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Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Countdown to Being Prince Charming by D. L. Jackson!

I am so excited to help D. L. Jackson countdown to her newest release with Decadent Publishing Being Prince Charming. I LOVE the cover, and I can't wait to get my copy.

Every girl has a soft spot for fairy tales, I think...
Who doesn't want to find prince charming?

Countdown to Being Prince Charming, commences.

Sometimes fairytales come true....
They say write what you love, and nothing is nearer or dearer to my heart than the military. Every man or woman in uniform has a story or two they could tell you. As the daughter of an Air Force veteran, granddaughter of a WWII naval hero, wife of an Army grunt, daughter in law of a female Marine (yes my mother in law), mother of a Marine and Army combat medic, I have a lot of connections with the military. But the biggest connection, the reason I write stories about love in combat boots, is that I’m an Army veteran. I believe some of the greatest love stories take place in uniform.
The military is a brother and sisterhood you have to experience to understand. Inside this world there are struggles, victories, heartbreak and romances, and I hope my tales can bring some of that to you, my readers—the good times, and sometimes, the hard times. In my humble opinion, nobody deserves to have their stories told more. There are no heroes larger in life, than those that place their lives on the line every day serving our country.
What’s not to love?
So, what’s the next fairytale, military romance coming down the pipeline?
For those of you who have been asking what comes after Cinderella Wore Combat boots, and does Gunny have a story? He does it’s called Being Prince Charming.
“You’re no Prince Charming.”
Words screamed in anger, an empty nest, empty life--there are a lot of reasons people divorce. For Gunny, a diehard Marine who refuses to give up the Corps, and Lissa his wife of over twenty years, the reason isn’t a good one. When words exchanged in anger morph beyond their control, Lissa leaves and August doesn’t go after her, letting his pride get in the way.
Two years later, Lissa is about to move on with her life and marry another man, except her reason isn’t the right one either. Her heart still belongs to a Marine she left behind.
Now, an unexpected gift in the form of a 1Night Stand may change everything.
August is back, looking for a second chance, but this time he isn’t letting Lissa walk away without a fight. He’s thrown everything he’s got into their date to prove that he can still be her Prince Charming. But if he can’t convince her in one night it’s for keeps, he may very well lose the only woman he’s ever loved.

Lissa never returned, going home to where they’d been high school sweethearts, even if her family had long since moved on. Gunny crumpled the divorce decree and tossed it in the trash, refusing to hold onto the one souvenir he’d retained from his marriage with Lissa. Gone were their wedding pictures, the dishes, pots and pans, everything that had made their off-camp apartment a home, including the woman he still loved. He surveyed the room. Except for a few pieces of plastic outdoor furniture, the apartment sat empty as his life.
No matter how he tried, he couldn’t wrap his mind around the finality and accept it. Marines didn’t give up. He picked up his bags and walked out the door, not bothering to lock it behind him.
Anyone who wanted it could have the remnants of his life. He’d finally retired from the Marines and, thanks to Cori, had secured a job working for Sol’s company, Protect and Serve. Not that it mattered. Without Lissa, he had no reason to care, but it would help him to get by until he could figure out how to get his wife back.
Make that ex-wife.
And he would find a way. Eventually, she’d come to her senses. No one could turn love off. He’d be the one to know. His heart ached constantly for the woman he’d once had. He’d been an idiot not to listen to what she said, to put the Corps before her. Hindsight being twenty-twenty and all that, he decided he needed to man up, improvise, adapt, and overcome.
August strode up to the unsexiest vehicle a man could own, a fifteen-year-old minivan with rusty doors, a black cloud of smoke that followed wherever he drove it, and a driver’s side door that wouldn’t open. He tossed his bags in the rear cargo area and climbed over the passenger seat to take his place behind the wheel. Patting his pockets, he searched for his key and extracted it, wondering why he even bothered to remove it from the ignition. A thief would be doing him a favor to steal it.

Thanks to all who allowed me to guest blog today. To one lucky commenter, I am giving away a copy of Cinderella Wore Combat Boots. I will draw a name from my virtual hat and post the winner’s name in the comments section. Please be sure to leave your email addy, so I can contact you if you are my winner.


D. L. Jackson

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Thankfully Naughty Giveaway Hop

Are you naughty?

If you are, are you thankful to be naughty? I used to hide my naughty side. At first I told my writers group I would never write erotic romance. Yep. I've done that. Then I drew a new line and said I would never right erotica. Yep. I've done that. Then I said I would never right a M/M romance. Guess what? I did that, too. After doing all those naughty things it didn't surprise me that my first published book was a F/F historical western - The Virgin Madam.

I'm naughty and now I'm proud to be naughty!

Naughtiness comes in many forms. A sexy book, a sexy dream, a sexy movie... My favorite kind of naughtiness comes in the form of sexy characters. After all you can imagine a drop dead gorgeous man with all the features that turn you on!

To satisfy your naughty cravings here is an excerpt from my M/M historical romance Saltwater Lover which will be released in early 2014 from Liquid Silver Books.

Mather smiled. The heat emanating from him made Kojo shiver, made him want to be closer to this man, to feel him. If he could make himself valuable to him, maybe he’d have an easier life. Maybe he’d be able to spend more time with him. Maybe he’d be able to feel the man’s hands roaming his body again.

The captain pushed his chair back from the table. “Reward,” he said, “Stand.”

Kojo’s pulse stammered. It felt like a bird was caged in his chest, flapping his wings to break free. He had no idea what the reward would be, only that it could not be his freedom.

Mather offered his hand and Kojo grasped it, letting the captain pull him to his feet. He inhaled deeply. The man’s blond hair smelled clean and salty with a hint of fish. This close to him, it was impossible for him not to be stirred by the man’s scent. The captain came closer.

Mather ran his fingertips lightly from the base of Kojo’s shaft to his softly swollen tip. His eyes were gentle, uncertain. As though afraid to hurt him.

He inhaled sharply, undone by the simple caress. This was his reward? He’d never expected something like this. Dizzy from shock, he reached out with his one free hand to grab the man’s shoulder. Mather felt solid under his clothes. He longed to feel the captain’s bare skin against his, though the thought scared him—had scared him since the first day on the beach. He’d always imagined fear and desire were two very different things. Now he knew otherwise.

Mather gripped his member tightly, but not enough to hurt. “Do you like this? Hmmm?”

All he could do was moan. He hoped Mather would understand he enjoyed his touch. He certainly didn’t want him to stop. Oh yes, this was what he had been building up to before. His body trembled. Senses overwhelmed, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, awash in the first pleasure he’d ever experienced. His cock grew in Mather’s hand, showing him in action what he could not tell him in words. He wanted this.

Mather slid his hand down the length of it, squeezing it, testing its firmness. He continued to play and fondle, watching Kojo’s face. “I want to watch you come. Come for me, Kojo.” Mather took his balls in one hand while pumping slowly with the other.

Kojo didn’t know what the captain had said. He just wanted time to stand still so this moment would last. The spirits had never told him this type of fulfillment existed.

Incredible pulses of pleasure raced through Kojo’s body. He panted loudly and his enthusiasm spurred Mather to pump his cock faster and faster, at just the rhythm he needed. His toes curled against the wood floor. His breaths came in little pants. Mather ate them all up with his gaze, his smile.

Kojo continued to brace himself with his hand on Mather’s shoulder. Tipping his head back, he let out a long low moan, his body shaking itself to pieces with ecstasy.

A hot stream of cum leaked out of his cock and shot into Mather’s hand. Mather used it as lubricant to ease the speed of his hand. He continued to fondle his balls roughly, prolonging the pleasure. Kojo jerked and gasped for long minutes after, savoring the feel of Mather’s hand.

Once he was milked dry, Mather put his arms around him and eased him back into the chair. He retrieved a piece of flannel and wiped off his cock and then his own hand. The man’s face glowed. He trailed a finger down Kojo’s arm and then drew teasing circles on his chest.

To inspire your naughty side, I am giving away a .pdf copy of my book, The Virgin Madam, which has a hot woman finally giving into her lesbian fantasy and another woman who would risk her life to make her every dream come true.

Comment below on your secret (or not so secret) naughty pleasure for your chance to win and make sure to check out the other blogs in the hop! You have until December 7th to enter for prizes!

Come, be thankful for being naughty!!!

Good luck!

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

The Virgin Madam Release Day and Blog Tour

Today THE VIRGIN MADAM was officially released by Decadent Publishing. Yay! Now it is for sale at all e-book retail outlets. Here is my blog tour schedule. My first stop is at Daisy Bank's Blog today. Thanks, Daisy for kicking off my tour!


After a vicious outlaw murders her father, Laura Rutherford sees no future beyond running the family brothel and kowtowing to the local gang. Not even marriage offers escape. No man can compete with the beautiful women who dance the cancan for her each least not until a gentle stranger sweeps in and opens her eyes to desires too long denied.

Joe Bascum stumbles into Bitterroot Flats looking for a place to hide from a gunman out for blood. When the innocent madam from the local brothel offers a bed and bath, Joe accepts hoping to show the buttoned-up beauty just how right forbidden desire can feel.

When danger escalates, can Laura help Joe defeat the famous Fletcher gang, or is she destined to live a lonely life as the virgin madam?

Blog Tour Schedule:

Nov. 5th     Daisy Banks Blog:
Nov. 6th     Books by M.S Kaye:
Nov. 6th     Diane Saxon's Blog:
Nov. 7th     Gemini Girls:
Nov. 8th     Eva Lefoy's Blog:
Nov. 11th   K.D Grace's Blog:
Nov. 12th   Jan Graham's Blog:
Nov. 13th   Book Reviews and More:
Nov. 14th   Dawn's Reading Nook:
Nov. 15th   Adriana Kraft's Blog: