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May 25, 2012
Sex scene Saturday : THREE.
For the rest of the month I’ll be participating in Sex Scene Saturday with a lovely group of ladies. So hop on in, read my scene and hop on to the next blog for some more sexy times. This one…it’s a bit different as well…last week was hot smolder…this week is a little sweeter. Next week..well. We’ll see. Perhaps cast your vote in the comments section. Spicy Rake? Sweet Submission? You let me know what you want.
Check out the first one HEREand the second one HERE.
This is a very special excerpt....
May 24, 2012
So much more than just SKIN DEEP
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Brava brava brava. I am once again in love…
This is a beautiful and intricate novel about two very damaged souls. Both the physical and mental pain that the H/h suffer is tangible and powerful, and their journey to come together is just stunning. This is a must read for I-Team fans, but any romance lover will enjoy this book. I absolutely loved it.
Nate West is physically damaged, he was injured by an IED strike while deployed, and now hides on hi...
May 21, 2012
RomCon 2012!
ONe month my peepins! ONE MONTH to RomCon. Do you KNOW what RomCon is? I’ll let you check out my posts about last years con here, here, and here.
Total romancilicious insanity of the best kind.
Romcon is a reader convention which means everything we do is for the reader (YOU) there are no publishing houses, no writing seminars, none of that stuff. Every inch of it in reader-centric and AWESOME beyond belief.
Last year was my first year and it was such a blast I had to return, this year RomCon is...
May 18, 2012
Sex scene Saturday : TWO.
For the rest of the month I’ll be participating in Sex Scene Saturday with a lovely group of ladies. So hop on in, read my scene and hop on to the next blog for some more sexy times. This one…it’s a bit different as well…last week was hot smolder…this week is a little sweeter. Next week..well. We’ll see. Perhaps cast your vote in the comments section. Spicy Rake? Sweet Submission? You let me know what you want.
Check out the first one HERE.
EXCERPT:
She smiled and reached for his hand, but he pu...
May 12, 2012
Sex Scene Saturday
Can be found at the new home of my author page here: http://jennleblanc.com
I wanted to post this for everyone who follows this blog, so you know of the move. This page will be grand central for my cover photography, so still hawt and smexy, just a little different.
SMOOCHES!!
Jenn
May 11, 2012
Sex scene Saturday : So it begins.
For the rest of the month I’ll be participating in Sex Scene Saturday with a lovely group of ladies. So hop on in, read my scene and hop on to the next blog for some more sexy times.
EXCERPT:
Gideon took himself in hand—and not at all gently. His tension mounted every time he thought on the girl in his manor. Francine. He had done his best to avoid her, and the fact that she was unable to wander from her rooms and the private parlor certainly helped in that endeavor.
Nonetheless, he found himself searching her out in the depths of the first floor balconies whenever he left his study, or walked the stairs, or went to the dining room. She had touched a nerve in him he never knew existed, and he was having a most difficult time in quelling his rampant need.
There was more. Certainly his cock twitched whenever he thought of her, but there was a knot in his chest where she was concerned as well. His position in the peerage, and her status as an unknown, drove him like nothing had in all his years as the Duke of Roxleigh.
He shifted in the bath. Water hit his chest like a waking slap and he released himself. What was he doing?
Bloody hell and damn. He finished the bath and toweled himself off, then wrapped it around his waist. Standing by the fire, he felt the heat singe the hair on his shins, the crackle dissipating his reverie and backing him up against the chaise. He fell into it, the towel falling open as he stretched out long, his ankles hanging from the end. He threw one arm over his eyes.
“Supper, Your Grace,” Ferry said as he entered with a tray. Roxleigh couldn’t even be troubled to grunt a response. Instead he left Ferry to his duty, listening to his footsteps slide across the floor, then become muffled by the rug. The delicate clink of china followed as he arranged the tray in front of the fire before leaving the way he came.
Roxleigh glanced at the tray and saw a missive set by the terrine of soup. He closed his eyes and returned to his thoughts.
Better not to think of her by name. Instead she would be this girl. This unwanted bit of distraction. That was what she was, that was how he had to think of her. No more, no less. She would be gone from his life soon enough, with all of her spit and fire with her.
He thought of the shock of her pulled up against him, neck to knee. Her indecision as her hands drifted between them, unsure whether to touch his chest or curl her fingers in retreat. He remembered the fight in her eyes, stolen by shock when she turned and glimpsed herself in the looking glass. He would have it destroyed. She had been moments from deciding to set him down good and proper, he was sure of it, and nothing in his life had stoked his passion as the anticipation of that set-down.
He felt his grin against his arm. This girl, this girl. God help him with this girl. How was he to survive in his own household? Part of him wanted to catch her somewhere she should not be, only for the chance to reprimand her, to see if he could get her to fight him again.
He growled. Picking fights with a girl? What was he, still in short pants? But she wasn’t a girl; she was a woman, and he a man. One leg slipped off the chaise and he anchored himself, planting his foot on the floor next to him.
The fire warmed and dried his skin from the bath, and he felt it soak in through his inner thighs and up though his groin. He really should move. He really should eat his supper. He really should read the letter. At the very least he should cover himself like a proper gentleman instead of laying here in his glory for all his furnishings to see.
He grunted.
His jaw clenched.
He took himself in hand. This time, a bit gentler. His thumb notched the base of his manhood and he palmed himself in one long stroke. He smoothed his hand down, then back up again, and he spread his legs wider, pushing into the floor as his thighs tensed.
Her hair was the color of toasted butter and cinnamon, her eyes the varied colors of the sky, and her demeanor was just as changing. He’d felt her watching him ride across the valley to the wood, each of his nerves striking the hairs on the back of his neck as it took all of his concentration to stay his course and not turn toward her. The launch into the thick forest was a release as much as it was a disappointment to no longer feel her awareness prickling his skin.
When he returned to the manor to find her on the balcony, her breasts straining the fabric of her nightgown, the garment pulled tight as she leaned into the wind above him, he nearly lost himself on his mount.
He pulled at the favorite memory, his stomach dampening with the early proof of his desire as he shifted and strengthened his grip.
His other hand found the towel half beneath him and tangled in it, pulling and grabbing the soft fabric until the muscles of his arm strained.
“Francine.”
He gasped at the rough gritty edge to his own voice and pushed his head against the cushions, his back bowing out from the seat.
Sweet Francine. Her eyes were like windows to the world, lips as softly tinted as the blush on a rose. Her sweet, terrified face interchanged with that fierce vixen who prodded his chest, demanding to know who he was and how he was going to help set her to rights.
This was not normal. This should not be happening to him. This was something he should easily be able to avoid. His life was beyond controlled, ordered, set, decided, simple.
He felt the knot in his abdomen tighten, a frisson of electricity coursed down his spine, and every muscle stiffened, then release washed over him as his hand stroked feverishly, working to his end.
He collapsed into the spasms, his jaw and fingers flexing as he pulled the towel from beneath him and threw it across his belly.
As he settled before the fire to sup he picked up the note from Dr. Walcott that had been brought with his tray. Roxleigh never liked receiving news that someone in one of the shires was injured, and this one in particular was terrifying. There was no reasonable explanation for the girl’s injuries and no one could account for her whereabouts, leaving them no idea as to what had happened to her. He made a mental note to send a man to Kelso.
BLURB:
A woman out of time.
A man stifled by propriety.
A nemesis determined to take her away.
A brother to the rescue.
How will a powerful Duke deal with a woman who doesn’t know her place? How will a woman used to the 21st century survive in time where she is considered property?
THE RAKE AND THE RECLUSE Part one brings Francine to the world of the Duke of Roxleigh, clashing worlds in first installment of the completely revised novel, with all new material.
Francine Larrabee woke up on the wrong side of the century. She was fairly certain she went to sleep in her own comfy bed, but she doesn’t quite seem to be there now. Only adding to her problems is that she has no voice, is constantly being glowered at by a large, stunning man who is obsessed with propriety, and she is apparently betrothed to another horrid little man, determined to ruin her, and any other girls that get in his way.
How does she find herself in the past, when she couldn’t even find herself in her present? How does a self sufficient businesswoman survive in a time when women were still considered property for the whole of their lives and what is she going to do with this man who draws her to him so fiercely.
Keep on hopping here:
JESSA SLADE
STACEY KENNEDY
JENNIFER ARMINTROUT
STELLA PRICE
DIANA DeRICCI
This is an excerpt from FREEDOM : The Rake And the Recluse : Part One which is free right now on Amazon, All Romance eBooks and iTunes, it’s also available at Barnes & Noble.
ALSO! One lucky commenter will win a copy of TRATR, just leave a comment and your email address!
Tagged: Blog Hop, FREEDOM, Gideon, Jenn LeBlanc, Sex Scene, Sex Scene Saturday, sexy, The Rake and the Recluse, TRATR
April 8, 2012
As a bee…
I had a big #StudioSmexy shoot this weekend. We went from paranormal to contemporary and historical to BDSM and a bit of M/M, Menage and back to the wild wild west. It was a good time, as always. I had a few requests, so we had a basic roadmap of where we were headed, but that doesn't mean we stuck to it like glue. It's always more fun to do a bit of trailblazing.
It's also the first time I have ever shot any M/M romance. It was fun, the guys were great, and the pictures look really good. I know the next time will be better, but that's how it works, there's first time for everything and nobody gets a home run on their first major league hit. (Yes opening day was this week too, so bear with the baseball metaphors if you please)
I also completely revamped my photoshelter website for the stock, You can now order stock directly from the site based on the file size you need. If you are using a designer be sire to get the size they need for your design. If you are interested in an exclusive usage license, so nobody else will have the image you have, contact me directly.
Images start around $15. Fan images for backgrounds and blog posts will be available for personal use in the near future. Lots of fun things in the works so stay tuned.
Yeah, I suppose nobody is reading this part then aye? (Yeah, we had some Highlanders too)
So without any more hodge podge:
For more images from the shoot check out my dual personality here.
*smooches*
Jenn
Filed under: BDSM, Contemporary, erotica, historical romance, Illustration, Images, News Tagged: blue, brunette, cover, female, images, Jenn LeBlanc, male, man, model, orange, romance novel, romance novel stock, sexy, stock, torso
s’been awhile
I’m probably going to be consolidating websites because this whole duality thing is making me crazy. I shoot, I write, I shoot and write, they all come together in wicked and lovely ways, and I am simply not doing anything else any more. No portraits, no events, no stringing. My life has been sucked into the world of romance and I’m having a blast.
I seriously had no idea. I mean, sometimes we know what we will end up doing and sometimes we end up being a romance author and photographer. My life revolves around love.
So until I figure out how to mash up these two existences I currently have, I’ll be here, or there, or somewhere in between in denial that i need to figure out how exactly to consolidate. That’s not to say I’ll never do documentary again. I will, I will also shoot more photojournalism at some point, because i love it. But, it isn’t what I’m working on.
This is.
Love, peace and smooches to you all. See you on the flip side. 
Jenn
Tagged: bnlonde, brunette, chest, female, green, Illustrated Romance, images, Jenn LeBlanc, male, man, model, orange, pink, romance novel, Romance Novel covers, sexy cover, stock romance, torso
March 21, 2012
Lucky Seven
The inimitable Tiffany Reisz tagged me in a game of LUCKY SEVEN. A writer tagged in this game goes to page 77 of their WIP (work-in-progress), finds line number seven, and copies the next seven lines.
So this little excerpt is from #TWITCHY…
He cleared his throat then, and she felt her jaw relax a bit too much.
"I could only hope that you would also be terribly happy, and perhaps even one day you would come to love me as well."
As well. That bit echoed in her head for a bit of time. Had he said "as well?" Yes, which meant—to her mind—that he already did.
Love her, that is.
Well that was handy
Now to pick seven victims authors to pass the torch to…
hmmm
Filed under: News
March 5, 2012
WICKED tour WINNERS
The winner of the GRAND PRIZE is:
June!
CONGRATULATIONS!! June chose the KINDLE FIRE for her prize, and she'll be receiving it SOON!!
The blog hostess winners are:
June won for her post on Ramblings From This Chick
so Dani wins the first blogger prize
and
Heather on Book Savvy Babe had the most commenters
so she wins the second blogger prize!
Also, June already won the full serial, so I drew another name, and that one goes to: Krystal!
The following WINNERS won the full serial of The Rake And The Recluse during the tour:
Christy
Dawn
Yadira
Maria
Rizka
Linda
Samantha
Patti
Na
Emily
Felicia
Lisa
May
Shelley
Mary
June
Pam
Jennifer
Karen
Rebecca
Lisa
Gwen
Beebs
And because I love ALLL of my readers this is for you:
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