Northern Exposure – First Review!

Northern Exposure

Well the first review is in for Northern Exposure, which is the first in a four-book series co-written by Mari Carr and me.  It’s a great review!  You can check out the whole thing on the Whipped Cream review site but  I really like this part:

“It is not everyday that you fall in love with all the characters in a book, but each one left me with a warm and contented feeling through out the story.

Both Jayne Rylon and Mari Carr did an incredible job telling this wonderful story, and the plot just flowed like cool water on a hot summer day from beginning to end. Yes, there were some steamy love scenes between the three — enough to make you squirm in your seat — but it was definitely done with good taste and a lot of soul deep emotion.

Northern Exposure is truly a love story that will warm the heart and take the chill of the winter from your bones. Do not miss this one –it will be an absolutely delicious addition to your library. I cannot wait for the next book in the Compass Brothers series so I can see how Lucy, Colby and Silas are doing as well as see what Silas’ other brothers are up to.”

Is it March 15th yet?!


Out Today – Red Light Book 3

Can't Buy LoveIt’s finally here, the moment many of you have written to me asking about… the day Star finds an HEA/HFN ending.  I suppose this technically makes the Red Light Series cross the line from erotica to erotic romance in many people’s minds, but for me, I always thought of the story as erotic romance just one where the hero and heroine had to work extra hard.

Star will never be traditional.  So don’t expect this book to be either.  However, I think the storyline is evolving to demonstrate what perfect happiness looks like for our unconventional couple.  I hope to write many more stories in this series as I can imagine a million more adventures for the pair.

Just in case, I feel comfortable with where they are by the end of this book.  I hope you’re satisfied too!

Can’t Buy Love is the third installment in an ongoing saga about a sex worker in Amsterdam.  It can be read as a standalone book but relies heavily on prior episodes.  For the fullest enjoyment I would recommend reading them in order.

PS… Don’t tell Mari Carr I made her a hooker, it’s our little secret.


What man would be crazy enough to date a whore?  Star is a sex worker in Amsterdam’s red light district.  After the intimate exchange between her and Rick, she’s hoped to take their adventure into affection farther.  Too bad he’s disappeared for weeks.

When he resurfaces, to deliver her portion of the paycheck they’d earned by starring in a live sex show together, the magnetism between them proves irresistible.  In the wake of undeniable passion, they’re left wondering if they can make a relationship work in unconventional circumstances.

They’re both convinced… you can buy sex, but you can’t buy love.  And nothing else will satisfy their hunger for each other.


An Excerpt From: CAN’T BUY LOVE

Copyright © JAYNE RYLON, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Bleeding Love

I scour the bobbing faces that comprise the current of humanity streaming past my window. None of the unfamiliar features belong to the man I crave. Rick. Where is he? He should stride by my booth in Amsterdam’s red light district, or maybe hop inside for quick relief—his and mine—and end up being a few minutes late to his post as a bouncer for the live sex show debauching the other end of the block.


If he maintains his clockwork schedule. Sometime in the past three years since I’d opened my window to negotiate the first of a million not-so-standard suck and fucks with him, I’d noted his rock-solid patterns in the recess of my mind. Worse, I’d become accustomed to his routine. Until he let me down by withholding my glimpse of him.

For two weeks straight.

My cell phone’s simple bell tone startles me, jarring me from my obsessive inspection. I don’t have to leave my perch on my stool to reach the tiny stand holding my ledger, a lockbox, a clock and my phone. I tilt the screen toward myself, hoping the glowing readout proclaims Rick is attempting to contact me despite never having given him my unlisted number.

Oh crap. Not only is it not him, but it also seems I’ve been busted.

Star of ChristmasI hit the receive button, bracing myself for a typhoon of well-intended scolding.

“Perk it up over there, sister!”

I can’t help it. I laugh when Mari shouts so I can hear while I bring the device to my ear. She’s not psychic. She works the booth across the street from mine. I glance up to witness her blowing me a kiss. Instead of catching it, I bat it back with my middle finger.

A couple stares at me as though I’m crass simply because of my profession. Well, if the gesture fits…

“Don’t you have anybody else to harass? Your regular Tuesday-at-nine customer likes it when you spank him. Save it for someone who will reward your effort.”

Mari sticks her tongue out at me, catching the interest of a young man in ripped jeans who probably couldn’t afford a fifteen-minute session with the high-end workers in this section of the district. Too bad, he seems cute and frisky. Exactly the type Mari prefers and attracts with her lighthearted, playful offering.

“Seriously, Star.” Mari pauses her habitual swaying to meet my gaze across the canal and the river of people passing us by. “Are you all right? I’ve never seen you so solemn. No dancing, no flirting, no smiles for the shy guys…”

“I’m fine.”

“Just lovesick.”

“How the hell did this happen?” I massage the ache at the base of my neck.

“Well, you met this smoking-hot guy who doesn’t seem to mind that you service other men for a living. Then somehow you left him hanging.”


“Sorry, Star, I’m just joking. Not the right time. I know.” She’s seldom serious and I can’t fault her for it now. Men adore banging her silly. Perky and intelligent don’t often pair up. And it’s not as though she’s entirely wrong. “I hate that you’re hurting. It’s like the time that drunk bastard hit me when I wouldn’t agree to anal and you flew off the handle. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t chased him off with your wicked heels. I just… Let me be here for you?”

“I appreciate the thought. But there’s no bad guy this time. No one to hunt and destroy.”

“More like someone to hold hostage and perform all your tricks for until he sees what a mistake he’s making. Look, maybe Rick’s spending an extended time with his family. You said he’s close to them, right? He headed home for the holidays. I’m sure…”

“I convinced myself that was the case for the first week. The holiday season is peak time around here, sex shows included. Tommy can’t be down his best bouncer for that long. Rick has to be back by now.”

“Do you want me to ask around? I can take a break later tonight and run over there quick. I can be stealthy.”

“What part of daisy dukes and two sunflowers on fishing line covering your ginormous tits will camouflage you in the middle of winter?” I glare at her from my post. “Don’t you dare. No way. I won’t be that girl. Come on, how attractive is it when one of our clients turns clingy? Takes things too far. Rick and I fucked. Onstage. For a ton of cash. And celebrated afterward in private. It might not have meant anything more to him.”

“And you?”

“It doesn’t matter if he never shows up at my window again. He’s allowed to change his mind.”

“Shit, and he was a loyal customer too. Maybe your best.”

“No kidding. I’ll miss…” I can’t bring myself to admit it. “The income.”


“Bitch.” I smile as I deliver the lighthearted curse. “Pay attention. The younger, blond-haired guy approaching from the north looks interested. He’s done a not-so-subtle browse twice already, debating. Seems like he could be a fun one. Nice body under that soft gray fleece.”

“Damn, you’re right. I gotta go. I’ll check in later. Maybe we can grab some breakfast?”

“Sure.” If my appetite for nourishment in forms other than a hunky bouncer reappears anytime soon.

Through My Window by Jayne RylonWhy did Mari have to plant her wild ideas in my brain—in my heart? She couldn’t have known Rick’s boss Tommy had arranged to drop off my check from the Kinkmas pageant in less than a half an hour. How hard would it be to ask, casually, if Rick had made it home yet?

Damn it, no. If my costar—my client, my friend and the only true lover I’ve ever had—cares for me to know where the hell he’s vanished to, he’ll impart the news himself. Did my decision to walk away after a night of public thrills and private sharing kill any chance we had to sustain even our casual relationship? Had he realized dating a sex worker couldn’t lead to anything but disaster?

Truth is, I’m afraid to ask. I’ve nurtured the fuzzy tingles in my belly, hoping for another chance to stretch our boundaries or at least return to the intimate exchange of pleasure we’ve perfected over numerous sessions in my window.

The answer could fracture the delicate spark glowing in my core. It’s too new, too brilliant for me to take the chance.

So, I stand here, wearing the platform-heeled boots that make me the perfect height for Rick to fuck while I’m standing, bent over on my loft stairs. I wait—not so patiently. I dream—of what might have been with one special partner while hundreds of others consider purchasing the goods I would freely give my absent lover. A fraction of what I’d gift him with really since our trust ensures I’d journey deeper into kinky sexuality in his arms than I would with the average patron.

Our electrifying Christmas show had proved the extremes we were willing to indulge in onstage before the admiring gazes of a thousand or so strangers. Could Rick abandon what they’d all applauded, the chemistry arcing between us as bright as the sparks he’d harnessed to thrill me? My hand slips over my ribs to cup my breast, rubbing my straining nipple.

A man crashes into the bicycle rack in front of my window.

Not the first time that’s happened. Mari and I have joked about strapping a pillow to the weathered metal or covering the flaking paint with a coat of florescent orange to avoid a negligence lawsuit.

Even the unintended compliment can’t inspire my smile for long. I miss the radiance of Rick’s eyes, the imperfection of his twice-broken nose and the well-muscled frame he fills out so damn well. Almost as much as I mourn the loss of his open-minded acceptance, genuine attentiveness and the natural attraction that billows between us like a mushroom cloud whenever we enter the same space.

A gnawing ache twists my stomach. Hunger has built inside me since I rejected the feast Rick offered on Christmas day. Despite my ironclad belief it had been the right decision for Rick and his family, fifteen days have oozed by with the bizarre unnaturalness of ultra-slow-motion video. By running out on Christmas day, I sacrificed my chance to go back for seconds, thirds or five hundred and seventy-sixths of the passion he inspires in me, sweeter than any dessert. Like a woman on a restrictive fad diet, the longing for a taste of him—even just a quick blowjob—is driving me insane.

When did I become the sort of woman who reconsiders her outfit in case a particular male happens to catch a glimpse of it? Or one who fusses with arranging herself at the best possible angle for viewing from his usual direction of approach?

I can’t pinpoint the exact moment he altered me.

Still, that doesn’t stop me from scrutinizing each tall tourist with close-cut yet messy hair or wilting a tiny bit more with each near miss.

I glance at the clock beside my ledger. Quarter after nine. His shift has already begun. He’s never late—too dependable for tardiness. A do-gooder bad boy, if such a thing is possible. He’s not coming. Again.

My sigh buffets the soft, natural waves of my hair, which hides my eyes as I study the ancient hardwood flooring. Until a familiar triple knock rattles the glass.

Available from Ellora’s Cave


Compass Brothers Virtual Book Tour

Northern Exposure

Jayne Rylon and Mari Carr will be making numerous appearances in March to promote the release of the first book in their Compass Brothers series, Northern Exposure. There will be lots of excerpts, fun facts and prizes! Below is a list of scheduled appearances with more to be added, so keep checking back.

March 1           Maya Banks Facebook Launch Party (simply Like Maya’s page to attend)

Mari’s blogging at The Romance Studio

March 2           Jayne was interviewed by Elayne S. Venton

March 3           Jayne blogs at International Heat

March 4

March 5           Twitter-fest! Follow Jayne and Mari for cowboy fun on Twitter!

March 6           The Compass boys will be heating things up over at Heat Wave.

March 7           Mari will be blogging at Novelspot ALL week

March 8

March 9

March 10        Jayne and Mari hang out with fellow Cougar Challenge pal, Desiree Holt.

March 11         Join Jayne and Mari for a Compass Party Facebook-style

March 12

March 13         Join Jayne and Mari for a Compass Brothers Hoedown – SP café at 7 PM.

March 14         Mari’s getting All Tied Up at the Forbidden Bookshelf

March 15         Northern Exposure RELEASE DAY!

Jayne’s blogging at Samhain’s Weblog.

Mari’s hanging out at Seductive Musings

March 16         Mari’s joining Kris Cook’s Chatters at 8 PM

New Release and More!

Can't Buy LoveIt’s almost here!  Wednesday (2/23)  marks the release of Can’t Buy Love, the third installment in the Red Light series featuring Star and Rick.


What man would be crazy enough to date a whore?  Star is a sex worker in Amsterdam’s red light district.  After the intimate exchange between her and Rick, she’s hoped to take their adventure into affection farther.  Too bad he’s disappeared for weeks.

When he resurfaces, to deliver her portion of the paycheck they’d earned by starring in a live sex show together, the magnetism between them proves irresistible.  In the wake of undeniable passion, they’re left wondering if they can make a relationship work in unconventional circumstances.

They’re both convinced… you can buy sex, but you can’t buy love.  And nothing else will satisfy their hunger for each other.

Northern ExposureAlso, I wanted to let you know that Mari Carr and I are going to be doing a Virtual Book Tour in honor of our co-written release, Northern Exposure.  The first half of March we’re going to be doing something fun every day so check back soon for more details on where you can come hang out with us, chat and win some prizes.

Hope to see you there!


Lots of Updates!

Can't Buy LoveI feel like there’s been a bunch of fun news lately but I’ve been busy at my day job, including a whirlwind trip to Montreal in the heart of winter, and writing Mistress’s Master (Men in Blue 3) in the evenings.  Between all that, I haven’t taken the time to share as much as I could have.  Sorry! 🙂

So…  first up, is a biggie.  I just found out today that Can’t Buy Love, Red Light Book 3 featuring Star will release from Ellora’s Cave on FEBRUARY 23RD!  HOORAY!  And you don’t have to wait a long time either.  For those of you who were a little timid about reading because of the lack of HEA, you’ll be glad to know there is a solid HFN at the end of Can’t Buy Love that incorporates the story line from the first two books.  Click on the cover for a blurb and excerpt!

Next, Kayla’s Gift has an official cover!  I have to say my hat’s off to Angie Waters again for bringing the crew to life.  In fact, Kayla’s Gift is dedicated to my fabulous cover artist.  The artwork she’s done for this series has really captured the spirit of the heroes and are just plain yummilicious.  Click on the cover for a blurb and excerpt from Powertools book three, coming MAY 3RD.

KaylasGift72LGAs a random aside, Kayla’s Gift will be my fifteenth published book!  My good friend Jambrea Jo Jones has her fifteenth coming out just hours apart.  We’re going to have to have a celebration event of some sort so keep your eyes peeled!

I also heard today that Morgan’s Surprise was awarded a 4.5 Cherry review from LASR Whipped Cream!  This means it will be up for best book of the week in the poll that opens for voting tomorrow.  If you enjoyed the book, I would love your support.  You can check out the review here.

Last, as far as I can remember at the moment, but certainly not least… When I first started writing I stumbled upon a great group of critique partners who helped me immensely.  One of them was Elayne Venton!  Almost five years from sitting down to write my first book, the group we belonged to is defunt but we haven’t lost touch with each other.  In fact, Elayne has interviewed me in her newsletter this month.  Feel free to stop by and read a little bit about how I got started and what’s coming next here.