Jayne Rylon's Blog, page 19

A great mail day! (Contest winner announced!)

I'm mostly surviving my first week back to real life after the Hawaiian vacation.   It's almost Friday and I had a great mail day!  Razor's Edge will be out in print officially on 10/4 and I recieved my author copies today.  Always amazing to see the book in it's final form.  And as if a new print book weren't enough to celebrate, I'm thrilled to say the ink on the contracts I teased about recently is now dry.

There will be at least two more books in the Powertools series after Devon's Pair (#4). Nailed to the Wall (#5) and Hammer it Home (#6) will be out from Samhain Press in 2012 along with Devon's Pair, which releases in Jan 2012. WOOHOO!

And in even more good news… Fans who have been waiting for Luke Malone's (from Dream Machine) story will also be happy with next year   Healing Touch will expand on the Play Doctor series.  You can expect lots of foursome fun and visiting again with Kurt and Becca from Dream Machine.

I also wanted to say thank you to everyone who helped me celebrate the release of Mistress's Master.  Please join me in congratulating the winner of my Hawaiian souvenir contest, Regina Ross!  Regina please email me at contact@jaynerylon.com to claim your prize.

Going to have some celebratory ice cream!  I wish you all could join me.

Jayne

www.jaynerylon.com

Can we slow time down just a little?

I'm reaching the end of my time here in Hawaii… BOO.  I wish I could slow things down just a little.  I wanted to say thanks to everyone who made the release of Mistress's Master a success.  I appreciate your support and hope that you're enjoying the read.  Would love to know what you think about Jeremy and Lily's story!

For now, here are a few pictures from my trip.  We went to Molokini off the coast of Maui today for a snorkel/snuba trip.  The water was super clear with 150+ feet of visibility.  Fantastic!  Tomorrow afternoon we're flying back to Oahu to get ready to fly home Saturday night.  Did I say boo yet?

Good news is that I'm rested up and ready to get back home and get to work on my next book!

Jayne

www.jaynerylon.com

Mistress's Master Out Today!

It's finally here!  RELEASE DAY!  I'm bouncing up and down over here in Hawaii.  Sorry for being later than usual posting but even getting up at the crack of dawn here means I'm six hours behind normal for me.  It's kind of fun living in the future   Or maybe the past… Hmmm… however that works.  I never was great at telling time.  Except for one thing.  I'm sure that it's time for Jeremy and Lily's story to be out in the world.  I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.  I really adore the Men in Blue and the ever expanding group of friends.  So… before I ramble on forever…. here's a naughtier excerpt than what I've posted here before since this is probably my dirtiest book to date.  Don't forget to comment for a chance to win a souvenir from my trip to Hawaii!

Thank you to everyone who has supported this series so far!

"Clint, Matt." Jeremy glanced between his friends. "Suit up. Give it to her."

Lily mourned the loss when Jeremy slipped from between her legs. A trickle of her arousal chased him down her thigh. She'd come hard enough to rattle her molars, and still she burned. Though she'd always enjoyed sex with multiple partners, she would have given what remained of her life savings to have this man topping her and teaching her to love it again and again.

She must have closed her eyes as she took stock of the internal devastation he'd left in the wake of his passing, as damaging as an F5 tornado. What had happened to her carefully constructed defenses? How had he razed them with one simple fuck?

Nothing about Jeremy could be uncomplicated. If she were honest, months of slow erosion had weakened the foundation of her convictions. Nights filled with seductive dreams had piqued her curiosity.

Now she knew. One taste of him would never suffice.

So where had he gone? She searched the limited field of her vision. Had he slaked his craving? Would his interest persist after taming Mistress Lily?

There could be no doubt between them. She'd crumbled in the face of his mastery.

Sex Offender amplified her lingering arousal until it became painful and insistent. She needed to fuck. The one man she wanted was nowhere to be found.

"Don't worry."

She moaned when he crouched beside her shoulder, tipping her face toward his.

Jeremy rained kisses over her cheeks, her forehead and her lips. He leaned in close to murmur in her ear. "I don't need drugs to addict me to you. We're going to talk about that stunt later. It's not your right to harm my property."

She groaned as she pictured herself bound to his bed with smooth silk ties. Candlelight flickered over her bare body before splashes of fragrant wax transformed her into a canvas, primed to display his Pollock-esque art. The altered chemistry of her brain advocated the idea. Her abdomen flexed as her pussy squeezed, hugging only air.

Damn it, she needed him. However she had to buy his touch.

"That's right. I might have to dole out some discipline before I feed my cock to your hungry pussy. Soon."

"Promise?" She couldn't believe the wistful rasp shading her question.

"Yeah." His rare full-on smile stole her breath. "Watching you take these men will have me hard. Fast. It won't be long before we're joined again. And next time it'll be even better."

"I'm not sure that's possible."

"Flattery won't save you, slave." He raised his voice for all to hear as he regained his feet. "You're nowhere near finished. In fact, you've only begun."

Lily cast her gaze around the stage. Spectators encroached, shrinking the diameter of free space buffering her from the swarming masses. Several of the men in the front row rubbed their crotches through their fetish gear. A few extracted their cocks, rubbing slow and long or fast and furious over the tips of their dicks as they observed Clint inch between her legs.

A cramp gripped her, forcing her to groan despite her gritted teeth. The relaxation of her orgasm faded as the temporary reprieve Jeremy had granted disintegrated and the scalding urge to procreate returned, stealing her sanity.

"Come on, Clint." Jeremy gripped her tethered wrists in one hand. She stared up at where he stood—legs spread, one hand on his hip—and encouraged his colleague to fuck her. Not because he got off on watching, though he might, but because he correctly interpreted her cravings. "If you can't do it, move aside. She's getting worse. I won't stand for anyone to hurt her."

A few of the guests took a step back.

The authority in Jeremy's tone might have given her pause too if she hadn't been the recipient of his protection. Another blast of desire ripped through her, this time knotting her muscles until she swore a charley horse wrung her uterus.

"Breathe." Jeremy covered her mouth with his warm lips and infused her with a taste of peach candy. Who would guess a man like him would have a sweet tooth?

She inhaled, if only to draw the scent of him into her lungs.

"That's it." He shared several puffs of air with her, establishing a pattern. "Keep it up."

She focused on obeying as he monitored her implementation of his feedback. After a handful of breaths, he nodded.

"What are you waiting for?" he growled at Clint.

The officer drew a triangle between her, Jeremy and Matt. When his stare clashed with his partner's, he shrugged. "Is this insane?"

"Yes." Matt scrubbed his hands through his exceptionally short hair. "Totally."

Lily cried out when a spasm clenched her toes. From breasts to pussy, her nerves screamed. Her nails scraped Jeremy's forearm when her fingers curled into fists. Why wouldn't someone touch her?

"Get out of my way. I'll fuck her if you won't."

Ryan deflected the man who attempted to breach the shrinking gap between her and the throng of Morselli's acquaintances.

"It's crazy. But she needs it. You." Matt placed his hand on Clint's shoulder then nudged his partner closer to her. "Do it."

"Are you sure, Lily?"

He didn't hear her whimpered, "No."

"She's not calling the shots." Jeremy diverted attention from her as she mouthed a thank you in Matt's direction. "Her fate is in my hands. And I say fuck her."

Clint cursed as he surrounded his hard-on with his thick fingers. He glanced in her direction. "I can't resist."

She wrestled with the raw passion singeing her guts until something warm and smooth nudged her pussy. A shriek ripped past her lips before she could stop it.

If he'd pulled back any faster, Clint would have busted his ass.

Ben prevented him from retreating another step. The slave wasn't timid. He put his hands on Clint's waist and guided the other man into place.

Encouragement bubbled up then crescendoed as bystanders joined the chant. "Do it. Do it. Do it."

This time, when Clint touched the tip of his erection to her soaked folds, he didn't hesitate. Lily trembled as he worked his length inside her. She soaked in the pressure of Jeremy's hands, which cupped her shoulders, planting her in place. He braced her for his friend to plow into.

"Oh, shit." Clint's erection throbbed where it lodged partially inside her. "She's on fire. That stuff she took…"

"It's more than that." Jeremy's declaration brimmed with pride. "She's flawless. Adventurous. Dying to please me, and you because I've expressed my wish. Give it to her, Clint."

The fun-loving cop turned serious. He clutched the cords suspending her. Level with his solid chest, his fists closed around the pair attached in the crease between her spread thighs and her hips. She sighed as he soothed some of the intensity inside her, turning it into ecstasy.

"Good girl." Jeremy petted her hair, wrapping the long length around his hands. "Does he feel nice inside that steamy pussy?"

"No." She squirmed in an attempt to lock them together more solidly. Instead, her motion squeezed Clint from her depths as he began to thrust, still edging deeper inside the inferno of her body.

"Little liar." Jeremy grinned as he bent slightly, reaching for her breasts.

She choked when he palmed the mounds. Under the influence of Sex Offender, it felt like he'd draped a cool, damp cloth over massive sunburn.

"You three, put your hands on her. Touch her. Everywhere." Jeremy jerked his chin at Ben, Ryan and Matt.

Jayne

www.jaynerylon.com

Happy Labor Day – Contest!

I hope everyone else is having as great a Labor Day as I am.  This one will be unbelievably hard to top.  Today we went snorkeling in Honolua Bay then driving around West Maui.  Tomorrow we're doing the Road to Hana drive.  So many things to see and do here!  Every part of every island seems totally different than the rest.  All of them amazing.  Some more pictures for you including one my husband took of me exploring the reef.  On top of all this fun, Mistress's Master releases tomorrow!  If I got any happier I think my heart might explode   Remember to leave a comment to be entered into a drawing for a souvenir from my trip.

Jayne

www.jaynerylon.com

Hi from Maui!

Having an awesome time!  Each place I go, I think to myself it can't get any better.  And then it does.  Today we moved from Kauai to Maui and while I was sad to say goodbye to the garden island, I'm loving the little bit I've seen here.  I've posted a few more pictures from the last couple days (including some of the Na'Pali coast boat/snorkel trip we took yesterday).  I hope you are all enjoying the Labor Day weekend back home.  I know going back to work will stink, but Mistress's Master comes out on Tuesday so I hope that will be something to look forward to anyway.  I know it is for me   I can't wait to share Lily and Jeremy's story with all of you.

Don't forget to comment for a chance to win a souvenir from my trip

Jayne

www.jaynerylon.com

Oops, I jumped the gun – Contest

Mari Carr was kind enough to point out that vacation has distorted my sense of time!  Mistress's Master actually comes out NEXT Tuesday 9/6.  I apologize for the confusion.  The good news is this gives you a whole extra week to get entered to win a souvenir from my trip to Hawaii   Just comment on this post to play.

In the meantime, here's an excerpt from Men in Blue book 3 along with some more pictures, this time I'm on Kaua'i.

Nothing can bring her to her knees—except a dose of her own medicine.

Men in Blue, Book 3

Mistress Lily, proprietress of the elite Black Lily club, battles something more frightening than the dark forces of her own desire. SexOffender, a potent aphrodisiac designer drug with terrifying side effects, is ripping through the BDSM community.

Determined to protect her charges, Lily plays a dangerous game, cozying up to the drug's creator while secretly smuggling victims to safety. It's a war she's losing…until the night she spots an undercover cop at what is supposed to be a private bash.

Blind luck scored Jeremy Radisson the break he needed to get close to Morselli. Gaining the kingpin's trust, though, means revealing parts of his past as a legendary Dom. And teaming up with a woman who doesn't have a submissive bone in her body, yet dominates his every fantasy.

When Morselli unexpectedly changes the rules, Lily and Jeremy find themselves pitted against each other in a wicked game of who's-on-top. Lily's forced to make a desperate choice to prove her loyalty. Jeremy relies on every ounce of his power to keep her safe without blowing their cover while praying they survive long enough to find out if she'll kneel for him…forever.

Product Warnings

Buckle up! This book is a one-way ticket to Dir-tay Town. Stops along the way include Massive Ménage Village, Sex Machine Square and Fisting City. What else would you expect from an experienced Mistress and the Master who tames her?

Excerpt

Copyright © 2011 Jayne Rylon

All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

The crack of the whip rent the air. Strips of oiled leather painted bright crimson streaks across pale skin. Shock waves originated from the impact site then radiated through the rapt audience. Jeremy wouldn't have been surprised if the wooden bleachers they sat on tipped over since nearly all the members in attendance leaned forward in their seats. Relaxed, he reclined, slowly spinning the stem of his wineglass between his fingers.

He closed his eyes.

Not to avoid the scene before him. Rather to savor the crisp whistle of the expertly wielded tool. It sounded again and again. Pregnant anticipation overflowed the instant before the braided cat-o'-nine connected with its target—a fit male slave's taut buttocks. Even Jeremy could appreciate the man's form, as if he were a marble statue in the Smithsonian.

Except this art lived. It breathed, groaned and…screamed.

The slave on the receiving end of Mistress Lily's strike jerked in the wide leather cuffs shackling him, spread eagle, facing the dungeon wall. His fists clenched, and his toes curled where they hung six inches or so off the concrete floor. The man tolerated pain well. He responded beautifully, evidence of the quality of his training.

Another precisely placed contact blasted the audience with reverberations of the energy sparking between the slave and his Mistress. The woman—so tiny, so elegant, so gorgeous and so damn strong—could deliver extreme punishment and still seem like an avenging angel or a violent fairy. She overwhelmed Jeremy with admiration. And lust.

The only thing better than observing her work would be to have her at his mercy.

He placed his drink on a silver tray beside his premium seat, which she had reserved at his last-minute request. Suddenly, he feared he'd grip the delicate crystal goblet too tightly and crush the dazzling vessel. A true Master understood his strength and protected the things he valued at all times. At all costs. Even if it meant denying himself something he'd like—no, needed—to have.

With his free hand, he adjusted himself. One thought of Lily ruined his ironclad control. Yet another reason he should leave her the hell alone.

Three months had passed since he'd cornered the manager of Black Lily, an underground bondage club. He chuckled to himself. The fetish label seemed frivolous, fun and light compared to all that had gone on there. Jeremy recalled trapping Lily in her office to probe for information on his last—current, really—case.

He'd stolen a taste of her succulent lips while they'd wrestled for dominance.

Witnesses to her skills would have laughed him out of the dungeon if he expressed his suspicions, but he swore he'd sensed a hairline crack in her armor. That miniscule hint of surrender had driven his imagination mad every night since. He'd replayed the encounter in his mind so many times he might have worn out those brain cells.

Tonight he didn't have to rely on the vivid memory. Despite explicit orders from his boss—the head of the DEA task force tracking The Scientist and his designer drug—to avoid Lily's domain, he hadn't been able to comply with the directive. He'd sat on his hands long enough. Twelve weeks worth of idleness had compelled him to take a risk when he'd caught wind of tonight's extravaganza in Lily's honor.

He wouldn't miss her going away party.

Where did she plan to run to anyway? When would she come home?

Something was happening. He could sense it in every fiber of his being. So why hadn't she reached out? She wouldn't disappear without warning. Wouldn't abandon the legitimate submissives who begged for her mastery and relied on her to provide a safe outlet for their desires. Would she?

All attempts to contact her had failed. She'd obviously received his veiled messages and saved him a spot. Still, she hadn't had the guts to pick up his call or accost him in one of the shadowy recesses he'd lurked in before the show began. Had she lingered nearby, had the roles been reversed, he couldn't have prevented himself from initiating contact.

Damn her.

Despite his frustration, he appraised the star of his fantasies. Her waist-length braid would make a great tether, wrapped around his wrist. Thick and shiny, it snaked down her vinyl-coated spine. The rope tapered off near the swell of her pert ass, which made his palm itch to smack it. He'd give his last month's pay to observe it jiggle and flush red. Spanking her—inspiring a sting across his skin even as he shared the burn—ranked high on his bucket list.

High-gloss, obsidian fabric might as well have been painted onto her skin. It couldn't get more form fitting. Every curve of her toned calves and thighs along with her lush hips and breasts tantalized him—visible yet hidden. Catwoman couldn't hold a flame to her.

His obsession released her prey temporarily, enlisting the help of two additional slaves to reposition the focus of her attention. Her devotees scrambled to obey. If they behaved, exceeding her lofty expectations, they might be next. This could be their last chance to suffer for her. To shine for her. The beauty of the voluntary power exchange playing out before him stole his breath.

It'd been so long.

The glorious oblation of her admirers underscored the horror wrought by those who would pervert the sacred relationship, forcing others to submit. As had happened here so recently. Hell, maybe still did in the unmonitored corners of the dungeon.

Had Lily decided to abandon her haven because evil continued to infiltrate the club?

Why wouldn't his superiors turn him loose? Let him help.

Maybe they figured he'd be recognized. After all, he had assisted Lily in freeing the victims of her psychotic, drug-addicted father and the chemical for which the asshole had sacrificed his life.

Jeremy doubted he would ever enter this place without remembering the day he'd stood by Lily's side as she personally apologized to each woman she'd unshackled and escorted to safety. He'd tried to comfort her silent anguish and convince her the victims' misery hadn't been her fault.

Yet, the Dom in him understood the burden of her suffering. The injury, or worse, of a submissive entrusted to your care and protection left a soul-deep scar that never healed.

He carried one of his own.

Jeremy resisted the urge to scratch the new growth prickling his jaw and cheeks when a sheen of perspiration developed on his skin. The neat beard suited him surprisingly well, considering he'd never worn one before. It rocketed him from geeky computer detective to badass Master. Then again, his leather pants, shiny black boots and bare, ripped chest—which revealed the barbells in his nipples and the string of tattoos low on his abdomen—didn't hurt either.

For once, his appearance matched his soul. None of the potential enemies in attendance would suspect his affiliation with law enforcement or worry about him infiltrating their inner sanctum. At least he had to believe so. Otherwise, his presence might jeopardize Li

ly.

Unacceptable.

Blue Water and Men in Blue

Blue water and Men in Blue.  They have something in common right?  Okay, not much but… I'm still on vacation!  And the third Men in Blue book is out in two short days.  I hope you'll check out Jeremy and Lily's story.  In the meantime… here's some pretty pictures from Hawaii.  Today we explored the North Shore.  Tomorrow it's off to Kauai!  Remember to leave a comment to be entered into my release day contest for a souvenir from my trip

Aloha!

So, I hope you'll forgive me for not being so organized about having release day fun for Mistress's Master. It comes out Tuesday (and is already up for pre-sale at Samhain, Amazon & B&N) by the way! I'm thrilled for the next installment in the Men in Blue series, please don't doubt that. BUT… I'm on vacation! In Hawaii. And despite my best intentions, I'm guessing I might not be as diligent about posting the character interviews and contests I had planned.

So instead, I'm going to post some of the highlights of my trip and I'll choose one commenter on the posts from now until release day to win a souvenir from Hawaii Sound like fun? Good.

Day 1 – We arrived in Honolulu yesterday at 2:30 local time.  Despite a long day of flying we hit Waikiki beach right away and tested our snorkel gear before wandering into a Japanese street fair (where I got an ENORMOUS cotton candy, I knew this was paradise) and then watched fireworks over the ocean.  Here are a few pictures.  Now it's off to Hanauma Nature Preserve then to Pearl Harbor.  See you all tomorrow!

Cari Quinn Made Me Cry… Twice

Okay, so I won't reveal exactly why but I hope you'll find out for yourself.  You see, it happened when I read Cari's awesome book, Provoke Me.  Provoke Me is the second in her Unveiled series from Ellora's Cave.   I also read Reveal Me and loved that one too.  I sent Cari an email gushing over it when I finished but couldn't stop reading long enough to post to my blog about it before picking up book two.  PS… If you are my editor and you are reading this, I promise I was hard at work on Devon's Pair (Powertools #4) not goofing off, reading.

I also wanted to give a big shout out to Cari's editor Jillian Bell.  Both of the books were exceptionally clean.  I didn't notice a single typo in Reveal Me, which is something I can't say for most books I've read lately (including my own, yipes).

So, long story short… If you're looking for a hot, contemporary romance, give this one a shot.  Plus it's about people who work in a book store, what's not to love about that?

Jayne

www.jaynerylon.com

Who Appreciates Readers? This author!

[image error]As much as I enjoy writing, my books would really just be stories on my laptop if not for all of you readers.  Every time someone sends me a simple note or an elaborate explanation of why they love something I've written I can't tell you how much it means.  The only thing better than chatting with readers online or through the mail is meeting them at conferences.  I've met so many people that I keep in constant contact with through these great parties that I look forward to each one more and more.  Seeing friendly faces and meeting new people is the highlight of my year.

SO… I wanted to tell you all about one of my favorite events.  Lora Leigh's Reader Appreciation Weekend is a blast.  It's a big party for people like us, who love to read!  One of the first erotic romances I ever stumbled across was Marly's Choice.  And ever since then there was no turning back.  I can't tell you what a privilege is it to talk to some of my absolute favorite authors (Shayla Black and Mari Carr I'm looking at you too!).

Hey, I'm a reader first!    I've been to this event the past two years and it's always great fun.  There's a PJ party and a masquerade.  Don't worry, if you're not comfortable dressing up you can wear regular clothes, no worries.  But this year I'm thinking of going all out since I skimped on the costumes at RT.  What do you think?  I'll be pairing it with a feathery mask in true masquerade ball style (but you can wear any costume you like or none at all… well… you have to wear SOMETHING but it can be whatever you like).

And this year the event is going to be at a really great-looking resort in Maryland, the Rocky Gap Lodge and Golf Resort, from October 27th-30th.  I can't wait.  You know why?  The best new add to the schedule in my opinion is SMORES night.  That's right.  Marshmallows.  Mmmmm.

Okay, if that hasn't convinced you then I'm not sure what will.  Authors, books, raffles, SMORES, costume parties, goodies, and lots more are waiting.  Come on over to Lora Leigh's Reader Appreciation Weekend.  Confirmed authors are listed on their site along with all the details you need to register.  You can check it out here.

I'll leave you with a snapshot from last year.  Cause you have to love these readers!  I hope to see you again or meet you there.  Only 11 weeks left to go!

Jayne

www.jaynerylon.com