Pick Your Pleasure – Double Reviewed!

PickYourPleasure-FINAL finalThanks so much to everyone who’s making my day!  Pick Your Pleasure has been getting rave reviews from readers on Facebook and this morning it also got 4.5 stars and the True Gem designation from not one but two reviewers at Guilty Pleasures Reviews.  You can read the full reviews by KC Lu and Slick Reads on their site here, but here are a few of my favorite parts.

From Slick Reads, “Pick Your Pleasure is undoubtedly unlike anything you’ve read before. I had so much fun making the choices and Jayne says there are eight different outcomes to this story, so talk about bang for your buck!”

From KC Lu, “Pick Your Pleasure by Jayne Rylon is a fun treat!!! I can’t even begin to tell you how fun it is for you to personally control the heroine. You control the story that you are reading and have fun doing it.  I love that a group of women could be all reading the same book with totally different stories! It is a great idea. I plan to go back and follow the other story paths. I can’t wait to see where she would have ended up had I chosen different! Hope you enjoy this one as much as I have!!! Happy choosing!!!”

Available from Amazon
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Coming Soon from Apple Books, Deisel and other vendors
Coming Soon in print!

I’m thrilled to say the files for the print edition were all approved this morning and a proof copy should be at my house on Thursday.  So… hoping it’s no more than a week or two before we see a print edition up at all the major retailers as well.  It looks like the price will be $8.99 in print as compared to the $3.99 ebook version.  I tried my best to keep the cost low as possible (Createspace sets a minimum price).


Out Now! Pick Your Pleasure – Excerpt

PickYourPleasure-FINAL final It’s here!  Sooner than expected… well, from some vendors.  But I thought I’d give a shout out for those of you who don’t want to wait.  Pick Your Pleasure hit vendors this morning.  Since this is my first shot at self publishing I’m sort of figuring this out as I go but I think it’s everywhere it needs to be at this point.  Print copies will follow…let’s say in about a few weeks.  I’m working on the file at Createspace today but then they send a proof of the print volume before it goes to production.  I’ll let you know as I know more.  PS… my publishing name is Happy Endings Publishing.  I know, very mature.

But about the book… It’s a story that you control.  There are eight full paths through the book resulting in about 50,000 words of unique reading (about the length of Eastern Ambitions for comparison).  Each story is about 17,000 words on its own (about the length of Kate’s Crew for comparison).  To make it easy for those of you who want to try out all the paths I’ll post a little diagram later this afternoon 🙂

In the meantime, here’s the blurb and an excerpt from Pick Your Pleasure.  I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.  Thanks again to my brother for the idea and to Lexi Blake, Chloe Vale and Shayla Black for all their support, encouragement and technical know-how.  I couldn’t have done it without them.

Available at Amazon
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Available at All Romance Ebooks

Coming soon from KOBO
Coming soon from Apple Books


Ever read a book and wish the heroine hadn’t done that, gone there, or slept with that guy?  Well, now you’re in charge.  The reader decides what happens here.

Tailor your perfect short story or be adventurous and read through all the different paths to see where life can take you…if you choose.

Go ahead, pick your pleasure.

Linley Lane, CEO of Lane Technologies, has had enough of blah dates.  When she decides to shake things up with a visit to an underground sex club she’s heard rumors about, she realizes she’s way out of her league.  This is no usual hookup spot.

Presented with two potential guides for the night—men who turn her on more in a matter of minutes than a year of lame dating in her high-class circles did—she’s got some tough decisions to make about how she wants to spend the rest of her evening and just how dirty she intends to get.

Will she choose to be romanced by a sexy gentleman?  Or will she indulge the rare anonymity Underground affords to revel in wild excess with a likeminded rebel?  And where will they go from there?

Everything is up to you.


“You’ll require a guide for your adventure tonight.” her greeter said as if he could sense the uncertainty swirling around her brain. “New members are always paired with a veteran on their first go around to ensure their enjoyment.”

“I thought that was your job?”  She tipped her head as she examined his expression.

“I wish I were so lucky.”  He gave her a tiny bow.  “Chase and Ryder have both offered their company this evening.  We’ll leave the choice to you.  Play nice, boys.”

The greeter winked at her before retreating, perhaps to collect another very willing guest from the garage.

“So long as I don’t have to fight fair.” The bump on scruffy guy’s nose attested to his experience with brawling.  She felt bad for prince charming across the table if things came to blows.

“Wouldn’t expect you to, Ryder.”  The burnished blond shook his head though he smiled as he said it.

Dashing, dangerous, and devilish, Ryder scooted closer and laid his palm high on her thigh.  Entirely too close to the hem of her dress for someone she hadn’t even officially been introduced to yet.

Denying the electricity his skin conducted would have been pure insanity.  Hot and firm, his touch did things to her she’d never imagined possible with a single contact.  He didn’t wait for her approval or shrink from her—Linley Lane, CEO.

Was it like this for other women?  Or was this man something special?

A tiny connection and he did more for her than the parade of perfect men who’d come before him.  She blew out a sigh that ruffled her bangs, washing her cheeks with a cool breeze.

“Hands off my lady, please.”  Chase didn’t seem disturbed by the zero-to-a-million-and-sixty approach Ryder adopted with her.  His quiet confidence made her do a double take at his model good looks.  Hell, he had most of Hollywood beat in her book.

Piercing blue eyes met her curious stare.  He didn’t flinch from her inspection.  Patient yet persistent, he waited for her to look her fill.  With thick lashes and a couple of laugh lines that hinted at a good nature, she hoped she wasn’t drooling.

What were the odds?  Two men.  Both of whom she had compelling—if completely opposite—chemistry with.

Hot damn.

Linley licked her lips.

“Would you care for a drink?”  Chase’s smooth baritone made her blink twice before she deciphered his offer.

“Yes, please.”  She studied his expert handling of the bottle, impressed with how he poured the crisp liquid without spilling a single bubbly drop.  When she reached for the stemware he proffered, he surprised her by clasping her fingers in a gentle yet sure hold then dusting the back of her hand with his lips.

A tantalizing appetizer.

Before she could dig in, he slipped the glass into her hand and wrapped her fingers around the delicate crystal.

“What century are you from?” Ryder growled as he ignored his rival to focus on her.  “Either way, you’ll be ancient before you get to the good shit with him.”

The rebel’s fingers hadn’t moved from her leg.  Well, maybe they had.  Higher.

Instead of creeping her out, his deft massage encouraged Linley to sink into the tufted velvet, allowing her thighs to relax and part.  Just a bit.

“You didn’t come here tonight to be bored, did you?”  Ryder reached across her to cup her cheek in his broad, slightly callused hand while the other continued to mesmerize her with his intuitive knowledge of her erogenous zones.  Nudging her chin up, he forced her to meet his gaze.  His fingers curled around her nape, and he leaned forward until his lips nearly collided with hers.  “Pick me.  I’ll make sure you never forget the night you decided to be a bad girl.”

When she nearly succumbed to the promise of his slightly rough cheek to steal a kiss, he retreated, though his skilled fingers continued their insidious assault.

“I hardly call romance dull.”  Chase sipped from his glass, reminding her of the treat fizzing away before her.

Linley downed a swallow or two.  Moisture gathered at the corner of her mouth.  Before she could reach for her napkin, Chase swiped a droplet from her lips with his thumb then sampled the mingled flavor of the alcohol and her skin.

“Delicious.”  He savored the taste and looked like he might go for another.

She wished he would.  Instead he withheld the pleasure, making her yearn for more.

A glint from Ryder’s direction had her glancing away in time to see him chug his drink then pour another round.  The powerful flex of his throat—primal and strong—inspired her.  In her mind, she could picture nibbling the cords there as he rode her.  With him, she wouldn’t have to beg for what she wanted.

He wouldn’t make her take.

So many times, she had to be the aggressor.  In meetings.  In dating.  Handing over the reins would be a welcome relief.  This man would afford her that luxury.

When he was down to the last sip of the second round, he held it in his mouth and set his glass on the table with a clunk.  This time he didn’t stop when he swooped in.  His lips landed on hers without apology.

Ryder proved that though he might lack stealth, he had finesse in abundance.  His mouth turned hers pliant as he shared the rich drink and a taste of what a night with him would be like.  He sucked on her tongue, using the slightest edge of his teeth to awaken nerves gone drowsy with an intoxicating blend of allures.

When he withdrew, he bit her lip lightly, letting the subtle sting remind her of the things he’d done to her body without effort.  Her nipples rubbed against the padding of her bra.  She attempted to cross her legs to appease the part of her that screamed for pressure right where she needed it most.

To her surprise, it was Chase who prevented her from trapping Ryder’s palm between her thighs.  “No, love.  Don’t hide.  You didn’t come here tonight for that.”

“And what if I’ve changed my mind?”  Having two men bracketing her, promising her their own brand of sexy fun, overwhelmed her.  For a moment, she wondered if she could handle it.  Or would she disappoint them?  It wasn’t like she had a ton of experience.

“Then let me take you home.”  Chase’s solution seemed genuine.  “That’s not code for anything, by the way.  I’ll drop you at your door, safe and sound, if you’d prefer.”

“No one’s forcing her.”  Ryder seemed offended.  “But I won’t let you lie to yourself, wildcat.  You came hunting for this.  You’re soaked.  My finger isn’t sliding around on its own down there.  I’ll make it easy for you, give you things you never dreamed you needed.”

Linley’s head thunked against the seat as she dropped it backward.  “Too bad I can’t have you both.”

Ryder laughed.  The easy, boisterous sound made it clear he did it often.  With gusto.  “In my world, that’s an option.  Here we’re Underground.  The next level below us is called Downstairs.  I hang out a bit deeper.  The Basement of the club offers the possibility of ménage, among other more daring pursuits.  Chase doesn’t sink that low, though.”

She peeked up in time to catch the other man’s tiny frown.

“That’s true,” Chase confirmed.  “I prefer to stick to Downstairs.  And I fly solo.  I assure you, you won’t need other men when you have my full attention.  For dipping your toe in, I recommend the first level of the club.  Perfect for wading.”

“Screw that.  Jump into the deep end.”  Ryder lifted his palm from her saturated thigh, licked his finger, and then held out his hand.  “I won’t let you drown.”

“Neither will I.”  Chase extended one of his as well.

“So, who will it be, Linley?”  She didn’t have time to wonder how they knew her name.

Instead she searched inside and uttered her preference for tonight.

If Linley said Chase click here or search for Linley picked Chase

If Linley said Ryder click here or search for Linley picked Ryder

Happy reading!  I’d really love to hear what you all think.  If you like the idea of a book like this, I have some groundwork laid for Pick Your Pleasure 2 featuring Henry from this book.


Coming VERY Soon – Pick Your Pleasure

PickYourPleasure-FINAL finalSo… what happens when I get a little ahead on my deadlines for my contracted books?  I get the chance to experiment and play around.  I was reaching that point back in late October or early November when my brother called me with a “great” idea.  Granted, he was at a bar in NYC (where he lives) with a bunch of his friends so I sort of discounted it at first.  But then he told me what he was thinking.  And I couldn’t wait to free up some time to give it a try.

Once I found the time, hammered out the details, and got to writing, things moved really fast.  And I’m thrilled to say I’m in the process of working with genius Chloe Vale to finalize the formatting for my first self-published book.  We’ll be uploading the files tomorrow, which the experts tell me should mean a New Year’s Day release if all goes according to plan.

Top Secret project, as some of you may have heard me refer to it in the past months, is ready to be unveiled!

I’m so excited to share with you my next release:

Pick Your Pleasure

Available 1/1/2013

Ever read a book and wish the heroine hadn’t done that, gone there, or slept with that guy? Well, now you’re in charge. The reader decides what happens here.

Tailor your perfect short story or be adventurous and read through all the different paths to see where life can take you…if you choose.

Go ahead, pick your pleasure.

Linley Lane, CEO of Lane Technologies, has had enough of blah dates.  When she decides to shake things up with a visit to an underground sex club she’s heard rumors about, she realizes she’s way out of her league.  This is no usual hookup spot.

Presented with two potential guides for the night—men who turn her on more in a matter of minutes than a year of lame dating in her high-class circles did—she’s got some tough decisions to make about how she wants to spend the rest of her evening and just how dirty she intends to get.

Will she choose to be romanced by a sexy gentleman?  Or will she indulge the rare anonymity Underground affords to revel in wild excess with a likeminded rebel?  And where will they go from there?

Everything is up to you.


Meet the Hot Rods

KingCobra72lgI’ve been waiting a while for this moment… I’d like you to meet some people.  Okay, so they’re characters in an upcoming series I’m doing with Samhain Publishing.  You met two of them in Powertools, Hammer it Home.  Eli London, Hot Rods garage owner, is King Cobra.  And book one is the story of how he and Alanso Diaz learn from Eli’s sexpert cousin in the crew how to take their relationship to the next level before going after the woman they’ve wanted forever:  Mustang Sally.  I can’t tell you how awesome the experience in writing these books has been so far and so it’s a crowing moment to have this cover art to show you.

See, when I start a new project like this (which will encompass at least six books–3 scheduled to be released in 2013 and 3 scheduled to be released in 2014) I create a series bible to keep everyone straight through the time in between.  I’ll include things like people’s full names and ages at the beginning of each book, their favorite colors, foods, songs, tattoos and piercings, likes and dislikes, family history and generally what will happen in each book.  I also include pictures of what I think the characters look like so that any time I describe them I can refer back to it and describe them in a consistent way.

While I was in the process of creating the document for Hot Rods, I stumbled upon the picture on top of the King Cobra cover on Facebook.  Somehow I tracked down the photographer.  Her name is Sophia Renee and her work is gorgeous.  Even crazier… she didn’t run away when I emailed her and explained who I am and what I do.  Not even when she admitted that the man I’d begun thinking of Eli is actually her boyfriend!  Lucky her 🙂  Through visiting her site I found plenty more inspiration.

Somehow, my editor didn’t kill me when I submitted a twenty-one page cover request for this book.  But really it was the series bible with all the info we needed to make the covers (and books) for the whole series.  Better yet, she was open to asking the art department to consider Sophia’s work.  I want to thank everyone involved in this process.  Samhain Publishing for going the extra mile when it was a lot more work for them, Angela Waters–my amazing cover artist who has brought both Powertools and Mistress’s Master to life along with her work now on Hot Rods, my editor, Amy Sherwood and of course Sophia and her band of hot models.

For fun… here are the rest of the Hot Rods, who you will see featured on the rest of the book covers.  The book titles give you a clue as to what car each character drives.  For example, Eli drives a Shelby Cobra.  If you notice, Angela and Sophia were even able to collaborate to include the same models in the garage scene below!  It’s going to be an amazing two years.  Buckle Up!

Eli (King Cobra)
Alanso drives a motorcycle, a main character in both King Cobra and Mustang Sally
Salome (Mustang Sally) – second down in the strip of photos
Kaige (Super Nova)
Bryce (Rebel on the Run) – top photo
Holden (Swinger Style) – fourth picture down of him in the car
Carver half of the couple featured in Barracuda’s Heart
Roman (Barracuda’s Heart) – second from bottom image will  Roman & Carver

So there you have it.  I hope you enjoy the gorgeous cover my dream team artists have collaborated to create.  And hope my stories live up to their images!  🙂

King Cobra – blurb – Available 4/16/12
Mustang Sally – blurb – Available 6/11/12


Healing Touch Out Now!

HealingTouch72LGToday’s the day!  Five long years after the first book I wrote (Dream Machine), its sequel Healing Touch is available!  Sorry for the wait, I was kind of busy in between 🙂  It’s kind of neat actually… Dream Machine was my first book and Healing Touch is my 25th (not counting anthologies and rereleases).  I promise not to keep you waiting 25 more for the third book I’m kicking around in my head.  I think Becca’s sister, Elsa, might also need a story.  With that said, the books are independent.  You don’t have to have read Dream Machine to enjoy Healing Touch but the main hero/heroine from the first book play a big part so you might enjoy it more reading in order.  Fair warning!

Another fun fact, for Men in Blue fans… you might notice some cameo appearances by Mason, Tyler, Razor, JRad, Matt and Clint!

A little about the book is below.  And I’m off back to work… there’s lots of great stuff ahead in 2013 starting with Compass Girls in February and the start of the Powertools spin-off series, Hot Rods in April.  The first two books are written and handed in and I can’t wait to introduce the mechanics to you all!  Plus…stay tuned for some AMAZING cover art courtesy of artist Angela Waters using photography from Sophia Renee of Unique Portrait Services.  I’m SOOO excited!

Plus I’m working on a Top Secret project.  More to come within the next few weeks on that. 🙂


Love can be a lifeline.

Play Doctor, Book 2

As thrilled as Luke Malone is for his best friends, Kurt and Becca, enough is enough. The couple welcomed him into their lives, and their bed. But lately, he’s feeling less like a participant in their happiness…and more like an intruder.

Yet when a beautiful woman comes to his sexual psychology practice, Luke is forced to turn her away. It’s not that he doesn’t want to help her, it’s that he wants her. Too much to stay impartial.

Brielle Norris would rather have a root canal than see a shrink. But she’s had enough of letting the scars from an abusive relationship rule her life. Knees knocking, she steps into the psychologist’s office—and runs right into a tall, handsome man whose gilded perfection makes her own quirky faults even more painfully obvious.

She never expected he’d hand her off to one of his colleagues—then take a personal support role in the unconventional treatment she needs to heal.

In tandem with Kurt and Becca, Luke strives to teach Brielle that not all relationships end in disaster. At least this one won’t—if he can keep her safe when her past rears its ugly head.

Warning: Contains scenes of outside-the-box therapy involving a ménage a quatre. Closed course, professional drivers; do not attempt without…ahem…expert supervision.

Available for pre-order at Amazon
Available for pre-order at B&N
Available for pre-order at Samhain Publishing


Crossing the last thing off his list, Luke wandered toward the checkout lines. Only two were open. Of course, he slid behind the skittish woman, who had her eyes glued to the green numbers flashing prices as the cashier rang her up.

Her slender shoulders tensed when he encroached on her territory. So he pretended to read trashy stories from tabloids housed at the back of the queue space. Not that he gave a shit about Tom Cruise’s supposed two-headed alien baby.

She relaxed visibly when he shuffled far enough away to guarantee her unhindered exit route. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her take a few bills from her wallet, along with an impressive bunch of coupons and a loyalty savings card.

“Would you like to add five dollars for the Elembreth Women’s Shelter?” the cashier asked by rote.

“What will the total be with the donation?” The woman riffled through her purse for another single and some change.

“Twenty-six dollars and forty-three cents.”

She paused, eyeing her purchases. A small sigh passed her lips as she plucked a bag of mini candy bars from the assortment, leaving only essentials behind. “Would you mind restocking these for me?”

“No problem. Not many people say yes. But I’ve heard that place is good. The owner here…she says she owes them everything.”

“I believe it.” The woman glanced over at Luke as if afraid he might be annoyed by her brief delay. “How about now?”

His heart melted when she handed over all her cash to cover the bill, getting only a few coins in return.

Wanting to say something, he couldn’t find the words.

A part of him roared for him to reach out. To stop her from leaving. Ask her on a date, though he could tell she wasn’t really available, regardless of whatever her relationship status might be.

She packed and collected her reusable canvas totes then left the store, with him still staring after her. When she stopped on the corner outside, waiting for the light to change, the cashier cleared her throat.

“Plastic bags okay for you, sir?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He acted before he could think better of it, snatching the candy off the shelf and passing it over the scanner, which beeped brightly as it registered the bar code on the treat. “Go ahead and ring up the rest of this stuff. I’ll be right back.”

Luke dashed out the door.

The zucchini expert, on constant alert, must have sensed him nearing. She flinched at his hasty approach.

He stopped short, closing the gap one step at a time, the bag of chocolate replacing boring zucchini in his outstretched hand.

“For your help.” He willed her to take it.

She bit her lip, hesitated, then shrugged a loop of material off her shoulder, opening one of her bags.

After tucking the candy inside, Luke backpedaled slowly. He didn’t take his warm gaze from hers. “Thanks.”

That dazzling smile made a reappearance a moment before the light changed and she trotted across the street as if her burdens weighed nothing. Three or four times, she whipped her stare over her shoulder as if verifying he didn’t intend to tail her.

He wondered if she shopped at VegVana often as he resumed his place in line, ignoring the dirty look from the guy behind him. He could learn to love this food group if necessary.

“That was really sweet.” The cashier fluttered her lashes at him. All he saw was the memory of soft brown eyes and a riot of long, wavy hair.

“Yes, she was,” he sighed.

“Damn. Two nice people in a row. That’s gotta be a record.” The woman pouted when he didn’t respond to her flirtations. “Have a nice day.”

“You too. And I think I just did.”

He slotted his purchases into the saddlebags of his motorcycle, whistling.

It’d been a long damn time since he’d felt like this. A bag of candy was a small price to pay for hope.

Maybe cooking would become his new favorite pastime after all.