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Proof in the Pudding

I’m blogging about pudding!  I don’t know, it just seemed like the thing to do.  Check it out over at Diamond Authors.  http://diamondauthors.com/proof-in-the-pudding/

Who wants to win an iPad mini?

And read an interview with me   I know, priorities!  Check out this stop on the All Romance blog hop.

Jayne

www.jaynerylon.com

FOUR HOURS ONLY! Half Price – Pick Your Pleasure

All Romance Ebooks is featuring Pick Your Pleasure as their bonus buy today.  Hurry, the deal only lasts until midnight central time.  If you add any book to your cart (even a free one) you’ll get the option to bonus buy Pick Your Pleasure for just $1.99.  So if you wanted to try a book where you get to be the boss and decide who the heroine is with, where they go and what they do, try this variation on an old theme at a discount.

www.allromanceebooks.com

I hope all your paths are fun ones

Jayne

www.jaynerylon.com

Would Love To Meet You!

Some big news… I officially resigned from my position in corporate America effective the end of March.  O.M.G. &

I’d like to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to every reader who ever bought a book and supported making my dream to be a full-time writer come true.  I hope that you continue to enjoy my stories (no really, I quit my job, I can’t suck now!).

To celebrate not having to worry about securing time off anymore, I’ve loaded up my appearance schedule for the rest of the year.  I would love to meet each and every one of you and celebrate in person.  If you’d like to do the same, or just get your books signed and hang out with other likeminded readers, here is where you can find me.  It’s going to be a summer-long party!  PS… if you know of another event you’re attending that’s not on my list, toss it out there, maybe I’ll show up

THANK YOU!

Upcoming Appearances

May 1st-5th 2013 – RT Booklovers’ Extravaganza in Kansas City, Missouri

June 6th-9th 2013 – Lori Foster’s Reader and Author Get Together in West Chester, Ohio

June 19th-23rd 2013 Romfest in Gatlinburg, TN (Keynote speaker for welcome breakfast)

June 28th-30th 2013 Erin McCarthy’s Speed Reader Weekend in Sandusky, Ohio

August 14th-18th Authors After Dark in Savannah, Georgia

September 14th 2013 Central Ohio Fiction Writers Conference in Columbus, OH

September 19th-22nd 2013 – Lora Leigh’s Reader Appreciation Weekend (RAW) Hagerstown, Maryland

October 10th-13th 2013 – Ellora’s Cave Romanticon in Canton, OH

Jayne

www.jaynerylon.com

Winter’s Thaw Out Today

Today marks the release of the first book in the new Compass series Mari Carr and I are writing. Winter’s Thaw hits the virtual bookshelves today and I’m so excited, I can hardly stand myself! When Mari and I finished Western Ties, we tried to let go of Compton Pass, but while I was falling asleep at the RT Booklover’s convention last year (Mari and I are usually roommates at conferences) she said, “We’re going to write more Compass books.  Here’s what I’m thinking…”.  And off we went. 

The result is the Compass Girls. It’s Compton Pass twenty years after the last set of books. We tried to think figure out what would be the one thing that would terrify our hunky brave Compass Brothers and the first thing that came to mind was…DAUGHTERS. In Winter’s Thaw, Seth’s daughter, Sienna struggles with an overprotective father, a broken heart and some pretty hardcore lustful feelings for the new ranch hand, Daniel Lennon. Let the games commence!

Also fun, right now I’m putting the finishing touches on the second book in this series and I have to tell you, I’m hoping you’ll enjoy the new crew as much as I am.  Happy reading!

Winter’s Thaw is available at Samhain, Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

Sometimes life doesn’t go according to plan. Sometimes it’s better.

Compass Girls, Book 1

Sienna Compton has it all figured out. Her life’s goals are set and it is all systems go. At least, it was. Until her long-time boyfriend Josh threw a ringer into the master plan, requesting a “break” from their relationship. Now she’s left alone during the long, cold Wyoming winter, questioning what her heart has always believed to be true love.

Daniel Lennon is facing an uncertain future. When a tragic accident leaves him unable to pursue his career as a professional bull rider, he finds himself at Compass Ranch, working to help Sienna’s father, Seth, build his horse breeding business. One look at Sienna has Daniel envisioning things he never imagined wanting—a permanent home, love, marriage—and he’s willing to use all the red-hot tricks in his sexual arsenal to melt the ice surrounding Sienna’s broken heart.

When lust turns to genuine emotion, can Daniel convince Sienna to take a chance on something different and unexpected? Can he persuade her to consider a new path, one that will lead her directly to his arms…forever?

Product Warnings

Roping and riding, past and future, cold winter and fiery desire, lust and love all come together in this new Compass series. Saddle up and hang on. The Comptons are back!

Excerpt:

Daniel lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. He refused to look at his clock again. At last check—no more than five minutes earlier—it had been midnight. He’d ticked off every hour since he’d crawled into bed at nine and he was still no closer to finding sleep.

Eventually, sheer exhaustion was going to have to win out. God knew he couldn’t keep going at this rate. It had been a week since he’d kissed Sienna in the stable. He would have tried to steal more than a few heated kisses from her, but Sienna pulled away when they’d heard someone enter the stable.

Daniel shuddered to think how close Seth had come to catching them. Even though they were standing a proper distance away from each other when Seth approached, he still sensed his boss was suspicious. For one thing, Sienna’s face had been flushed, her gaze roaming everywhere to avoid her father’s questioning stare. She may as well have stamped the word guilty on her forehead.

Since then, Seth had kept a very close eye on where he was and who he was with. Not that Seth had needed to be on his guard. Sienna was doing a good enough job staying away from him without her father’s interference. He hadn’t caught more than a glimpse of her when she came home from work each day. She’d stopped eating dinner with the family and even eschewed riding her beloved mare, Maria.

According to Doug, Sienna was depressed over Josh. Daniel knew that reaction was natural, but it didn’t stop him from wishing she’d open her eyes and see him as a suitable replacement.

“Screw that,” he muttered. He didn’t intend to replace Josh. He wanted to erase him from Sienna’s thoughts forever. He wasn’t sure when his intentions had changed, but somewhere along the way, he’d stopped hoping to just get into Sienna’s pants. Lately, he’d been thinking it might be nice to find a way into her life, but that didn’t seem possible.

For one thing, she’d just gotten out of a relationship. There was no way she was ready to hop right back into one. And secondly, he’d heard her conversation with Josh. They hadn’t broken up—not officially. They’d just taken a timeout. Daniel didn’t think Sienna would let the idiot come back, but, well, dammit, he wasn’t sure.

He released an annoyed breath and forced his eyes shut. He’d never fall asleep at this rate. He tried to clear his mind of Sienna Compton completely.

A knock sounded on his door.

“What the hell?”

He listened again, wondering if he’d imagined it or if it was the cold winter wind knocking a branch against the trailer.

Another knock. Someone was definitely outside.

He rose and slipped on a pair of sweatpants. Opening the door slowly, he was surprised to find Sienna, wrapped in a coat and shivering.

“Sienna? Get in here. It’s freezing out there.”

She quickly climbed the three stairs, passing him as he closed the door.

“Is something wrong?” He couldn’t imagine there was anything—short of bad news—that would bring her to his trailer at this time of night.

She shook her head. “N-no. Everything’s fine.”

“Okay. That’s good.”

She didn’t bother to explain more. Instead, she shrugged off her coat. Underneath she was dressed in a little slip of a nightgown. He hadn’t realized until that moment that her legs were bare. She’d walked all the way over here in a bit of silk and slippers. Obviously she was paying for the decision, given her uncontrollable shivering.

“Jesus, Sienna. What the hell are you wearing? Or not wearing? You’ll be lucky if you don’t get frostbite.”

She rubbed her hands together, blowing on them for heat. “This was a lot s-sexier when my cousins and I p-planned it from the warmth of my bedroom.”

“Sexy?” Her words hit him like a sledgehammer to the forehead. “Did you come over here to sleep with me?”

Her cheeks were red from the cold, but even so, her blush enhanced the color. “If you h-have to ask, then it’s s-safe to say I’m not doing s-so well.”

He laughed. He couldn’t help it. She was here because she wanted to have sex with him? He’d never been offered such a delectable frozen treat. Unfortunately, she mistook his response.

She reached for her coat, intent on putting it back on. “This was a mistake.”

“Oh, hell no. No mistake.” He pulled the coat away from her and tossed it onto his couch. Then he tugged her into his embrace, trying to infuse her trembling form with some of his own body heat. He rubbed her back lightly.

“You’re warm,” she murmured against his chest.

“And your hands are like ice cubes.”

“Sorry.” She tried to step away, but he stopped her, gripping her wrists. He placed her palms on his chest, holding them there.

“Don’t pull away. Let me warm you up.”

They stared at each other for a few hushed moments, as Daniel allowed his gaze to travel over her silky nightie.

“Say something,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “No. You first. Ask me, Sienna. Ask me to touch you, to take you. I promised I wouldn’t do that until—”

“Touch me,” she interrupted.

Daniel didn’t wait for her to say more.

Winter’s Thaw is available at Samhain, Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

Jayne

www.jaynerylon.com

Winter’s Thaw – 5 Stars! Out Tuesday

Who’s ready for another trip to Compton Pass, Wyoming?  Fast forward twenty years for this glimpse into the next generation of Comptons.  This time the Compass Girls (daughters of the Compass Brothers) are ruling the ranch.  Check out this awesome five star review from LASR that just came in today!

The book is available for pre-order from Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Samhain Publishing.

Sometimes life doesn’t go according to plan. Sometimes it’s better.

Sienna Compton has it all figured out. Her life’s goals are set and it is all systems go. At least, it was. Until her long-time boyfriend Josh threw a ringer into the master plan, requesting a “break” from their relationship. Now she’s left alone during the long, cold Wyoming winter, questioning what her heart has always believed to be true love.

Daniel Lennon is facing an uncertain future. When a tragic accident leaves him unable to pursue his career as a professional bull rider, he finds himself at Compass Ranch, working to help Sienna’s father, Seth, build his horse breeding business. One look at Sienna has Daniel envisioning things he never imagined wanting—a permanent home, love, marriage—and he’s willing to use all the red hot tricks in his sexual arsenal to melt the ice surrounding Sienna’s broken heart.

When lust turns to genuine emotion, can Daniel convince Sienna to take a chance on something different and unexpected? Can he persuade her to consider a new path, one that will lead her directly to his arms…forever?

Warning: Roping and riding, past and future, cold winter and fiery desire, lust and love all come together in this new Compass series. Saddle up and hang on. The Comptons are back!

Pre-Order King Cobra (Excerpt and Cover Preview!)

King Cobra marks the start of a new series, Hot Rods, a spinoff of Powertools.  The crew makes plenty of cameos as they help their mechanic cousins find their way to the an arrangement like the one the construction workers have been enjoying for a while now.  There are six books in the series starting with this one, which will release on April 16th.  It’s up for preorder now at Amazon and should be up at Barnes & Noble soon.  Plus the cover for Mustang Sally, book two, is official now… isn’t she pretty? 

Here’s a little more about what you can expect.  A blurb from both along with an exclusive excerpt from King Cobra!  I hope you enjoy the new gang as much as I have writing them.

Nothing’s sexier than seven men with hot rods.

King Cobra, Hot Rods, Book 1

After Eli’s mother died, his father honored her life’s mission as a social worker by taking in several kids from the wrong side of the tracks. Not all of them stuck, but those who did became Eli’s quasi family.

Their bonds, forged in fires set by their personal demons, are unbreakable—or so Eli wants to believe. Especially since he and Alanso, his best friend and head mechanic, witnessed the overpowering allure of polyamory while visiting the Powertools crew.

Much as Eli would like to deepen the relationships among his foster brothers and sister in the Hot Rods Restoration Team, he’s hesitant to risk everything on a quick romp behind a stack of tires.

But when Eli catches Alanso exploring their mutual fantasy at a known hookup spot in a public park, all bets are off. And Eli must decide if it’s time to jump in full throttle—and trust his instincts to guide him through the night.  If the pair of mechanics can dodge the potholes in their own relationship, maybe they can race together toward the unconventional arrangement with Mustang Sally they both desire.

Warning: Fasten your seatbelts, this is going to be a wild (and naughty) ride!

Mustang Sally

Hot Rods, Book 2

Salome “Sally” Rider is flooring the gas pedal of her pink ’69 Mustang, desperate to outrun the memory of two of her fellow mechanics getting busy with some bar skank on the hood of a classic car. On her custom paint job.

For years her emotions have withered while her lost boys, her Hot Rods, have grown closer than brothers. Maybe some down time with the Powertools sexperts will help her figure out why Eli and Alanso went looking for some strange, when Sally was waiting right at the ends of their grease-smudged noses.

Sally is dead wrong about what she thought she saw, and Eli “King Cobra” London and the rest of the thoroughly rattled Hot Rods are determined prove it. They’ll show her in the sexiest possible way that she’s not merely an interchangeable part in their well-oiled machine.

Yet just as Eli gets up the nerve to make a very indecent proposal, a ghost rises from her painful past. Threatening to slam the brakes on their future before they can get it in gear.

EXCERPT FROM KING COBRA:

“What’s taking so long, Diaz?” Eli knocked Alanso’s thick, bunched biceps with the tool he carried. “We’re trying to make a profit here, you know?”

Alanso couldn’t seem to wipe his glare away as easily as he rid his brow of the moisture dotting it. He snatched the wrench from Eli and returned to his task without taking the bait. If Eli couldn’t fuck, the least the guy could do was give him the courtesy of engaging in a decent fight. His teeth ground together.

“You hear me, huevón? This isn’t some charity case. Hot Rods is a business. Don’t spend all day on a five-hundred-dollar job.” Eli thumped the hood, knowing how the impact would reverberate.

Alanso’s shoulders tensed. The clench of muscles along his spine altered the shape of his tattoos. Still, he said nothing about the low blow—or how he’d repaid the Londons a million times over for their hand-up through a solid decade of friendship and loyalty—and continued about his job. One he was damn fine at performing. No one could make an engine purr like Alanso.

“You want half-assed, go hire a motorman from the chain in town.” He didn’t bother to acknowledge Eli with a look.

Still, as Alanso’s boss and best friend, Eli knew that tone well enough. It’d be accompanied by Al’s tattooed middle finger sticking up along that wrench, he’d bet.

The defiance made Eli long to grab the other man’s chin and force him to gaze up. Maybe then Alanso would see the desperation making Eli more unhinged than Mustang Sally during a particularly bad bout of PMS. God help them all.

He’d never wanted something he couldn’t have so badly before. Except maybe to heal his mom during those horrid weeks she’d spent dying.

Terror and a soul-deep pain that never entirely faded turned him into something no better than a cornered animal. Eli lashed out. “Good idea. Maybe they’d spend less time checking me out and do their goddamned work.”

A clang surprised him. He didn’t quite realize what had happened until a spark flew from the metal tool where it connected with the concrete floor of the garage. Alanso had winged the thing an inch or less from Eli’s thankfully steel-toed boot when he spun around.

He wouldn’t have missed by accident.

“Para el carajo! Maybe I should’ve done more than look. You’re obviously too hardheaded to man up and come for me. So the deal’s off the table. I’ve wasted too much time on a dude who’s in denial. You’re right about that.” Alanso sneered. “I’m tired of waiting for you to grow some cojones.”

“Keep your voice down.” Eli checked over his shoulder. Kaige and Carver didn’t so much as glance in their direction, but the stillness of their bodies made it clear they caught at least wisps of the conversation. Years of tough living had taught the men to tread lightly in conflict. At least until swinging a punch became necessary. Then it was likely to become a free-for-all.

“Joder! Now you want to shut me up. Come mierda.” Alanso scrubbed a hand over his bald head, leaving a streak of oil that tempted Eli to buff it away, maybe with his five o’clock shadow. “Wouldn’t want the rest of the Hot Rods hearing about the good life and how we’re not living it, right? They might revolt.”

“Hey, I’ve never kept anyone against their will. You all chose to stay here. With me. The door’s open.” Eli waved toward the enormous rolling metal sheets that protected the garage bays at night or when the weather turned cold. Through them, the pumps of the service station his dad had started were visible.

A flash of something miserable twisted Alanso’s usually smiling lips into a grimace.

The gesture had Eli thinking of something other than what it would feel like to get a blowjob from the man. That was a first after weeks of studying that mouth.

He reached out, but it was too late. Alanso dodged, taking a step back and then another.

“You know what, Cobra.” He grabbed his crotch hard enough to make Eli wince. “You can suck it. Or, then again… No, you can’t. That fucking checkered flag has dropped, amigo.”

Reflex, instinct, dread—something—inspired Eli to lunge for the man who turned away. Warm, moist skin met his palm.

“Get your fucking hands off me.” When the engine guru pivoted, the unusual chill in his brown eyes froze Eli in his tracks. “You had your chance. You blew it. For us both. I’m out of here.”

“You’re quitting?” Eli gaped as the bottom fell out of his stomach. “Wait—”

“Hell no. I told you I’m over that bus-stop phase.” Alanso sliced his hand through the air between them. His knuckles skimmed Eli’s chest. They left a slash of fire across his heart. “I’ve got places to go and people to do. There are things I gotta learn about myself. And for the first time since we were fifteen, you’re not going to be a part of that with me. Your loss.”

“Shit. I-I’m sorry.” Eli couldn’t find a way to say what for. For violating their friendship, for wanting to destroy what they had or for acting like an ass by postponing the inevitable—he couldn’t make up his mind. “Don’t go.”

They’d drawn a crowd. Even Roman inched closer now. The tough yet quiet guy stared openly at their spectacle. Charged air had somehow tipped off Sally too. She emerged from the painting booth, crossing the bays at an alarming rate. If she got tangled up in this, Eli would never forgive himself. Of all their gang, he knew better than to trample on her emotions. Her heart would rip in two if she had any idea of the rift opening at his feet right now.

Just like his chest was hewn.

“I’m not leaving leaving, Cobra.” Alanso lowered his voice. “This is my home. I hope some things haven’t changed. Let me know if I’m no longer welcome and I’ll pack my shit. But I can’t fucking do this anymore. Not for another damn minute. I have to know what it’s like. To be honest about who I am and what I want. Before I lose any more respect for either of us.”

“Fine then.” Eli leaned forward before he could stop himself. The awful sensations sliding through his guts had to stop. Fast. Before the rest of the garage got caught in their crossfire. He shoved Alanso hard enough the man stumbled across the threshold before catching his balance. It felt like forcing a baby bird from the nest. He only hoped Al spread his wings fast enough. “Get the hell out. Do what you gotta do.”

Alanso mouthed a plea out of sight of the guys now wiping hands on coveralls and milling near in a semi-circle. “Come with me.”

Eli slammed his fist on the big red button on the doorframe beside him. With an ominous rattle, the metal door began to lower between them, severing all communication as completely as if the aluminum were a drawbridge over a monster-filled moat.

The scream of a crotch rocket taking off at unwise speeds ricocheted through their space. Gravel pinged when it slung against the barrier he’d erected.

“What the fuck did you do to him, Cobra?” Sally canted her head as she laid into Eli.

“You’ve really been acting like a snake lately, ever since Dave’s accident. Hissing at anyone who comes near. We get that you’re afraid of losing people important to you. The crew’s near miss seems to have scared you stupid. I get it, I do.”

He closed his eyes, trying to block out the concern she voiced for all the rest of the guys staring at him.

“But keep going like you are and you’ll drive him away.”

“Stop talking, Salome .” He knew better than to tell her to shut up, even if she didn’t understand how her insight cut him. Hopefully using her full name would be enough to convey how serious he was. He couldn’t dive into the details.

No way could he admit what he and Alanso had seen. What they’d done.

“You better not have let your fear hurt him. Tell me you didn’t.” Her emerald eyes begged much more softly than her steely tone.

Eli didn’t bother to lie.

The hand she let fly didn’t catch him by surprise. She loved Alanso. They all did.

Which was why he didn’t bother to duck. He deserved the stinging impact of her open palm on his cheek. That and more. Because even as his head whipped to the side, he admired the stretch of her petite frame when she stood on her tiptoes, her raven hair and the glint of her fancy-painted fingernails, one of her pride and joys.

If he’d only wanted Alanso, maybe the two of them could have explored the possibility. But he was going to hell because he lusted after all of the Hot Rods.

The gang held their collective breath, waiting to see how he would react to Sally’s uncharacteristic act of violence. Roman stiffened, prepared to spring to her defense.

All the fight leeched out of Eli.

No matter how bad it got, they didn’t have to be afraid he’d attack one of their own.

Then again, hadn’t he done just that?

The damage he’d wrought would be far worse than the impact of a fist.

His shoulders dropped and his head hung. “I’ll get him back.”

“You’d fucking better.” Mustang Sally shook her hand before propping it on her hip and pointing to the door. “Don’t come home without him.”

The five remaining guys closed rank around their littlest member. They knew she’d hate for Eli to see her tears or her alarm. He didn’t waste any time offering comfort she wouldn’t welcome. Kaige, Carver, Holden, Roman and Bryce would take good care of her.

They didn’t need him.

But Alanso might.

Preorder now from Amazon.

Jayne

www.jaynerylon.com

Interview & 4.5 Stars from RT Book Reviews

I’m thrilled to share this interview RT Book Reviews did about the making of Pick Your Pleasure.  If you want to know a little more about how it came to be and the behind the scenes stuff, this one is for you!

Plus, they honored the book with a 4 1/2 star review!  I’m thrilled to share my favorite part of the review, “With an irresistible format this book will have readers reading and rereading it over and over again.“ You can check out the full recap here.

Or if you want to jump right to reading, I hope you enjoy it as much as they did!  The book is available in both ebook and print versions here:

EBOOK

Available at Amazon

Available at Barnes & Noble

Available at All Romance Ebooks

Available from KOBO

Available from Smashwords

IN PRINT

You can get it either from Amazon here or directly from Createspace here.

Jayne

www.jaynerylon.com

Sexapalooza

Thought I’d share a few photos this morning from Sexapalooza, which is going on this weekend in Columbus, OH.  I had a chance to talk to a TON of people.  It was packed and lots of fun.  My good friend and fellow author Jambrea Jo Jones also attended the event and we ran amok together through the dungeon and the sex museum as well as browsing (and maybe buying a few things!) from a bunch of vendors.  They had all kinds of toys, tattoos, body painting, fun picture opportunities (yes, like the man dressed in a giant penis costume), there were burlesque dancers, pole dancers, male strippers and don’t forget the Ellora’s Cave booth complete with their sexy bus.  I can’t wait to do it again next year!

PS… Don’t forget, Compass Girls #1, Winter’s Thaw is out in just two weeks   Pre-order from  Amazon or Barnes & Noble or direct from Samhain Publishing.

Jayne

www.jaynerylon.com

Pick Your Pleasure – Article & Feedback

Check out this neat article on Pick Your Pleasure and the style book by Romance Novel News. It contains fair criticisms of the format. I am planning a sequel for Henry’s story, so I’ll have to see what I can brainstorm but I’m curious… for those of you who have tried it (or not) what did you like or what kept you from being interested?  Anyone else have suggestions for improvement?  I’m always open to them!

If you missed it, here’s a little more about the book.

EBOOK

Available at Amazon

Available at Barnes & Noble

Available at All Romance Ebooks

Available from KOBO

Available from Smashwords

Coming soon from iBooks

IN PRINT

You can get it either from Amazon here or directly from Createspace here.

Coming soon from Barnes & Noble and other retailers

Blurb:

Ever read a book and wish the heroine hadn’t done that, gone there, or slept with that guy?  Well, now you’re in charge.  The reader decides what happens here.

Tailor your perfect short story or be adventurous and read through all the different paths to see where life can take you…if you choose.

Go ahead, pick your pleasure.

Linley Lane, CEO of Lane Technologies, has had enough of blah dates.  When she decides to shake things up with a visit to an underground sex club she’s heard rumors about, she realizes she’s way out of her league.  This is no usual hookup spot.

Presented with two potential guides for the night—men who turn her on more in a matter of minutes than a year of lame dating in her high-class circles did—she’s got some tough decisions to make about how she wants to spend the rest of her evening and just how dirty she intends to get.

Will she choose to be romanced by a sexy gentleman?  Or will she indulge the rare anonymity Underground affords to revel in wild excess with a likeminded rebel?  And where will they go from there?

Everything is up to you.

Don’t Take My Word For It (click links for full reviews)

“Pick Your Pleasure by Jayne Rylon is a fun treat!!! You control the story that you are reading and have fun doing it.  I love that a group of women could be all reading the same book with totally different stories! I plan to go back and follow the other story paths. Hope you enjoy this one as much as I have!!! Happy choosing!!!” – 4.5 Stars & True Gem from KC Lu at Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews

“Ms. Rylon has tapped into a sadly unused side of my personality and it is done with absolute awesomeness! I can indulge my playful and curious side, all while being titillated and aroused. It’s really the best of both worlds all wrapped up in one deliciously adult package. I swear that woman is a genius! And it’s all offset by the sexy kind of writing that Ms. Rylon does so well. There is a reason I devour every single one of her books I can get my hands on. That’s because she tells interesting stories with smoking hot love scenes that are incendiary enough to make even a nun spontaneously combust.” 5 Stars from Ursula at Love Books!

Excerpt:

“You’ll require a guide for your adventure tonight.” her greeter said as if he could sense the uncertainty swirling around her brain. “New members are always paired with a veteran on their first go around to ensure their enjoyment.”

“I thought that was your job?”  She tipped her head as she examined his expression.

“I wish I were so lucky.”  He gave her a tiny bow.  “Chase and Ryder have both offered their company this evening.  We’ll leave the choice to you.  Play nice, boys.”

The greeter winked at her before retreating, perhaps to collect another very willing guest from the garage.

“So long as I don’t have to fight fair.” The bump on scruffy guy’s nose attested to his experience with brawling.  She felt bad for prince charming across the table if things came to blows.

“Wouldn’t expect you to, Ryder.”  The burnished blond shook his head though he smiled as he said it.

Dashing, dangerous, and devilish, Ryder scooted closer and laid his palm high on her thigh.  Entirely too close to the hem of her dress for someone she hadn’t even officially been introduced to yet.

Denying the electricity his skin conducted would have been pure insanity.  Hot and firm, his touch did things to her she’d never imagined possible with a single contact.  He didn’t wait for her approval or shrink from her—Linley Lane, CEO.

Was it like this for other women?  Or was this man something special?

A tiny connection and he did more for her than the parade of perfect men who’d come before him.  She blew out a sigh that ruffled her bangs, washing her cheeks with a cool breeze.

“Hands off my lady, please.”  Chase didn’t seem disturbed by the zero-to-a-million-and-sixty approach Ryder adopted with her.  His quiet confidence made her do a double take at his model good looks.  Hell, he had most of Hollywood beat in her book.

Piercing blue eyes met her curious stare.  He didn’t flinch from her inspection.  Patient yet persistent, he waited for her to look her fill.  With thick lashes and a couple of laugh lines that hinted at a good nature, she hoped she wasn’t drooling.

What were the odds?  Two men.  Both of whom she had compelling—if completely opposite—chemistry with.

Hot damn.

Linley licked her lips.

“Would you care for a drink?”  Chase’s smooth baritone made her blink twice before she deciphered his offer.

“Yes, please.”  She studied his expert handling of the bottle, impressed with how he poured the crisp liquid without spilling a single bubbly drop.  When she reached for the stemware he proffered, he surprised her by clasping her fingers in a gentle yet sure hold then dusting the back of her hand with his lips.

A tantalizing appetizer.

Before she could dig in, he slipped the glass into her hand and wrapped her fingers around the delicate crystal.

“What century are you from?” Ryder growled as he ignored his rival to focus on her.  “Either way, you’ll be ancient before you get to the good shit with him.”

The rebel’s fingers hadn’t moved from her leg.  Well, maybe they had.  Higher.

Instead of creeping her out, his deft massage encouraged Linley to sink into the tufted velvet, allowing her thighs to relax and part.  Just a bit.

“You didn’t come here tonight to be bored, did you?”  Ryder reached across her to cup her cheek in his broad, slightly callused hand while the other continued to mesmerize her with his intuitive knowledge of her erogenous zones.  Nudging her chin up, he forced her to meet his gaze.  His fingers curled around her nape, and he leaned forward until his lips nearly collided with hers.  “Pick me.  I’ll make sure you never forget the night you decided to be a bad girl.”

When she nearly succumbed to the promise of his slightly rough cheek to steal a kiss, he retreated, though his skilled fingers continued their insidious assault.

“I hardly call romance dull.”  Chase sipped from his glass, reminding her of the treat fizzing away before her.

Linley downed a swallow or two.  Moisture gathered at the corner of her mouth.  Before she could reach for her napkin, Chase swiped a droplet from her lips with his thumb then sampled the mingled flavor of the alcohol and her skin.

“Delicious.”  He savored the taste and looked like he might go for another.

She wished he would.  Instead he withheld the pleasure, making her yearn for more.

A glint from Ryder’s direction had her glancing away in time to see him chug his drink then pour another round.  The powerful flex of his throat—primal and strong—inspired her.  In her mind, she could picture nibbling the cords there as he rode her.  With him, she wouldn’t have to beg for what she wanted.

He wouldn’t make her take.

So many times, she had to be the aggressor.  In meetings.  In dating.  Handing over the reins would be a welcome relief.  This man would afford her that luxury.

When he was down to the last sip of the second round, he held it in his mouth and set his glass on the table with a clunk.  This time he didn’t stop when he swooped in.  His lips landed on hers without apology.

Ryder proved that though he might lack stealth, he had finesse in abundance.  His mouth turned hers pliant as he shared the rich drink and a taste of what a night with him would be like.  He sucked on her tongue, using the slightest edge of his teeth to awaken nerves gone drowsy with an intoxicating blend of allures.

When he withdrew, he bit her lip lightly, letting the subtle sting remind her of the things he’d done to her body without effort.  Her nipples rubbed against the padding of her bra.  She attempted to cross her legs to appease the part of her that screamed for pressure right where she needed it most.

To her surprise, it was Chase who prevented her from trapping Ryder’s palm between her thighs.  “No, love.  Don’t hide.  You didn’t come here tonight for that.”

“And what if I’ve changed my mind?”  Having two men bracketing her, promising her their own brand of sexy fun, overwhelmed her.  For a moment, she wondered if she could handle it.  Or would she disappoint them?  It wasn’t like she had a ton of experience.

“Then let me take you home.”  Chase’s solution seemed genuine.  “That’s not code for anything, by the way.  I’ll drop you at your door, safe and sound, if you’d prefer.”

“No one’s forcing her.”  Ryder seemed offended.  “But I won’t let you lie to yourself, wildcat.  You came hunting for this.  You’re soaked.  My finger isn’t sliding around on its own down there.  I’ll make it easy for you, give you things you never dreamed you needed.”

Linley’s head thunked against the seat as she dropped it backward.  “Too bad I can’t have you both.”

Ryder laughed.  The easy, boisterous sound made it clear he did it often.  With gusto.  “In my world, that’s an option.  Here we’re Underground.  The next level below us is called Downstairs.  I hang out a bit deeper.  The Basement of the club offers the possibility of ménage, among other more daring pursuits.  Chase doesn’t sink that low, though.”

She peeked up in time to catch the other man’s tiny frown.

“That’s true,” Chase confirmed.  “I prefer to stick to Downstairs.  And I fly solo.  I assure you, you won’t need other men when you have my full attention.  For dipping your toe in, I recommend the first level of the club.  Perfect for wading.”

“Screw that.  Jump into the deep end.”  Ryder lifted his palm from her saturated thigh, licked his finger, and then held out his hand.  “I won’t let you drown.”

“Neither will I.”  Chase extended one of his as well.

“So, who will it be, Linley?”  She didn’t have time to wonder how they knew her name.

Instead she searched inside and uttered her preference for tonight.

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