Reminder – Blog Talk Radio Tomorrow

You can hear Ellora’s Cave founder Jaid Black, cover model CJ Hollenbach and author Jayne Rylon Tuesday, 7pm EDT (11pm UTC) June 2 on Blog Talk Radio’s Publishing Insiders show, hosted by Author Marketing Experts. The show is titled “It’s Getting Hot in Here — Erotica Equals Hot Books and Even Hotter Sales.”

Here’s what Author Marketing Experts Inc. is saying about the show: “Steamy novels and cover boy hunks have given publishing a much-needed shot in the arm. Learn how the Erotic Romance genre is just exploding. Learn about the skyrocketing sales and the methods erotica authors and publishers use to find their audience. And — wonder how those handsome hunks end up on the cover? We’ll find out how they get there and what it’s like to be on the cover of one of the hottest selling books around!”

To listen to the show, go to http://www.blogtalkradio.com/thepublishinginsiders or call 347-838-9387. They’ll also be live tweeting the show via @bookgal and @paulaatame

I’m going to be on Blog Talk Radio!

You can hear Ellora’s Cave founder Jaid Black, cover model CJ Hollenbach and author Jayne Rylon Tuesday, 7pm EDT (11pm UTC) June 2 on Blog Talk Radio’s Publishing Insiders show, hosted by Author Marketing Experts. The show is titled “It’s Getting Hot in Here — Erotica Equals Hot Books and Even Hotter Sales.”

Here’s what Author Marketing Experts Inc. is saying about the show: “Steamy novels and cover boy hunks have given publishing a much-needed shot in the arm. Learn how the Erotic Romance genre is just exploding. Learn about the skyrocketing sales and the methods erotica authors and publishers use to find their audience. And — wonder how those handsome hunks end up on the cover? We’ll find out how they get there and what it’s like to be on the cover of one of the hottest selling books around!”

To listen to the show, go to http://www.blogtalkradio.com/thepublishinginsiders or call 347-838-9387. They’ll also be live tweeting the show via @bookgal and @paulaatame

New Release! Driven

My Cougar Challenge menage released from Ellora’s Cave today!  Here’s some info and a snippet from the book:

driven

ISBN: 9781419927720

Blurb:  Book eight in the Cougar Challenge series.  These books do not have to be read in order to be enjoyed.

Lynn Madison transformed from repressed corporate drone to bold seductress overnight when her online friends at Tempt the Cougar encouraged her to take charge of her destiny.  Their advice haunts her as she drools over the hottest Italian Stallion on the planet while stranded in an airport.

Sebastian Fiori is a master of speed.  A rally car driver, he’s used to winning on and off the track.  He sees no need to brake around the sophisticate who revs his engine.  After spotting Lynn’s decadent ménage novel, he prepares to take her for the ride of a lifetime—with his navigator, Mark.

Storm delays threatening Lynn’s brand new life would be far more upsetting if her young stud wasn’t offering a first-class ticket to indulge her fantasy on the way to fulfilling her dream.  Neither of them expects their rendezvous to last beyond their transatlantic flight on his private jet.  But sometimes there’s no escaping the forces of nature.

Excerpt:

“Excuse me. I realize you’re swamped right now but I have a flight to Europe to catch in less than five hours. Can you give me any estimate at all of how long it might be before we’re en route?”

“Sorry, ma’am.” The freckle-faced kid made her feel ancient. “I’m not supposed to say.”

No use in hassling the guy. She’d worked her share of shit jobs in her college years. “I understand. Thanks, anyway.”

Just as she turned, the kid whispered, “But…if I were you, I’d go for a rental car. With this mess, you’ll be lucky to snag one. If you can though, the drive’s only four hours or so. If traffic’s not bad, you’ll make your flight. That’s more than I can promise if you hang around here.”

Lynn nodded. “That’s what I thought.”

“Let me call for you. I have the number on speed dial.” He tapped the monstrous phone on his desk then waited a beat before asking, “Hey, Russell, can I make a reservation for a passenger? I’m going to send her right over to you.”

She held her breath as the kid listened. Then sighed when he cursed under his breath.

“Nothing at all? Not even to carpool up to JFK?” Another pause. “Yeah, trust me, you should see things in here. It’s a zoo today. I don’t get paid enough for this. Not your fault, man. Thanks.”

He didn’t meet her gaze as he replaced the handset in the cradle as though he expected her to rant and rave.

“It’s okay. I appreciate you trying.” Lynn couldn’t prevent her disappointment from shading her tone.

“Want me to see what’s available for standby, maybe we can reroute you?”

“There’s not enough time…”

Lynn jumped when someone cupped her elbow. Without looking, she recognized Sebastian’s scent and the gentle yet firm way he ensnared her.  She leaned into his hold as her knees turned to jelly.

“That won’t be necessary. I’ve made other arrangements for us.”

“You did what?” Her hackles rose. She hadn’t fought to break every single confining influence in her life only to let some stranger start making her decisions.

He ignored her outrage. “Could you please have our luggage forwarded to our final destination?”

Sebastian passed a torn corner of paper with an address scribbled on it over her head. She concentrated on closing her gaping mouth and relaxing her contorted face in case it stuck like that. As if she needed more wrinkles!

“Yes of course, Mr. Fiori.”

She whipped around to face the attendant. Obviously rally car racing meant more than she’d realized. Her young coconspirator stared at Sebastian as she imagined he would Superman or maybe one of the Yankees.

“How do you know where I’m headed?” The squeak came out an octave above her usual tone.

“Your friends told me you’re starting your trip in Paris. I’m on my way to France for a rally. By the way, Rachel says to have a good time.” He had the balls to wink at her.

She sputtered, trying to find the anger she knew should raise her blood pressure over his violation of her privacy. Still, none seemed to materialize. Had he opened the door to her fantasies? Could it be so horrible to accept his offer if it was what she would have chosen anyway?

At least she didn’t have to face humiliation. When he’d discovered the blog, he could have left—could have walked away without looking over his shoulder. But he hadn’t. He’d come to claim her.

“I’d love to get to know you better.” His knuckles skimmed her cheekbone, sending a rush of anticipation through her. “Besides, it’s the only way you’re going to make it on time. I promise not to bite. Unless you ask nice.”

Before self-doubt sabotaged her instincts, she nuzzled his fingers then turned her face to nip one. “Let’s go then. Don’t want to miss our flight.”

She’d forgotten about their audience until the young man cleared his throat. “C-could I get your autograph?”

“Sure. What’s your name?” Sebastian worked a silver Sharpie and a glossy collector card from his back pocket.

“Jim.”

Holy crap. He’d come prepared. She gawked at the image of him posing in a full-body racing suit. It shouldn’t be possible for one man to look that sexy.

Sebastian jotted a quick note then signed the thick stock. “Nice to meet you, Jim. Thanks for taking care of the luggage.”

“No problem. This rocks!” The two guys bumped fists, a trend she would never understand. Still, she didn’t linger on the generational difference between her and Sebastian. How could she when he made it effortless to stay near him?

They waved as they left the counter. She attempted to unburden Sebastian by reclaiming her carry-on but he refused to let her shoulder it, instead, stacking it on top of his own duffle. When she drifted near the rental car kiosks, he draped an arm around her waist then steered her toward the terminal exit instead.

“You got a car already?”

“I didn’t have any luck with the rentals either.” He frowned. “We’re going to have to let someone else drive.”

“What do you mean?” Her eyes narrowed a moment before they made their way outside. “Sebastian! You can’t hire a limo for a four-hour drive. It’s going to cost a fortune!”

“You want to make our flight, gorgeous?”

She sighed. “Let me pay for half.”

“No need.” When she would have objected, he silenced her by pressing his lips to hers, catching her off guard. Any possible argument evaporated from her brain as she soaked in the heat of his embrace. Her palms landed on his sculpted chest. His long fingers supported her neck while his lips sampled each of hers then traced the seam between them. She gasped at the sensation, parting for his gentle exploration. Instead of pressing his advantage though, he retreated.

Dazed, she didn’t understand him at first when he murmured, “This one’s on Driven Wild. They need me there for the time trials. Ride up to New York with me. I want to get to know you better.”

She wondered exactly what he had in mind when his palms skimmed over her shoulder then along the length of her back until he stopped a fraction of an inch short of her ass. The old Lynn would have waited to see what developed. The new Lynn didn’t have that kind of patience.

No more wasted time, remember? “Does getting to know each other involve talking or making out?”

She bit her lip as she hoped he understood she couldn’t quite go for broke yet. What she really wanted to ask was, “Are we going to get it on in the limo?”

What would she do if he expected them to mess around? Would she run toward the waiting car or away from it? She couldn’t say for certain, but she knew which option her soaked pussy voted for.

“I’m yours for the ride, gorgeous. Whatever you like, I’m here to please. No pressure either way. No judgment and no hard feelings.”

The chauffer rounded the car then held the gleaming door open as they hashed out the details of their arrangement. Sebastian inched forward, nudging her toward the waiting vehicle. She’d never faced temptation so strong before. Not one reason to refuse him came to mind.

Lynn surrendered. Her forehead rested on his chest as she agreed, “Let’s go.”

“You won’t regret it.”

Lynn smiled across the intimate space at Sebastian as he described growing up in one of the most beautiful places on earth. Eyes closed, he tipped his head into the rest. His legs splayed on the supple leather bench seat. An empty flute held the remnants of the champagne they’d split. Though it hadn’t yet been an hour since they’d left Harrisburg, the steady clip of miles rolling by felt like sand pouring through an hourglass.

Their legs pressed together from knees to feet. They’d both kicked off their shoes once they’d settled into the plush limo. His socked toes rubbed against hers then up to her ankle idly as they talked, hopping from subject to subject.

Considering their age differences, they had an amazing amount in common.

“What’s your favorite food?”

She blinked while her mind caught up to what he’d asked. “I love spaghetti.”

“Me too,” he grinned. “It’s sort of required by my birthright.”

“White wine or red?” she countered.

“Red all the way.”

“I agree.” She smiled.

A horn blast jolted her from their exchange. Sebastian cursed then peered out the window as streams of traffic passed them on the left. The knuckles of his hand turned white where they rested on his knee.

“It really does bother you not to drive, doesn’t it?” Lynn covered his fingers with her own, loosening their grip. God, his hands were huge compared to hers. So strong.

“Stupid, right?” He shook his head in chagrin.

“No, not when you’re so highly trained. I can understand how it would make you anxious.” She massaged his ultra-tense thigh muscle until he relaxed a smidge.

“If I were up there, I could get us to New York in two hours flat.”

“But then we’d have less time for…this.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees until she couldn’t evade his piercing gaze. “Distract me?”

“How?” Lynn gulped.

“Come sit here while we talk.” He patted the seat beside his hip.

Tired of tiptoeing around the chemistry threatening to blow them both to smithereens, she did one better. She crawled onto his lap. He smiled as he reached for her. The bulk of his shoulders filled her arms when she wrapped them around him before letting him tug her the rest of the way over him. Soft fabric teased her thighs as her skirt rode higher. She settled, kneeling with one leg on either side of his trim hips.

Sebastian shifted forward to give her room to explore the broad expanse of his back with her greedy hands. His abdomen fit tight against her. The pressure of his hard-on imprinting on her belly had her sucking in a breath. The expansion of her chest melded her hard nipples to his solid pecs. She squirmed beneath the weight of her arousal, hoping to get it under control.

No such luck. She moaned aloud.

“You’re so responsive. That’s such a turn-on.” He stroked her hair, making her glad she’d taken the extra time to blow-dry and curl it with her fat, round brush before packing the last of her toiletries this morning. Somehow it had felt like a special occasion. “And so gorgeous.”

“And almost twice your age. Do you go for older women often?”

“Never before you. You’re everything I was looking for but didn’t know I wanted. It’s not a pick-up line or something. You’re so damn refined compared to the women I’ve dated. But not stuck-up or snobby. More like…graceful, elegant, mature and reserved.”

His genuine awe erased her self-consciousness.

No answer came to mind when his full lips mesmerized her. She swore the flavor of him from the airport lingered, mingling with the champagne they’d drunk. Delicious. She craved another taste.

The greenish-blue of his eyes reminded her of the Mediterranean waters he’d described with heartfelt sentiment, rivaling the greatest poetry she’d ever read. With the addition of the heat in them, she half expected them to steam up.

Unable to resist a moment longer, she buried her fingers in the unruly locks of his thick brown hair then captured his mouth. This kiss held no hint of the gentle coercion they’d shared earlier. No, this time she pillaged, taking what she wanted while he gave as good in return.

Euphoria washed over her, urging her to ride the wave. For the first time in her life, she understood what the word “lust” really meant. When she ground her pelvis into his, he met the motion with a thrust of his own, stroking her aching core with his denim-encased hard-on.

That’s when she heard the whhhhp of something ripping.

“Oh my God. Did I hurt you?” She would have scrambled off him but he still had one arm wrapped around her.

Instead of shrieking in pain, he laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

When he collapsed against the seat, leaving a wedge of space between their torsos, she saw it too. Lynn slid to the floor between his knees to get a better look at the split seam in the crotch of his jeans.

“Fucking sponsors. These damn things were about to castrate me.”

Afraid her eyes might bulge out of her skull, she couldn’t help herself. She traced the frayed edge of the hole—where his olive flesh peeked from beneath the confining packaging—with the tip of her index finger.

“You’re not wearing underwear either,” she whispered.

“Never do,” he growled behind clenched teeth. “I’m getting rid of these before the button gives way and puts your eye out. Safety first, gorgeous.”

“Let me.” She brushed his hands away from her target. When their fingers skimmed his erection, he hissed.

“Hurry.”

Lynn shoved his gray t-shirt up his six-pack abs to expose the waistband of his jeans. She wrestled the button at the top of his fly. It gave way, tearing the zipper open as well.

“Ahhh.” Sebastian groaned as she relieved the pressure on his straining cock.

He had her previous lovers beat by a solid three inches. Her mouth watered at the sight.

Together they peeled his jeans from his hips. He lifted to help her strip them off then sat, unashamed and primed, before her. She peeked up at his face from her place on the floor, her lashes lowered.

“Whatever you want,” he murmured.

“I want you.”

RT Wrap Up

Whew!  It’s over.  I’m sad, exhausted and looking forward to the next time International Heat ladies converge.  Fortunately that won’t be too long as three of us plan to attend Lori Foster’s Get Together next month.

Yesterday was a great end to a fabulous conference.  We started the day with breakfast as usual.  Everyone knows breakfast isn’t my thing, but I’ll miss chatting with Lexxie, Valerie and Mari over eggs and an admittedly delicious croissant.

Afterward, we gathered up our promo, convinced each other we’d rock and headed down to our very first print signing.  I have to say, Lexxie and Mari had amazing displays of goodies (which I wasn’t able to grab a picture of before they let the crowds in).  It was great to see so many readers flooding the aisles.  Especially when many of them were familiar faces!  Drea, Amy, Kathy and many, many more made the time fly by.  Thank you for coming out and stopping by to say hello.  You really made the event!

During the signing, Jambrea joined us for the day.  It was so great to see her again.  Valerie and Jambi were a huge help bringing us water and getting all our books signed!

By the time two o’clock came around we were grateful to have some time to relax in Lexxie’s room.  Of course we had a heap of inappropriate yet hysterical conversations while we waited for our afternoon events.

It’s not often we get five IH’ers in the same room so I have to say that was a highlight of my convention.  Drea joined us as well so you know it was a blast!

Next, we branched out.  Jambrea prepared for the Total E Bound author dinner at Hyde Park, which she told us was fabulous.  Valerie and Drea held down the fort in Lexxie’s room.  Lexxie stepped out for a meal with Charlaine Harris then, when she returned, Mari, Lexxi and I attended the Samhain Wine and Cheese mixer.

It was fabulous to hang out with Samhain staff and authors one last time before we packed up shop.  Everyone with the publisher is amazing and they pulled off a fabulous RT.  In fact, I’d like to give a shout out to all the staff at all our publishers for making our experiences at our first RT smooth and successful.

So many great events in such a short time!  Then again, that was the theme of the conference.  Chock full of networking, partying and fangirl moments.  After saying goodbye to Lexxie, we headed back to my house for a fabulous dinner cooked by my husband.  Mari tried to poison me with a drink she named in honor of me (I had to try at least one, right?).  A shot of Patron chased with cotton candy.  And that’s all I have to say about that.

When my stomach felt a little less like Mt. Vesuvius we organized the swag and goodies we’d collected over the past week into tote bags to giveaway to lucky Heat Wave Readers who weren’t able to attend the conference.  I can’t believe how much loot there is!

So… there you have it.  The conference is done, IH ladies are on the road and I’m counting the days until we meet again!

Jayne
www.jaynerylon.com