Oops, I jumped the gun – Contest

MistresssMaster72LGMari Carr was kind enough to point out that vacation has distorted my sense of time!  Mistress’s Master actually comes out NEXT Tuesday 9/6.  I apologize for the confusion.  The good news is this gives you a whole extra week to get entered to win a souvenir from my trip to Hawaii 🙂  Just comment on this post to play.

In the meantime, here’s an excerpt from Men in Blue book 3 along with some more pictures, this time I’m on Kaua’i.

Nothing can bring her to her knees—except a dose of her own medicine.

Men in Blue, Book 3

Mistress Lily, proprietress of the elite Black Lily club, battles something more frightening than the dark forces of her own desire. SexOffender, a potent aphrodisiac designer drug with terrifying side effects, is ripping through the BDSM community.

Determined to protect her charges, Lily plays a dangerous game, cozying up to the drug’s creator while secretly smuggling victims to safety. It’s a war she’s losing…until the night she spots an undercover cop at what is supposed to be a private bash.

Blind luck scored Jeremy Radisson the break he needed to get close to Morselli. Gaining the kingpin’s trust, though, means revealing parts of his past as a legendary Dom. And teaming up with a woman who doesn’t have a submissive bone in her body, yet dominates his every fantasy.

When Morselli unexpectedly changes the rules, Lily and Jeremy find themselves pitted against each other in a wicked game of who’s-on-top. Lily’s forced to make a desperate choice to prove her loyalty. Jeremy relies on every ounce of his power to keep her safe without blowing their cover while praying they survive long enough to find out if she’ll kneel for him…forever.

Product Warnings

Buckle up! This book is a one-way ticket to Dir-tay Town. Stops along the way include Massive Ménage Village, Sex Machine Square and Fisting City. What else would you expect from an experienced Mistress and the Master who tames her?


Copyright © 2011 Jayne Rylon
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

The crack of the whip rent the air. Strips of oiled leather painted bright crimson streaks across pale skin. Shock waves originated from the impact site then radiated through the rapt audience. Jeremy wouldn’t have been surprised if the wooden bleachers they sat on tipped over since nearly all the members in attendance leaned forward in their seats. Relaxed, he reclined, slowly spinning the stem of his wineglass between his fingers.

He closed his eyes.

Not to avoid the scene before him. Rather to savor the crisp whistle of the expertly wielded tool. It sounded again and again. Pregnant anticipation overflowed the instant before the braided cat-o’-nine connected with its target—a fit male slave’s taut buttocks. Even Jeremy could appreciate the man’s form, as if he were a marble statue in the Smithsonian.

Except this art lived. It breathed, groaned and…screamed.

The slave on the receiving end of Mistress Lily’s strike jerked in the wide leather cuffs shackling him, spread eagle, facing the dungeon wall. His fists clenched, and his toes curled where they hung six inches or so off the concrete floor. The man tolerated pain well. He responded beautifully, evidence of the quality of his training.

Another precisely placed contact blasted the audience with reverberations of the energy sparking between the slave and his Mistress. The woman—so tiny, so elegant, so gorgeous and so damn strong—could deliver extreme punishment and still seem like an avenging angel or a violent fairy. She overwhelmed Jeremy with admiration. And lust.

The only thing better than observing her work would be to have her at his mercy.

He placed his drink on a silver tray beside his premium seat, which she had reserved at his last-minute request. Suddenly, he feared he’d grip the delicate crystal goblet too tightly and crush the dazzling vessel. A true Master understood his strength and protected the things he valued at all times. At all costs. Even if it meant denying himself something he’d like—no, needed—to have.

With his free hand, he adjusted himself. One thought of Lily ruined his ironclad control. Yet another reason he should leave her the hell alone.

Three months had passed since he’d cornered the manager of Black Lily, an underground bondage club. He chuckled to himself. The fetish label seemed frivolous, fun and light compared to all that had gone on there. Jeremy recalled trapping Lily in her office to probe for information on his last—current, really—case.

He’d stolen a taste of her succulent lips while they’d wrestled for dominance.

Witnesses to her skills would have laughed him out of the dungeon if he expressed his suspicions, but he swore he’d sensed a hairline crack in her armor. That miniscule hint of surrender had driven his imagination mad every night since. He’d replayed the encounter in his mind so many times he might have worn out those brain cells.

Tonight he didn’t have to rely on the vivid memory. Despite explicit orders from his boss—the head of the DEA task force tracking The Scientist and his designer drug—to avoid Lily’s domain, he hadn’t been able to comply with the directive. He’d sat on his hands long enough. Twelve weeks worth of idleness had compelled him to take a risk when he’d caught wind of tonight’s extravaganza in Lily’s honor.

He wouldn’t miss her going away party.

Where did she plan to run to anyway? When would she come home?

Something was happening. He could sense it in every fiber of his being. So why hadn’t she reached out? She wouldn’t disappear without warning. Wouldn’t abandon the legitimate submissives who begged for her mastery and relied on her to provide a safe outlet for their desires. Would she?

All attempts to contact her had failed. She’d obviously received his veiled messages and saved him a spot. Still, she hadn’t had the guts to pick up his call or accost him in one of the shadowy recesses he’d lurked in before the show began. Had she lingered nearby, had the roles been reversed, he couldn’t have prevented himself from initiating contact.

Damn her.

Despite his frustration, he appraised the star of his fantasies. Her waist-length braid would make a great tether, wrapped around his wrist. Thick and shiny, it snaked down her vinyl-coated spine. The rope tapered off near the swell of her pert ass, which made his palm itch to smack it. He’d give his last month’s pay to observe it jiggle and flush red. Spanking her—inspiring a sting across his skin even as he shared the burn—ranked high on his bucket list.

High-gloss, obsidian fabric might as well have been painted onto her skin. It couldn’t get more form fitting. Every curve of her toned calves and thighs along with her lush hips and breasts tantalized him—visible yet hidden. Catwoman couldn’t hold a flame to her.

His obsession released her prey temporarily, enlisting the help of two additional slaves to reposition the focus of her attention. Her devotees scrambled to obey. If they behaved, exceeding her lofty expectations, they might be next. This could be their last chance to suffer for her. To shine for her. The beauty of the voluntary power exchange playing out before him stole his breath.

It’d been so long.

The glorious oblation of her admirers underscored the horror wrought by those who would pervert the sacred relationship, forcing others to submit. As had happened here so recently. Hell, maybe still did in the unmonitored corners of the dungeon.

Had Lily decided to abandon her haven because evil continued to infiltrate the club?

Why wouldn’t his superiors turn him loose? Let him help.

Maybe they figured he’d be recognized. After all, he had assisted Lily in freeing the victims of her psychotic, drug-addicted father and the chemical for which the asshole had sacrificed his life.

Jeremy doubted he would ever enter this place without remembering the day he’d stood by Lily’s side as she personally apologized to each woman she’d unshackled and escorted to safety. He’d tried to comfort her silent anguish and convince her the victims’ misery hadn’t been her fault.

Yet, the Dom in him understood the burden of her suffering. The injury, or worse, of a submissive entrusted to your care and protection left a soul-deep scar that never healed.

He carried one of his own.

Jeremy resisted the urge to scratch the new growth prickling his jaw and cheeks when a sheen of perspiration developed on his skin. The neat beard suited him surprisingly well, considering he’d never worn one before. It rocketed him from geeky computer detective to badass Master. Then again, his leather pants, shiny black boots and bare, ripped chest—which revealed the barbells in his nipples and the string of tattoos low on his abdomen—didn’t hurt either.

For once, his appearance matched his soul. None of the potential enemies in attendance would suspect his affiliation with law enforcement or worry about him infiltrating their inner sanctum. At least he had to believe so. Otherwise, his presence might jeopardize Li



Blue Water and Men in Blue

MistresssMaster72LGBlue water and Men in Blue.  They have something in common right?  Okay, not much but… I’m still on vacation!  And the third Men in Blue book is out in two short days.  I hope you’ll check out Jeremy and Lily’s story.  In the meantime… here’s some pretty pictures from Hawaii.  Today we explored the North Shore.  Tomorrow it’s off to Kauai!  Remember to leave a comment to be entered into my release day contest for a souvenir from my trip 🙂


MistresssMaster72LGSo, I hope you’ll forgive me for not being so organized about having release day fun for Mistress’s Master. It comes out Tuesday (and is already up for pre-sale at Samhain, Amazon & B&N) by the way! I’m thrilled for the next installment in the Men in Blue series, please don’t doubt that. BUT… I’m on vacation! In Hawaii. And despite my best intentions, I’m guessing I might not be as diligent about posting the character interviews and contests I had planned.

So instead, I’m going to post some of the highlights of my trip and I’ll choose one commenter on the posts from now until release day to win a souvenir from Hawaii 🙂 Sound like fun? Good.

Day 1 – We arrived in Honolulu yesterday at 2:30 local time.  Despite a long day of flying we hit Waikiki beach right away and tested our snorkel gear before wandering into a Japanese street fair (where I got an ENORMOUS cotton candy, I knew this was paradise) and then watched fireworks over the ocean.  Here are a few pictures.  Now it’s off to Hanauma Nature Preserve then to Pearl Harbor.  See you all tomorrow!

Cari Quinn Made Me Cry… Twice

provokeme_msrOkay, so I won’t reveal exactly why but I hope you’ll find out for yourself.  You see, it happened when I read Cari’s awesome book, Provoke Me.  Provoke Me is the second in her Unveiled series from Ellora’s Cave.   I also read Reveal Me and loved that one too.  I sent Cari an email gushing over it when I finished but couldn’t stop reading long enough to post to my blog about it before picking up book two.  PS… If you are my editor and you are reading this, I promise I was hard at work on Devon’s Pair (Powertools #4) not goofing off, reading.

I also wanted to give a big shout out to Cari’s editor Jillian Bell.  Both of the books were exceptionally clean.  I didn’t notice a single typo in Reveal Me, which is something I can’t say for most books I’ve read lately (including my own, yipes).

So, long story short… If you’re looking for a hot, contemporary romance, give this one a shot.  Plus it’s about people who work in a book store, what’s not to love about that?


Who Appreciates Readers? This author!

RAWAs much as I enjoy writing, my books would really just be stories on my laptop if not for all of you readers.  Every time someone sends me a simple note or an elaborate explanation of why they love something I’ve written I can’t tell you how much it means.  The only thing better than chatting with readers online or through the mail is meeting them at conferences.  I’ve met so many people that I keep in constant contact with through these great parties that I look forward to each one more and more.  Seeing friendly faces and meeting new people is the highlight of my year.

SO… I wanted to tell you all about one of my favorite events.  Lora Leigh’s Reader Appreciation Weekend is a blast.  It’s a big party for people like us, who love to read!  One of the first erotic romances I ever stumbled across was Marly’s Choice.  And ever since then there was no turning back.  I can’t tell you what a privilege is it to talk to some of my absolute favorite authors (Shayla Black and Mari Carr I’m looking at you too!).

F6276a-01Hey, I’m a reader first!    I’ve been to this event the past two years and it’s always great fun.  There’s a PJ party and a masquerade.  Don’t worry, if you’re not comfortable dressing up you can wear regular clothes, no worries.  But this year I’m thinking of going all out since I skimped on the costumes at RT.  What do you think?  I’ll be pairing it with a feathery mask in true masquerade ball style (but you can wear any costume you like or none at all… well… you have to wear SOMETHING but it can be whatever you like).

And this year the event is going to be at a really great-looking resort in Maryland, the Rocky Gap Lodge and Golf Resort, from October 27th-30th.  I can’t wait.  You know why?  The best new add to the schedule in my opinion is SMORES night.  That’s right.  Marshmallows.  Mmmmm.

Okay, if that hasn’t convinced you then I’m not sure what will.  Authors, books, raffles, SMORES, costume parties, goodies, and lots more are waiting.  Come on over to Lora Leigh’s Reader Appreciation Weekend.  Confirmed authors are listed on their site along with all the details you need to register.  You can check it out here.

I’ll leave you with a snapshot from last year.  Cause you have to love these readers!  I hope to see you again or meet you there.  Only 11 weeks left to go!


Jayne and Lora 2