J.C. Jaye's Blog, page 4
November 10, 2021
Cover Revamp Reveal!
Woo-hoo, it’s cover reveal time!
Hankering for some serious holiday heat with sleigh loads of seasonal humor and plenty of dirty dialogue? Well, stoke up the fire and pour the eggnog, ‘cause your present has come early, ladies…
My Sinful Santa (Three Naughty Tales) is LIVE on Amazon and KU! https://amzn.to/3n5ifpH
I’m excited to release this steamy trio of interwoven novellas bundled in one delicious volume, significantly edited with additional blushworthy scenes and a gorgeous new cover. (Many thanks to Clarise at CT Cover Creations.) Guaranteed to heat you up nice and toasty, this yuletide treat mustn’t be missed!
(Yeah, on second thought, forget stoking that fire. Trust me, you’ll be hot enough.)
Van, Blade, and Matt… Each of my bearded bad boys has quite the tale to tell, and these brawny Santas don’t mince words, or stifle their desires to rock the best Christmas on the books with their individual lady loves.
Christmas, and beyond…
Three sassy besties, each snared by their own sexy Santa…
Ginny Duncan’s put up with her cheating, boozehound of a husband for long enough. Time to lose the jerk and the rest of his snobby family, stat. Until dangerously tough brother-in-law Van returns stateside from his stint in the army. One incendiary intro, and this frustrated artist realizes she picked the wrong brother. Oh, could she whisper a lengthy wish list into this smokin’ hot major’s ear…
Visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads…
Rosie Watkins spends her nights slinging trays in a stuffy country club, saving up tips to start her own bakery and lusting over temporary chef Blade Fitch. This surly burner of filets is behind the stove under duress, and it shows. Yeah, so do those blazing looks of his, scorching holes in her skimpy uniform. Is it her imagination, or do she and this tatted baddie want the same thing for Christmas, served on a bedside platter?
Things are about to get naughty, because they’ve been very good girls…
Bolinda Baptiste has made her mark around town as the best dang dog walker to pick up the leashes. The canine entrepreneur gets her flirt on with swoonworthy vet Matt Stevens in a crowded blues bar, and Christmas comes early. Mercy, are the holiday gods smiling… This hunky doggy doc ticks all her boxes and then some. Dare she hope the man with the uber-talented hands feels the same? Can’t hurt to ask, under that big sprig of mistletoe…
MY SINFUL SANTA is available on KINDLE UNLIMITED! https://amzn.to/3n5ifpH
Hankering for some serious holiday heat with sleigh loads of seasonal humor and plenty of dirty dialogue? Well, stoke up the fire and pour the eggnog, ‘cause your present has come early, ladies…
My Sinful Santa (Three Naughty Tales) is LIVE on Amazon and KU! https://amzn.to/3n5ifpH
I’m excited to release this steamy trio of interwoven novellas bundled in one delicious volume, significantly edited with additional blushworthy scenes and a gorgeous new cover. (Many thanks to Clarise at CT Cover Creations.) Guaranteed to heat you up nice and toasty, this yuletide treat mustn’t be missed!
(Yeah, on second thought, forget stoking that fire. Trust me, you’ll be hot enough.)
Van, Blade, and Matt… Each of my bearded bad boys has quite the tale to tell, and these brawny Santas don’t mince words, or stifle their desires to rock the best Christmas on the books with their individual lady loves.
Christmas, and beyond…
Three sassy besties, each snared by their own sexy Santa…
Ginny Duncan’s put up with her cheating, boozehound of a husband for long enough. Time to lose the jerk and the rest of his snobby family, stat. Until dangerously tough brother-in-law Van returns stateside from his stint in the army. One incendiary intro, and this frustrated artist realizes she picked the wrong brother. Oh, could she whisper a lengthy wish list into this smokin’ hot major’s ear…
Visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads…
Rosie Watkins spends her nights slinging trays in a stuffy country club, saving up tips to start her own bakery and lusting over temporary chef Blade Fitch. This surly burner of filets is behind the stove under duress, and it shows. Yeah, so do those blazing looks of his, scorching holes in her skimpy uniform. Is it her imagination, or do she and this tatted baddie want the same thing for Christmas, served on a bedside platter?
Things are about to get naughty, because they’ve been very good girls…
Bolinda Baptiste has made her mark around town as the best dang dog walker to pick up the leashes. The canine entrepreneur gets her flirt on with swoonworthy vet Matt Stevens in a crowded blues bar, and Christmas comes early. Mercy, are the holiday gods smiling… This hunky doggy doc ticks all her boxes and then some. Dare she hope the man with the uber-talented hands feels the same? Can’t hurt to ask, under that big sprig of mistletoe…
MY SINFUL SANTA is available on KINDLE UNLIMITED! https://amzn.to/3n5ifpH
November 2, 2021
Teaser Tuesday!
🖤 STOCKING STUFFERS 🖤
Releasing this Thanksgiving Day — Thursday, November 25th!
👇👇👇👇
Enjoy nine steamy & seasonal contemporary romance shorts guaranteed to spice up your holidays by authors JC Jaye, JD Park, Shanna Swenson, Nicole Rodrigues, Morgan James, Kyra Fox, ML Preston, Melissa Williams, and Sutton Fox. 🎄🏆🎄
❤ ALL proceeds from this anthology go to the nonprofit charity, St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, for children with cancer ❤
‘Tis the giving season, so come on!
⛄️Pre-order your copy now for just $0.99
➡️ https://books2read.com/StockingStuffe...
Here’s a tasty little teaser from my tale, Moody Under The Mistletoe:
Avoiding eye contact with a mumble, PF studied his intertwined fists, clenched like rocks on poinsettia-printed cloth. I swallowed dryly, studying them as well. His hands, along with his sexy forearms, exposed by rolled-up flannel—the tough, sinewy flesh in direct contrast to festive red flowers.
Yum. So strong and masculine. Such thick, well-shaped fingers, and all those bulging veins…
I dragged my gaze away with an effort, gesturing weakly toward the sofa in the adjoining room.
“PF, you should probably take your pain pill and lie down for a bit, don’t you think? I… I’m sure your wrist must be aching badly.”
“That’s not the only fucking thing that’s aching badly.”
My eyes flitted back as he grumbled the words almost (but not quite) indistinctly, twin flags of red darkening the cheekbones jutting above his beard.
I flushed in return, watching him shift in his seat, one hand disappearing from view.
Imagining those thick fingers adjusting concealed body parts, I squeezed my thighs together, tingling.
Oooh. Need some assistance down there, big guy?
Releasing this Thanksgiving Day — Thursday, November 25th!
👇👇👇👇
Enjoy nine steamy & seasonal contemporary romance shorts guaranteed to spice up your holidays by authors JC Jaye, JD Park, Shanna Swenson, Nicole Rodrigues, Morgan James, Kyra Fox, ML Preston, Melissa Williams, and Sutton Fox. 🎄🏆🎄
❤ ALL proceeds from this anthology go to the nonprofit charity, St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, for children with cancer ❤
‘Tis the giving season, so come on!
⛄️Pre-order your copy now for just $0.99
➡️ https://books2read.com/StockingStuffe...
Here’s a tasty little teaser from my tale, Moody Under The Mistletoe:
Avoiding eye contact with a mumble, PF studied his intertwined fists, clenched like rocks on poinsettia-printed cloth. I swallowed dryly, studying them as well. His hands, along with his sexy forearms, exposed by rolled-up flannel—the tough, sinewy flesh in direct contrast to festive red flowers.
Yum. So strong and masculine. Such thick, well-shaped fingers, and all those bulging veins…
I dragged my gaze away with an effort, gesturing weakly toward the sofa in the adjoining room.
“PF, you should probably take your pain pill and lie down for a bit, don’t you think? I… I’m sure your wrist must be aching badly.”
“That’s not the only fucking thing that’s aching badly.”
My eyes flitted back as he grumbled the words almost (but not quite) indistinctly, twin flags of red darkening the cheekbones jutting above his beard.
I flushed in return, watching him shift in his seat, one hand disappearing from view.
Imagining those thick fingers adjusting concealed body parts, I squeezed my thighs together, tingling.
Oooh. Need some assistance down there, big guy?
October 27, 2021
A HOT COLLECTION FOR A GOOD CAUSE
Hey, peeps…
A short and sweet reminder to do a good deed. If you haven’t already, be sure to add the nine-author Christmas holiday anthology Stocking Stuffers to your naughty wish list. Better still, snag a copy for yourself and gift another to a romance loving buddy or three! For an insane $0.99, you’ll not only be sleigh-deep in seasonal steam and delicious book boyfriends, you’ll also be supporting a worthy charity… All proceeds from “Stuffers” go straight to the nonprofit St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital for children with cancer.
Let’s do it for the kids!
This spicy collaboration features tropes of all kinds—from age-gap to broody beasts to second chance to workplace romance, and more—something for every romance junkie’s stocking. Authors featured are JC Jaye, Shanna Swenson, JD Park, Sutton Fox, Nicole Rodrigues, Morgan James, Kyra Fox, ML Preston, and Melissa Williams… A high-caliber posse of some of the hottest romance writers around.
If you haven’t read any of these talented authors, now’s your chance. If you’re already a fan, even better. If you’d like to go one step beyond, check out their individual social media platforms and give them a follow… We hardworking Indies so appreciate the support.
Mark your calendars: Stocking Stuffers releases November 25, Thanksgiving Day!
PREORDER:
https://books2read.com/StockingStuffe...
A short and sweet reminder to do a good deed. If you haven’t already, be sure to add the nine-author Christmas holiday anthology Stocking Stuffers to your naughty wish list. Better still, snag a copy for yourself and gift another to a romance loving buddy or three! For an insane $0.99, you’ll not only be sleigh-deep in seasonal steam and delicious book boyfriends, you’ll also be supporting a worthy charity… All proceeds from “Stuffers” go straight to the nonprofit St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital for children with cancer.
Let’s do it for the kids!
This spicy collaboration features tropes of all kinds—from age-gap to broody beasts to second chance to workplace romance, and more—something for every romance junkie’s stocking. Authors featured are JC Jaye, Shanna Swenson, JD Park, Sutton Fox, Nicole Rodrigues, Morgan James, Kyra Fox, ML Preston, and Melissa Williams… A high-caliber posse of some of the hottest romance writers around.
If you haven’t read any of these talented authors, now’s your chance. If you’re already a fan, even better. If you’d like to go one step beyond, check out their individual social media platforms and give them a follow… We hardworking Indies so appreciate the support.
Mark your calendars: Stocking Stuffers releases November 25, Thanksgiving Day!
PREORDER:
https://books2read.com/StockingStuffe...
July 28, 2021
“SLEDGE” is at your service…
Alpha lovers, who needs a big, dirty, bad boy in their bed tonight?
(Besides your same ol’ significant other, or your four-legged fur baby.)
Welp, today’s your lucky day… Joe “SLEDGEHAMMER” Jaggard is LIVE, and
holy hot sweats, Mr. Bewitched Contractor Man’s got quite the heated tale to tell.
Book two in the “Dirty Boys Do It Better” trilogy releases TODAY on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. This raunchy and humorous ride is fast, steamy, and the perfect antidote for a sticky summer night.
Please keep those reviews coming—each and every one is so appreciated!
Extra accolades to my bookstagrammer buds for all your shares and reposts and all-around support on my go-to platform, Instagram… You guys are seriously amazing, and so damned sweet, it kinda hurts.
(Strictly in a good way.)
And now for a titillating teaser to wet your whistle…
“What the hell, Becca?”
Sledgehammer’s hiss was unsteady, his question hoarse.
I licked my lips, studying his, framed by their scrumptious tawny whiskers.
How would that masculine mouth feel moving over mine? That pointy beard scratching my cheeks? Our tongues tangling, his breath filling my throat?
Joe’s gaze snagged on the small movement, fixating on my exposed tongue tip. He stared for a moment until, face reddening, he looked away.
“Brushstrokes are dryin’…”
Fumbling with his paintbrush, he shoved it into periwinkle soup, spewing globs everywhere. I took another three steps, ending up adjacent to his left thigh. Once there, I thought it genius to yet again unhinge my babbling trap.
“Joe, I’ve been meaning to ask… Do you have any brothers or sisters? How about your parents? Are they still… I mean, are you lucky enough to still have them?”
Calhoun, you yakky, nosy bitch.
If the mighty Sledge found my inquiries intrusive, he didn’t let on, gruffing to the wall.
“One brother, single, lives in D.C. Folks still alive and kicking, livin’ the dream in Arizona.”
I shuffled my feet, pinning a loose strand of hair back into its butterfly clip.
“How about a girlfriend? Or, a, a wife?”
Startled eyes cut my way, widening. “What? No, neither. Why?”
“Um…” Flapping a hand, I gestured nervously. “I don’t know, I just thought I’d ask. You’ve heard the dirt on my personal status, so I got curious about yours. Wondered whether, you’re, uh, attached, have a family or anything.”
Another dweeby hand flap, combined with an ingratiating grin. “Tomorrow will mark two weeks since you started, and we’ve got a long ways to go… I was thinking maybe we should get to know one another a little better.”
Eyes dipping to my lips again, Joe shook his head.
“Not a good idea.”
My reply was soft and quavery. “Why not?”
Twin slashes of color burned deeper on his cheekbones.
“Why not? Because we’re employer and employee, Becca, and personal shit doesn’t enter into it. I never get tight with my customers, and I ain’t gonna start now.”
Doggedly, I refused to let it drop, a devil driving me.
“Come on, Joe, really? You work in people’s pockets for months, and never make nice? Never forge friendships, never hang with them after the last nail’s been set?”
“That’s right.” He slashed his free hand. “Well, maybe here and there, occasionally. But with dudes I have crap in common with—hangin’ at bars or taking in a ballgame they treat me to. Not with beautiful women engaged to be fucking married.”
Beautiful women?
My pulse pounded, throbbing in my ears as I whispered.
“What if they don’t want to be engaged anymore?”
👉Amazon link: https://amzn.to/3775cLy
👉Goodreads link: http://bit.ly/SledgehammerTBR
👉BookBub: https://bit.ly/SledgehammerBB
Haven't Read Book One Yet? Get it here:
Gravedigger, Dirty Boys Do It Better, Book 1:
Purchase Link: http://mybook.to/GravediggerBuy
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/GravediggerTBR
BookBub: https://bit.ly/GravediggerBB
(Besides your same ol’ significant other, or your four-legged fur baby.)
Welp, today’s your lucky day… Joe “SLEDGEHAMMER” Jaggard is LIVE, and
holy hot sweats, Mr. Bewitched Contractor Man’s got quite the heated tale to tell.
Book two in the “Dirty Boys Do It Better” trilogy releases TODAY on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. This raunchy and humorous ride is fast, steamy, and the perfect antidote for a sticky summer night.
Please keep those reviews coming—each and every one is so appreciated!
Extra accolades to my bookstagrammer buds for all your shares and reposts and all-around support on my go-to platform, Instagram… You guys are seriously amazing, and so damned sweet, it kinda hurts.
(Strictly in a good way.)
And now for a titillating teaser to wet your whistle…
“What the hell, Becca?”
Sledgehammer’s hiss was unsteady, his question hoarse.
I licked my lips, studying his, framed by their scrumptious tawny whiskers.
How would that masculine mouth feel moving over mine? That pointy beard scratching my cheeks? Our tongues tangling, his breath filling my throat?
Joe’s gaze snagged on the small movement, fixating on my exposed tongue tip. He stared for a moment until, face reddening, he looked away.
“Brushstrokes are dryin’…”
Fumbling with his paintbrush, he shoved it into periwinkle soup, spewing globs everywhere. I took another three steps, ending up adjacent to his left thigh. Once there, I thought it genius to yet again unhinge my babbling trap.
“Joe, I’ve been meaning to ask… Do you have any brothers or sisters? How about your parents? Are they still… I mean, are you lucky enough to still have them?”
Calhoun, you yakky, nosy bitch.
If the mighty Sledge found my inquiries intrusive, he didn’t let on, gruffing to the wall.
“One brother, single, lives in D.C. Folks still alive and kicking, livin’ the dream in Arizona.”
I shuffled my feet, pinning a loose strand of hair back into its butterfly clip.
“How about a girlfriend? Or, a, a wife?”
Startled eyes cut my way, widening. “What? No, neither. Why?”
“Um…” Flapping a hand, I gestured nervously. “I don’t know, I just thought I’d ask. You’ve heard the dirt on my personal status, so I got curious about yours. Wondered whether, you’re, uh, attached, have a family or anything.”
Another dweeby hand flap, combined with an ingratiating grin. “Tomorrow will mark two weeks since you started, and we’ve got a long ways to go… I was thinking maybe we should get to know one another a little better.”
Eyes dipping to my lips again, Joe shook his head.
“Not a good idea.”
My reply was soft and quavery. “Why not?”
Twin slashes of color burned deeper on his cheekbones.
“Why not? Because we’re employer and employee, Becca, and personal shit doesn’t enter into it. I never get tight with my customers, and I ain’t gonna start now.”
Doggedly, I refused to let it drop, a devil driving me.
“Come on, Joe, really? You work in people’s pockets for months, and never make nice? Never forge friendships, never hang with them after the last nail’s been set?”
“That’s right.” He slashed his free hand. “Well, maybe here and there, occasionally. But with dudes I have crap in common with—hangin’ at bars or taking in a ballgame they treat me to. Not with beautiful women engaged to be fucking married.”
Beautiful women?
My pulse pounded, throbbing in my ears as I whispered.
“What if they don’t want to be engaged anymore?”
👉Amazon link: https://amzn.to/3775cLy
👉Goodreads link: http://bit.ly/SledgehammerTBR
👉BookBub: https://bit.ly/SledgehammerBB
Haven't Read Book One Yet? Get it here:
Gravedigger, Dirty Boys Do It Better, Book 1:
Purchase Link: http://mybook.to/GravediggerBuy
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/GravediggerTBR
BookBub: https://bit.ly/GravediggerBB
July 23, 2021
Sneak Peek into Sledgehammer
Less than a week
to go for Dirty Joe!
Here's a little sneak peek 🔥
to keep you entertained for now...
Whistling through clenched teeth, I pretended to play with corroding hardware,
while that light, flowery fragrance had me licking my chops, the sound
of soft, feminine breaths rendering me dizzy. The woman no doubt thought me
a rude fuck for not making eye contact, but no lie: drowning in those long-lashed
hazels was the last damned thing my dick and I needed.
Never have seen such stunning eyes, so doe-like and sexy.
Christ, did I dream about those beauties.
Pictured them slitted with pleasure, gazing up at me
from my pillow as I pressed my prick to creaming flesh,
and shoved it so fuckin’ deep into Kitten’s sweet, snug pussy that she—
Becca blew out a sigh, disrupting the filthy fantasy.
“Well, anyhoo… Just wanted to let you know I’ll be out in the yard
rassling with weeds the size of small children if you need me for anything.
It’s such a nice day, I figured I may as well get a little sun while I’m slaving.”
“Right.”
I grunted, praying the lady of the house planned
on scoring those rays in a body-shrouding muumuu, as
opposed to her usual getup of ass-cupping cutoffs and tit-hugging tees.
A full-face veil wouldn’t be a bad idea, either.
Planted like a stump in my shitkickers, I waited to hear the rickety
screen door slam. Instead of unoiled hinges, a pregnant silence
throbbed in my ears as Becca’s scent continued to weave its magic around
my unmoving bulk. A few seconds ticked by before, big surprise, she piped up again.
“Um. There’s a pitcher of fresh-brewed iced tea in the fridge.
I added a touch of mint from the garden to jazz it up.
Or there are sodas, if you’d rather. Also, I stocked up on a nice variety
of cold cuts and cheeses from Louie’s last night, so be sure to
dig in, Mr. Jaggard. The rolls are on the pantry counter.”
Mr. Jaggard? Arghhhh, again with that unsolicited name? I can’t fuckin’ take it.
Slowly, I spun to face my doom, praying a flap of tool belt canvas
was doing an adequate job in camouflaging what needed to be camouflaged.
Squinting across a length of peeling linoleum, I clocked the unholy form
of Rebecca Calhoun, her scrumptious bod propped against the archway opposite.
Fuck my life, I knew it. Daisy Dukes and a kid-sized tee…
Same cockjerking ensemble as usual. No goddamned muumuu in sight.
“Becca…”
I ran a hand through my hair, trying not to gawk at vast expanses
of honey-gold skin, and the sweetest set of tits gracing God’s green Earth.
“Becca, come on… Enough with the ‘Mr. Jaggard’ crap.
I told you last week when you hired me I’m on a first-name basis
with my customers. And you were down with that, or so you said.
Hope so, ’cause that stuffy handle is my old man’s cuppa tea, not mine.”
Bravely, I forced myself to meet her eyes.
“The size of this project, I’m gonna be in your back pocket ʼtil
the end of August or beyond, so let’s ditch the formalities, huh?”
Unbidden, my glance flicked to the skimpy denim shrink-wrapped to Kitten’s thighs.
Back pocket? Man, I wish. Better still, how about front zipper?
🔥Preorder is live!
https://amzn.to/3xY5qA2
to go for Dirty Joe!
Here's a little sneak peek 🔥
to keep you entertained for now...
Whistling through clenched teeth, I pretended to play with corroding hardware,
while that light, flowery fragrance had me licking my chops, the sound
of soft, feminine breaths rendering me dizzy. The woman no doubt thought me
a rude fuck for not making eye contact, but no lie: drowning in those long-lashed
hazels was the last damned thing my dick and I needed.
Never have seen such stunning eyes, so doe-like and sexy.
Christ, did I dream about those beauties.
Pictured them slitted with pleasure, gazing up at me
from my pillow as I pressed my prick to creaming flesh,
and shoved it so fuckin’ deep into Kitten’s sweet, snug pussy that she—
Becca blew out a sigh, disrupting the filthy fantasy.
“Well, anyhoo… Just wanted to let you know I’ll be out in the yard
rassling with weeds the size of small children if you need me for anything.
It’s such a nice day, I figured I may as well get a little sun while I’m slaving.”
“Right.”
I grunted, praying the lady of the house planned
on scoring those rays in a body-shrouding muumuu, as
opposed to her usual getup of ass-cupping cutoffs and tit-hugging tees.
A full-face veil wouldn’t be a bad idea, either.
Planted like a stump in my shitkickers, I waited to hear the rickety
screen door slam. Instead of unoiled hinges, a pregnant silence
throbbed in my ears as Becca’s scent continued to weave its magic around
my unmoving bulk. A few seconds ticked by before, big surprise, she piped up again.
“Um. There’s a pitcher of fresh-brewed iced tea in the fridge.
I added a touch of mint from the garden to jazz it up.
Or there are sodas, if you’d rather. Also, I stocked up on a nice variety
of cold cuts and cheeses from Louie’s last night, so be sure to
dig in, Mr. Jaggard. The rolls are on the pantry counter.”
Mr. Jaggard? Arghhhh, again with that unsolicited name? I can’t fuckin’ take it.
Slowly, I spun to face my doom, praying a flap of tool belt canvas
was doing an adequate job in camouflaging what needed to be camouflaged.
Squinting across a length of peeling linoleum, I clocked the unholy form
of Rebecca Calhoun, her scrumptious bod propped against the archway opposite.
Fuck my life, I knew it. Daisy Dukes and a kid-sized tee…
Same cockjerking ensemble as usual. No goddamned muumuu in sight.
“Becca…”
I ran a hand through my hair, trying not to gawk at vast expanses
of honey-gold skin, and the sweetest set of tits gracing God’s green Earth.
“Becca, come on… Enough with the ‘Mr. Jaggard’ crap.
I told you last week when you hired me I’m on a first-name basis
with my customers. And you were down with that, or so you said.
Hope so, ’cause that stuffy handle is my old man’s cuppa tea, not mine.”
Bravely, I forced myself to meet her eyes.
“The size of this project, I’m gonna be in your back pocket ʼtil
the end of August or beyond, so let’s ditch the formalities, huh?”
Unbidden, my glance flicked to the skimpy denim shrink-wrapped to Kitten’s thighs.
Back pocket? Man, I wish. Better still, how about front zipper?
🔥Preorder is live!
https://amzn.to/3xY5qA2
July 13, 2021
Happy Teaser Tuesday!
🖤Dirty Boys Do It Better,
Book Two 🖤
🛠SLEDGEHAMMER🛠
releases July 28!
Are you ready to get
down 'n' dirty?
💥 Preorder avl thru Amazon
https://amzn.to/2T5DXxq
💥Read and review Book One, GRAVEDIGGER...
You need to meet Sledge’s
bad-ass buddy Clint MacGregor 🔥🪦🔥 https://amzn.to/3AZ2Qfl
Book Two 🖤
🛠SLEDGEHAMMER🛠
releases July 28!
Are you ready to get
down 'n' dirty?
💥 Preorder avl thru Amazon
https://amzn.to/2T5DXxq
💥Read and review Book One, GRAVEDIGGER...
You need to meet Sledge’s
bad-ass buddy Clint MacGregor 🔥🪦🔥 https://amzn.to/3AZ2Qfl
July 6, 2021
Sneak Peek - Sledgehammer
I offer unto you a tantalizing teaser. Enjoy, fan off, and hit that preorder link!
Heart crashing like a sonofabitch, I stared down into sparkling hazel eyes, gritting out a question.
“Babe. You sure?”
Exactly why I was stalling, I had clue zero. Christ, I wanted nothing more than to crush those juicy cherry lips beneath mine, to suck every ounce of oxygen out of Becca Calhoun’s luscious lungs. But, shit, the stuff she’d just laid on me had my head spinning, and the complications resulting from getting it on with a client were legendary in my line of work. Legendary, and a legal nightmare.
Precisely why I’ve never dipped a steel toe in those murky waters before, not once.
Whole new rule book when it comes to this unholy angel…
Kitten stretched up a hand, smoothing her fingers over my beard.
“Yes, Joe, I’m sure.”
“Ah, hell…” I groaned out the surrender, cupping her sweet rump in paint-speckled palms and pulling her close. She felt unbelievable—all soft curves and warm, bare skin, and my head swam as if I’d downed a dozen boilermakers. Painfully aware of my own sweaty hide and stained clothing, for a second, I considered drawing back, but then those teasing fingers slid to my mouth, and that was fuckin’ it.
“Damn!”
I nipped at her soft digits, then soothed the flesh with my tongue. Mmm… Her skin was delectable, like rose-scented honey, and I couldn’t wait another half of a heartbeat to find out if the taste of her lips matched.
“C’mere, girl…”
Bending my knees, I hunched, grabbing her jaw as I lowered my head. The next instant, our mouths were fused, and it was better than all my fantasies since the lady had signed on the dotted line.
Better? God bless it, wasn’t even a contest.
“So sweet. Fuckin’ delicious. Jesus, you’re unreal…”
I moaned the praise against plush lips, licking deep. Becca purred back and opened wider, clutching my biceps with short, digging nails. The feel of her hands on me was maddening, and I spun us around, walking her backwards. Narrowly missing a wet purplish wall, I pinned her against dry primer, grinding my hips against those prickteasing cutoffs.
“Oooh, Jooooeeee…”
All right. Thinkin’ my kitten likes that.
Hot, huh? Wait until you read the rest of the chapter!
🖤Dirty Boys Do It Better,
Book Two 🖤
🛠SLEDGEHAMMER🛠
releases July 28!
💥Preorder your copy here👇
https://amzn.to/3wneD3s
💥Add to your Goodreads👇
bit.ly/SledgehammerTBR
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Heart crashing like a sonofabitch, I stared down into sparkling hazel eyes, gritting out a question.
“Babe. You sure?”
Exactly why I was stalling, I had clue zero. Christ, I wanted nothing more than to crush those juicy cherry lips beneath mine, to suck every ounce of oxygen out of Becca Calhoun’s luscious lungs. But, shit, the stuff she’d just laid on me had my head spinning, and the complications resulting from getting it on with a client were legendary in my line of work. Legendary, and a legal nightmare.
Precisely why I’ve never dipped a steel toe in those murky waters before, not once.
Whole new rule book when it comes to this unholy angel…
Kitten stretched up a hand, smoothing her fingers over my beard.
“Yes, Joe, I’m sure.”
“Ah, hell…” I groaned out the surrender, cupping her sweet rump in paint-speckled palms and pulling her close. She felt unbelievable—all soft curves and warm, bare skin, and my head swam as if I’d downed a dozen boilermakers. Painfully aware of my own sweaty hide and stained clothing, for a second, I considered drawing back, but then those teasing fingers slid to my mouth, and that was fuckin’ it.
“Damn!”
I nipped at her soft digits, then soothed the flesh with my tongue. Mmm… Her skin was delectable, like rose-scented honey, and I couldn’t wait another half of a heartbeat to find out if the taste of her lips matched.
“C’mere, girl…”
Bending my knees, I hunched, grabbing her jaw as I lowered my head. The next instant, our mouths were fused, and it was better than all my fantasies since the lady had signed on the dotted line.
Better? God bless it, wasn’t even a contest.
“So sweet. Fuckin’ delicious. Jesus, you’re unreal…”
I moaned the praise against plush lips, licking deep. Becca purred back and opened wider, clutching my biceps with short, digging nails. The feel of her hands on me was maddening, and I spun us around, walking her backwards. Narrowly missing a wet purplish wall, I pinned her against dry primer, grinding my hips against those prickteasing cutoffs.
“Oooh, Jooooeeee…”
All right. Thinkin’ my kitten likes that.
Hot, huh? Wait until you read the rest of the chapter!
🖤Dirty Boys Do It Better,
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🛠SLEDGEHAMMER🛠
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June 30, 2021
Sledgehammer Cover Reveal
It's Cover Reveal Day!
SLEDGEHAMMER
is coming, and he’s
HOT AF!!! 🛠😈🔥🛠
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The man’s got a mighty hammer.
Joe “Sledge” Jaggard is the gold standard for imaginative homeowners craving the three B’s: Big, Bearded, and Brawny. But this hardworking hunk isn’t risking his rep with any messy, on-the-job hookups. No way—he’ll do his playing after hours, once he scrubs the sweat off. But when a luscious little kitten hires him for a summerlong project, he’s incurably bewitched.
Just his luck, she’s wearin’ the wrong man’s ring…
The lady’s got a mighty dilemma.
Becca Calhoun has inherited her gran’s overrun mansion, and is determined to restore its grandeur with Sledgehammer Inc.’s expertise. But concentrating on her To-Do List isn’t easy, not with a dirty demon singeing her six days a week with his hot green eyes. Dare the future bed-and-breakfast host follow her heart, and ditch control-freak fiancé for laid-back bad boy?
Maybe, but fate’s got other plans…
Contractor and client fall, and they fall hard. But a tumble off a tall ladder and a shocking diagnosis tests their trust and staying power, and the passionate pair learn that even the strongest bond isn’t immune to fissures.
SLEDGEHAMMER
is coming, and he’s
HOT AF!!! 🛠😈🔥🛠
Pre-Order available now - https://amzn.to/2USrVYW
Bookstagrammer buddies,
sign up for the tours - http://bit.ly/SledgehammerTOURS
The man’s got a mighty hammer.
Joe “Sledge” Jaggard is the gold standard for imaginative homeowners craving the three B’s: Big, Bearded, and Brawny. But this hardworking hunk isn’t risking his rep with any messy, on-the-job hookups. No way—he’ll do his playing after hours, once he scrubs the sweat off. But when a luscious little kitten hires him for a summerlong project, he’s incurably bewitched.
Just his luck, she’s wearin’ the wrong man’s ring…
The lady’s got a mighty dilemma.
Becca Calhoun has inherited her gran’s overrun mansion, and is determined to restore its grandeur with Sledgehammer Inc.’s expertise. But concentrating on her To-Do List isn’t easy, not with a dirty demon singeing her six days a week with his hot green eyes. Dare the future bed-and-breakfast host follow her heart, and ditch control-freak fiancé for laid-back bad boy?
Maybe, but fate’s got other plans…
Contractor and client fall, and they fall hard. But a tumble off a tall ladder and a shocking diagnosis tests their trust and staying power, and the passionate pair learn that even the strongest bond isn’t immune to fissures.
June 4, 2021
Release Day Announcement!: SLEDGEHAMMER
⚒️🖤SLEDGEHAMMER⚒️🖤
Book Two in my filthy-sweet
“Dirty Boys Do It Better”
Trilogy releases July 28🎉
Cover Reveal next month💃🏾
Yessss...
Gravedigger’s bad-ass
buddy Sledge, introduced
in Book One, has his own
smokin’ hot tale
to tell, with an equally
(or greater? ) dirty mind and
mouth as the mighty ‘Digger
🔥😈🔥
Oh, these naughty boys...
🎇Mature situations
and language
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May 11, 2021
In the mood for a hot tease?
Busted!
Somebody got caught
in the shower dreamin’
about his Sunshine☀️
(Well, not dreaming. Use
your imagination.🔥😈🖤)
Naughty Clint...
🔥GRAVEDIGGER🔥
+++++++++++++++
Dirty Boys Do It Better,
Book One!
💕TY to all you lovelies
for the shares and reviews💕
More, pretty please 😀
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Somebody got caught
in the shower dreamin’
about his Sunshine☀️
(Well, not dreaming. Use
your imagination.🔥😈🖤)
Naughty Clint...
🔥GRAVEDIGGER🔥
+++++++++++++++
Dirty Boys Do It Better,
Book One!
💕TY to all you lovelies
for the shares and reviews💕
More, pretty please 😀
🖤If you’re into a sweet
romance wrapped in
five-alarm steam,
TBR, baby!
👉review bites:
bit.ly/2RVedCZ
👉Read the story:
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