amazon link: https://amzn.to/3CvTFCw
