Thanks to everyone who stopped by last week for the release of The Boss’s Daughter, West Coast Book 3. The contest is now closed. I know I said I would do five copies, but since 10 of you responded, I’m going to send each and every one of you a copy of Revenge Sex, Book 1! I’ll be emailing you individually. For those of you who didn’t leave your email address, please contact me on jasmine at jasminehaynes dot com. The Boss’s Daughter is available on Kobo Kindle Kindle UK Nook All Romance Smashwords.
Take Your Pick is a reissue of my 2010 LooseId release with a sexy new cover by Rae Monet. I’ll warn you all right up front that it’s a ménage story, two men and a woman, with some very naughty male-male interaction. I’d never written male-male scenes before, and I was a little worried that I might not handle it correctly. But when combined with a ménage, I actually found it was very hot material to write! What I loved about writing Rena, Grant, and Karl’s story was the competition between the two men. I mean really, what woman wouldn’t love having two men vying for her, willing to do absolutely anything to please her. Hmm, maybe that’s a fantasy of my very own, LOL! So here’s a blurb and a little excerpt that gets the ball rolling for these three people! Stop by the http://69shadesofsmut.wordpress.com/ on Oct 21st and I’ll give you another sexy excerpt!
Two very enticing men, one very big choice…
Grant Tyler is sophisticated, intelligent, controlled, and a highly successful CEO of a Fortune 500. He’s Rena Lancaster’s perfect match, same background, same career path, they speak each other’s language. In bed, he makes her see stars. But then there’s Karl Kristiansen. Every bit as virile, masculine and intelligent as Grant, he’s her contractor, earthy, hands work-roughened, body tough, and powerful. And he takes Rena’s senses by storm.
When Grant decides he wants Rena exclusively, he forces a decision on her. And it’s Karl who comes up with the perfect test for choosing between them, make love with them both at the same time and see who does the best job.
When their sexual play becomes a true ménage, with Grant and Karl each trying to top the other, willing to do anything Reba asks, even touch each other, the three of them together are like spontaneous combustion. Now that she’s had a taste of the real thing, how can Rena choose between these two perfect men when they both give her different things she craves?
Take Your Pick Copyright 2012 Jasmine Haynes Previously published in 2010
Grant Tyler stood before the second-floor window of his San Francisco condo and stared out over the dark bay waters as if they were a black hole in the middle of his universe. Rena had left only a few minutes ago, and he could still smell her sensual musk in the room, on his skin, still taste her on his lips. He was used to issuing ultimatums, even if he didn’t like to be forced into it. In the business world, you started with diplomacy, but there was always the situation or the person that pushed you to the edge, and you had to take the my-way-or-the-highway approach.
Rena Lancaster was gorgeous, with blonde hair past her shoulders when she let it down—literally and metaphorically—a firm figure, luscious breasts, and skin soft and smooth to the touch. In her midthirties, she was one hell of a piece of perfect womanhood. She’d become his private obsession and his private hell. She wasn’t aware of that; over the last six years since his divorce, he’d grown as used to controlling his emotions as he was to giving orders. And he knew Rena might choose to walk away.
But the idea of her choosing someone else made him fucking crazy.
He’d thought to eradicate this kind of emotionalism. He’d lost his wife over it. He was lusty and hot-blooded, and his wife had been overwhelmed by his desires and emotions. And his jealousy. He fully admitted she hadn’t done much to inspire it. It was simply part of his nature. If another man got too friendly, he stepped in. He’d learned too late that sometimes a man needed to change his nature. He’d sworn he wouldn’t ruin another relationship. He’d therefore bottled up his jealousy and, ever since, had given his women all the freedom they required. Rena had required more freedom than most.
Yet sharing her with nameless, faceless lovers was killing him. He’d pretended he never even thought about it. He kept himself in check so she wouldn’t have a clue, concentrating on her, on making her feel so good she wouldn’t need another man.
Obviously it hadn’t worked. There were other considerations as well, the kind of woman she was being paramount among them.
She’d never been married; her career came first. She wasn’t interested in raising a family, and she didn’t need a man to keep her financially secure. She never demurred about her sex life; she loved sex and lots of it. She didn’t mash it into his face when she had a date, but there were times he’d asked to see her, only to have her tell him she was busy. If it was something innocuous like drinks with a girlfriend, she told him. It was the times she gave no explanation that crawled beneath his skin like parasites worming deep into him.
He’d always admired her business acumen, always found her sexy. She was strong, independent, and knew exactly what she wanted. He’d gravitated to her for those traits, but they were now the very qualities that made him insane.
There was hot obsessive sex, lust, and desire, and there was his wanting to wake up beside a woman, to watch her over the breakfast table, to think about a future. He felt all those things for her. He didn’t know if it was love. He only knew that he needed to find out.
And he couldn’t do it when he was crazy thinking of her with another lover.
He was actually quite proud of how controlled and emotionless he’d sounded. You need to decide if you want the same thing. Yet it drove him nuts that she withheld pieces of herself, that she might possibly give those pieces to someone else.
If she decided she didn’t want him, he didn’t know what he’d do. His heart climbed into his throat, choking him. He feared what he might be capable of.