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With This Woman is available now.

The second book in the This Man retelling from Jesse’s POV is here. I know many of you have been waiting for this one. I know there are certain scenes within the pages of Beneath This Man that many of you were desperate to hear from Jesse’s perspective. I truly hope you deem the wait for this worthwhile. These books have truly been the hardest I have ever written. Writing the same story but…differently. Making it interesting. Making it new and fresh. My God, it bent my head every which way. And on top of that, justifying his every move and word while ensuring the love for this crazy man is maintained? It was so hard. So hard. But I AM wondering if there’s anything Jesse Ward can do that would be…too far? Probably not for the die-hard Lord fans. Rest assured, I love him equally and cheer him on too.

I also want to slap him hard like you sometimes!

I truly hope I’ve done this story justice and you enjoy this new version of the events you read over ten years ago.

Much love, and enjoy.

JEM

The Manor—the heartbeat of hedonism and pleasure, the place where Jesse Ward lost himself for years in women and alcohol, escaping his past—was his life. His everything. Until the day Ava O’Shea walked through the doors and Jesse discovered something else to live for.

Her.

Their love affair was passionate, intense, and all-consuming. She became his heaven. His escape. And eventually, his downfall. When Ava walked away from him, he was destroyed, even more broken than before.

But she’s come back, and Jesse vows never to lose her again.

Except Ava’s only scratched the surface of his broken soul, and as their relationship intensifies and their love deepens, Jesse’s pushed to the brink of insanity when his past creeps into his present and risks destroying everything.

They will never survive his truths, and Jesse will never survive losing Ava again.

So he’ll do anything to shield her from his dark, soul-destroying past.

Absolutely anything.

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For You -Audio & Playlist

This tearjerker needed a really gentle approach while also doing the story and emotions justice. And they delivered. An outstanding performance by Shane & Billie!

Take a listen…

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Since the day she married her husband, Lo Harper has watched her happy ever after slip away before her eyes. Feeling lost and alone, she’s stumbling through life, each day getting longer, harder, and more hopeless. She doesn’t know how much longer she can hold on. Until she meets a stranger who ironically becomes a lifeline after he nearly runs her down. He’s charming, kind, and he doesn’t pry. He’s just there, making Lo smile, distracting her, if only briefly. Because she will always return to the pain. To the heartbreak. To the unshakable guilt.

Luke Williamson is successful, content, and he keeps his relationships with women uncomplicated. But his simple, carefree life is turned up on its head the night a young woman walks out in front of his car. Drawn to each other for very different reasons, Lo and Luke forge an unlikely friendship that they both come to rely on. And yet while Luke shares his life with Lo, he knows she’s keeping hers from him. And as her truth unfolds, Luke slowly realizes that for Lo to have her happy ever after, he has to sacrifice his own.

So he must make the ultimate decision.

Keep Lo in his life as she is, a broken, shadow of a woman.

Or walk away and let her heal.

 

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This Woman Forever Cover Reveal!

Here it is. *Weeps* The final installment of The This Man retelling from our lord of the sex manor. THIS WOMAN FOREVER – releasing in May 14th 2024.

 

You can check out the first and second book, This Woman and With This Woman , here.

All pre-order links are below, and I will have the links for the paperback and audio editions nearer the time.

 

JEM x

 

Blurb coming soon.

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This Woman Forever Cover Reveal!

It had to be, didn't it? Always in lace. The third and final book in the This Man retelling from Jesse's POV will publish May 14th.

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This Woman Forever Cover Reveal!

It had to be, didn't it? Always in lace. The third and final book in the This Man retelling from Jesse's POV will publish May 14th.

Pre-order now: https://geni.us/YhAA
Start the series: https://geni.us/UDCc4a

With This Woman Excerpt

“Are you religious?” I ask. A small hesitation, and for a second I’m worried she’ll hit me with the news that her parents—whom I am yet to meet—are church goers.
“No,” she eventually says.



“Me neither.” That’s helpful. The churches seem to be the busiest, and I doubt I’d be accepted into the house of God anyway. “Do you have any preference on dates?

What for?”

Her obvious confusion pulls me away from a viable option—a country club on the outskirts of Kent. “Is there any particular date you would like to become Mrs. Ava Ward?” God, that sounds amazing.

Recognition dawns on her, and we’re quickly both on the same page. “I don’t know, next year, the year after?” She plucks some bread out of the toaster, happily slapping some butter on, and I stare at her, alarmed, oblivious to the jar slipping out of my hand. It hits the marble with a clang, getting Ava’s attention and knocking me from my inertness.

“Next year?” I splutter.

“Okay, the year after.” Sinking her teeth into her toast, she smiles. She fucking smiles like waiting two years to get married is something to celebrate.

“The year after?” she adds tentatively.

“We get married next month.” And that’s going to be a painful wait. “Next fucking year,” I say in disbelief, getting more peanut butter. Apparently, we’re not on the same page. Not even the same book. Hell, she’s in a completely different genre to me.

“Jesse, I can’t marry you next month,” Ava says, laughing.

“Yes, you can and you will,” I grunt when the lovely country club just outside Kent shows there’s nothing available for the next eighteen months. This is ridiculous. Why the hell would anyone wait so long to tie the knot? So much can happen in that time. For example, one person could change their mind.
“No, I can’t.” Ava’s still laughing. Like . . . this is funny?

I put my jar down with a heavier hand than intended, and Ava jumps. She can’t? No, she won’t, and that’s different territory. “Excuse me?”

“Jesse,” she says, exhaling, and I can see she’s falling into a pacifying state. “My parents don’t even really know about you. You can’t expect me to call them up and break this sort of news down the phone.”

Fuck it all. The parents. If John was here, he’d smash my head onto the counter. I’m tempted to do it myself. “We’ll go and see them. I’m not pussyfooting around, Ava.” God, listen to me. Yes, I am hearing myself. No, I can’t help it.

I stare at her, as she stares at me. I hate that she’s so worried about me meeting her parents. What the hell does she think I’ll do? Bang my fists on my chest, toss her onto my shoulder, and steal her away from them? I’m a rational man. I would never come between Ava and her parents.

“You’re being unreasonable.” She looks at me with too much disdain for my liking, nibbling at her toast.

“Do you love me?” I ask.

“Don’t ask stupid questions.”

“Good.” So let’s get on with this. “I love you too. We get married next month.”

Her toast hits her plate, her eyes closing briefly to gather herself. She’s digging her heels in, and that’s not what I need right now. I need acquiescence. “Jesse, I’m not marrying you next month.” She takes her plate to the bin and drops the rest of her toast in there. I can see what’s coming a mile off. She’s going to walk away.

“Come here,” I say, feeling my heartbeats quickening. It’s unstoppable. Annoying. Almost like an alarm bell that’s goes off inside me to warn me shit’s about to go down, or, in other words, Ava is leaving.

“No,” she says simply, facing me, her determination worrying. So perhaps I need to fuck some sense into her. Convince her in a way we both love. “And you are not going to be fucking an agreement out of me,” she fires, reading my mind, making me recoil. “Forget it.”

“Watch your fucking mouth, Ava,” I grumble, going for the jugular. It’s not failed me yet. “Three.”

Poor thing, her eyes nearly pop out of her head. Why’s she so stunned? This is what we do. Spar with words. Then with bodies. Ava says no to something she wants, and I convince her I’m right and she’s wrong. “Oh no.” She laughs. “Don’t even think about it.”

Too late. I’ve thought about it, and it’s happening. “Two.”

“No,” she warns.

I smile to myself as she scans the space, searching for an escape. I get up and brush off my hands, getting ready to catch her. The countdown. Best invention ever. It takes a heated discussion to heat of another kind. It’s our way of resolving our differences. And best of all, I always come out on top. Literally. “One.”

“Jesse, you can fuck right off!” She flinches herself this time, a sign that even she hates her swearing. And another clue, if ever I needed one, and I don’t, that she’s in it to wind me the hell up.

“Mouth,” I yell, not wasting anymore time. “Zero, baby.”

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An excerpt from The American

 

It’s excerpt time! If you subscribe to my newsletter, you’ll have had this little treat already. Wouldn’t hurt to read it again, though. INTERESTING FACT: This is one of the excerpts from the book we used in the auditions for the audio book.

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I come to a stop at a set of lights and take the opportunity to be courteous and text Allison to let her know I’m ten minutes away. As I slip my phone back into my inside pocket and look up at the lights, something over the road catches my attention.
Red.
My heart begins to beat double time as I watch Pearl move in on an ATM, a can of soda in her hand. The shape of her body in that black dress. Her ass.
Fuck.
No.
I curse that curvy ass off to hell and back for being so fucking reckless. Alone. This time of night. Using a fucking ATM. And I thought she was ill? If she’s sick, she should be at home in bed.
A horn sounds, making me startle in my seat, and I look up to see the lights have turned green. “Fuck it,” I hiss, pulling away, staying in lane, rather than indicating and moving across toward the sidewalk to stop. She’s not my concern. Danny and James can deal with this.
I cruise past the ATM, eyes forward, hands holding the steering wheel tightly, thinking of the pussy waiting for me. The distraction. No complications. No pissed off Rose and Beau. No conscience. Because all I can offer is an emotionless fuck. I can’t rescue her from the clutches of traffickers and then violate her.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
“Shit.” I release one hand from the wheel and hit the screen on my dash, pulling up my recent calls. I dial Len.
“Brad,” he says.
“Were you asked to pick Pearl up after her shift tonight?”
“Yeah, she called and said she didn’t feel well and was getting a cab home. Didn’t want to wait for me to come from the boatyard.”
“Right.”
“Everything alright?”
“Fine.”
“Am I getting Anya at the normal time?”
“Please.” I hang up and look up at the rear view mirror, to the flash of red getting smaller. Keep driving, keep driving. My knuckles begin to turn white on the wheel. My shirt starts to stick to my back. “Jesus Christ, Brad,” I mutter, indicating and cutting across the traffic to the side of the road, earning myself a collection of angry horns. I get out and stride up the sidewalk toward the ATM, looking at the endless potential threats to a young woman in central Miami at this time of night. I’m fucking livid. With her. With me.
I see Pearl pull some notes from the machine and slip them into her purse as she backs away from the ATM, and when she looks up and sees me stalking toward her, she stops dead in her tracks, her lips—those fucking lips—parting a little, her chest rising.
An inhale.
My vision fogs for a moment, a red haze blinding me. I’m putting it down to anger. I should be at the Four Seasons fucking my way to a clear conscience. Instead, I’m chasing stupid little girls around town. “What the fuck are you doing?” I yell as I approach, my skin burning.
Anger.
Pearl backs up, wary, the can of soda she’s holding coming closer into her chest. “What are you doing here?”
“You don’t look very ill to me.”
She blinks, frowns, looks completely caught off guard. “I’m—”
“And why the fuck did you tell Len you’re getting a cab?”
“I wa—”
“And cash at this time of night? For what?”
“I—”
“Get in the fucking car.” I throw my arm back, indicating my Mercedes down the street, and she recoils.
“Excuse me?”
“Now.”
“Fuck you, Brad,” she whispers angrily. “Go fuck some whores in a hotel and shove some coke up your fucking nose.” She tosses her can of soda in a nearby bin with anger and accuracy—that pisses me off too—then storms past me, and I turn with her, watching her go. Fuck you?
No, fuck you.
She doggedly marches straight past my Mercedes, and to add insult to injury, flips me the bird.
“The fuck?” I go after her, my ego ruling me. She is one brave woman, and I’m a killer in a foul mood.

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The American Has a Cover!

Holy good Lord, hello. Welcome, The American, to the Unlawful Men Series!

 

I look forward to sharing a blurb with you very soon, but in the meantime you can pre-order this beauty now. The American releases March 12, 2023 and will be available on all retailers for a couple weeks before it enters KU with the rest of the series.

You are going to LOVE being in Brad’s head.

JEM x

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An Excerpt from With This Woman

An excerpt from WITH THIS WOMAN On sale Oct 31st 2023 in all formats “Are you religious?” I ask. A small hesitation, and for a second I’m worried she’ll hit me with the news that her parents—whom I am yet to meet—are church goers.“No,” she eventually says.

 

“Me neither.” That’s helpful. The churches seem to be the busiest, and I doubt I’d be accepted into the house of God anyway. “Do you have any preference on dates?

What for?”

Her obvious confusion pulls me away from a viable option—a country club on the outskirts of Kent. “Is there any particular date you would like to become Mrs. Ava Ward?” God, that sounds amazing.

Recognition dawns on her, and we’re quickly both on the same page. “I don’t know, next year, the year after?” She plucks some bread out of the toaster, happily slapping some butter on, and I stare at her, alarmed, oblivious to the jar slipping out of my hand. It hits the marble with a clang, getting Ava’s attention and knocking me from my inertness.

“Next year?” I splutter.

“Okay, the year after.” Sinking her teeth into her toast, she smiles. She fucking smiles like waiting two years to get married is something to celebrate.

“The year after?” she adds tentatively.

“We get married next month.” And that’s going to be a painful wait. “Next fucking year,” I say in disbelief, getting more peanut butter. Apparently, we’re not on the same page. Not even the same book. Hell, she’s in a completely different genre to me.

“Jesse, I can’t marry you next month,” Ava says, laughing.

“Yes, you can and you will,” I grunt when the lovely country club just outside Kent shows there’s nothing available for the next eighteen months. This is ridiculous. Why the hell would anyone wait so long to tie the knot? So much can happen in that time. For example, one person could change their mind.
“No, I can’t.” Ava’s still laughing. Like . . . this is funny?

I put my jar down with a heavier hand than intended, and Ava jumps. She can’t? No, she won’t, and that’s different territory. “Excuse me?”

“Jesse,” she says, exhaling, and I can see she’s falling into a pacifying state. “My parents don’t even really know about you. You can’t expect me to call them up and break this sort of news down the phone.”

Fuck it all. The parents. If John was here, he’d smash my head onto the counter. I’m tempted to do it myself. “We’ll go and see them. I’m not pussyfooting around, Ava.” God, listen to me. Yes, I am hearing myself. No, I can’t help it.

I stare at her, as she stares at me. I hate that she’s so worried about me meeting her parents. What the hell does she think I’ll do? Bang my fists on my chest, toss her onto my shoulder, and steal her away from them? I’m a rational man. I would never come between Ava and her parents.

“You’re being unreasonable.” She looks at me with too much disdain for my liking, nibbling at her toast.

“Do you love me?” I ask.

“Don’t ask stupid questions.”

“Good.” So let’s get on with this. “I love you too. We get married next month.”

Her toast hits her plate, her eyes closing briefly to gather herself. She’s digging her heels in, and that’s not what I need right now. I need acquiescence. “Jesse, I’m not marrying you next month.” She takes her plate to the bin and drops the rest of her toast in there. I can see what’s coming a mile off. She’s going to walk away.

“Come here,” I say, feeling my heartbeats quickening. It’s unstoppable. Annoying. Almost like an alarm bell that’s goes off inside me to warn me shit’s about to go down, or, in other words, Ava is leaving.

“No,” she says simply, facing me, her determination worrying. So perhaps I need to fuck some sense into her. Convince her in a way we both love. “And you are not going to be fucking an agreement out of me,” she fires, reading my mind, making me recoil. “Forget it.”

“Watch your fucking mouth, Ava,” I grumble, going for the jugular. It’s not failed me yet. “Three.”

Poor thing, her eyes nearly pop out of her head. Why’s she so stunned? This is what we do. Spar with words. Then with bodies. Ava says no to something she wants, and I convince her I’m right and she’s wrong. “Oh no.” She laughs. “Don’t even think about it.”

Too late. I’ve thought about it, and it’s happening. “Two.”

“No,” she warns.

I smile to myself as she scans the space, searching for an escape. I get up and brush off my hands, getting ready to catch her. The countdown. Best invention ever. It takes a heated discussion to heat of another kind. It’s our way of resolving our differences. And best of all, I always come out on top. Literally. “One.”

“Jesse, you can fuck right off!” She flinches herself this time, a sign that even she hates her swearing. And another clue, if ever I needed one, and I don’t, that she’s in it to wind me the hell up.

“Mouth,” I yell, not wasting anymore time. “Zero, baby.”

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WTW Excerpt

An excerpt from WITH THIS WOMAN On sale Oct 31st 2023 in all formats “Are you religious?” I ask. A small hesitation, and for a second I’m worried she’ll hit me with the news that her parents—whom I am yet to meet—are church goers.“No,” she eventually says.

 

“Me neither.” That’s helpful. The churches seem to be the busiest, and I doubt I’d be accepted into the house of God anyway. “Do you have any preference on dates?

What for?”

Her obvious confusion pulls me away from a viable option—a country club on the outskirts of Kent. “Is there any particular date you would like to become Mrs. Ava Ward?” God, that sounds amazing.

Recognition dawns on her, and we’re quickly both on the same page. “I don’t know, next year, the year after?” She plucks some bread out of the toaster, happily slapping some butter on, and I stare at her, alarmed, oblivious to the jar slipping out of my hand. It hits the marble with a clang, getting Ava’s attention and knocking me from my inertness.

“Next year?” I splutter.

“Okay, the year after.” Sinking her teeth into her toast, she smiles. She fucking smiles like waiting two years to get married is something to celebrate.

“The year after?” she adds tentatively.

“We get married next month.” And that’s going to be a painful wait. “Next fucking year,” I say in disbelief, getting more peanut butter. Apparently, we’re not on the same page. Not even the same book. Hell, she’s in a completely different genre to me.

“Jesse, I can’t marry you next month,” Ava says, laughing.

“Yes, you can and you will,” I grunt when the lovely country club just outside Kent shows there’s nothing available for the next eighteen months. This is ridiculous. Why the hell would anyone wait so long to tie the knot? So much can happen in that time. For example, one person could change their mind.
“No, I can’t.” Ava’s still laughing. Like . . . this is funny?

I put my jar down with a heavier hand than intended, and Ava jumps. She can’t? No, she won’t, and that’s different territory. “Excuse me?”

“Jesse,” she says, exhaling, and I can see she’s falling into a pacifying state. “My parents don’t even really know about you. You can’t expect me to call them up and break this sort of news down the phone.”

Fuck it all. The parents. If John was here, he’d smash my head onto the counter. I’m tempted to do it myself. “We’ll go and see them. I’m not pussyfooting around, Ava.” God, listen to me. Yes, I am hearing myself. No, I can’t help it.

I stare at her, as she stares at me. I hate that she’s so worried about me meeting her parents. What the hell does she think I’ll do? Bang my fists on my chest, toss her onto my shoulder, and steal her away from them? I’m a rational man. I would never come between Ava and her parents.

“You’re being unreasonable.” She looks at me with too much disdain for my liking, nibbling at her toast.

“Do you love me?” I ask.

“Don’t ask stupid questions.”

“Good.” So let’s get on with this. “I love you too. We get married next month.”

Her toast hits her plate, her eyes closing briefly to gather herself. She’s digging her heels in, and that’s not what I need right now. I need acquiescence. “Jesse, I’m not marrying you next month.” She takes her plate to the bin and drops the rest of her toast in there. I can see what’s coming a mile off. She’s going to walk away.

“Come here,” I say, feeling my heartbeats quickening. It’s unstoppable. Annoying. Almost like an alarm bell that’s goes off inside me to warn me shit’s about to go down, or, in other words, Ava is leaving.

“No,” she says simply, facing me, her determination worrying. So perhaps I need to fuck some sense into her. Convince her in a way we both love. “And you are not going to be fucking an agreement out of me,” she fires, reading my mind, making me recoil. “Forget it.”

“Watch your fucking mouth, Ava,” I grumble, going for the jugular. It’s not failed me yet. “Three.”

Poor thing, her eyes nearly pop out of her head. Why’s she so stunned? This is what we do. Spar with words. Then with bodies. Ava says no to something she wants, and I convince her I’m right and she’s wrong. “Oh no.” She laughs. “Don’t even think about it.”

Too late. I’ve thought about it, and it’s happening. “Two.”

“No,” she warns.

I smile to myself as she scans the space, searching for an escape. I get up and brush off my hands, getting ready to catch her. The countdown. Best invention ever. It takes a heated discussion to heat of another kind. It’s our way of resolving our differences. And best of all, I always come out on top. Literally. “One.”

“Jesse, you can fuck right off!” She flinches herself this time, a sign that even she hates her swearing. And another clue, if ever I needed one, and I don’t, that she’s in it to wind me the hell up.

“Mouth,” I yell, not wasting anymore time. “Zero, baby.”

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