Thank you all so much for making this a great release week for King Cobra. I know how much fans supported Powertools and I was terrified of not living up to those expectations for Hot Rods. The feedback that has been pouring into my inbox, Facebook page, Amazon, B&N, etc. reader reviews, and official review sites has blown me away. Thank you so much for starting a new journey and encouraging me by enjoying reading about the gang of misfit mechanics as much as I have loved writing about them! And if you haven’t given King Cobra a whirl yet, you don’t have to take my word for it. Here are some snippets from official review sites (click the link for the full review).
From Jessica Dunn, Fresh Fiction, “KING COBRA is a spectacularly sensuous story.” “KING COBRA is filled with erotic sex scenes that will have your pulse quickening and leave you breathless. This story can be read as a standalone from the Power Tools series but to have a true understanding of the polyamorous relationship I highly recommend reading the Power Tool series first, in order. The love Eli and Al have is soul deep and they captured my heart. This book is so much more than a gay or bisexual romance, the love the characters share is the heart and soul of this novel. I wait with bated breath to share in that love of the Hot Rods in book 2, Mustang Sally.”
5 Stars from Ava Austin, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews, “Let me just say Jayne can melt the words off your ereader they’re so hot. *whew* I love her writing and I will certainly be reading every book she puts out in this series. The heat level of this book is off the charts.”
From Casey at Daydreaming Book Reviews, “There are two things you know you are getting when you open up a Jayne Rylon book smoking hotness and greatness. King Cobra is the first book in her new Hot Rods series, and it truly lives up to those two things in every level. This is a spinoff of the undeniably great Powertools series. I can tell you right now I want these two guys for my own!!!!”
From Phuong at Daydreaming Book Reviews, “This book has everything I love in a great romance: likeable main and secondary characters, friendships, love, passion and angst. King Cobra has revved me up for the next story in this series and I cannot wait. If you loved the Powertool series then you are surely in for a treat with the Hot Rods series.”
5 Stars and Top Pick from Terri at Night Owl Reviews, “Emotionally gripping and heart wrenching are only two elements that will have you glued to this story of sexual awareness and life changing events.”
Also, good news! Mustang Sally’s release date has been pulled forward. It will now release on June 4th. Just 45 days from now! I’m thrilled about this since I know I left our gang in a little bit of a cliffhanger. Sorry about that 🙂 Kind of…
To make up for it, I thought I’d share an excerpt from Mustang Sally. Warning: There are probably some slight spoilers here if you haven’t already read King Cobra. The entire first chapter of King Cobra is posted in another blog post below, if you’d like to get started on the series 🙂 Enjoy! And truly, thank you for making the book a success. Considering this is my first release as a full time author and has five other books tied to it, the positive response to the book has reassured me that I made the right decision and I won’t have to beg for my corporate job back at least for the next little bit. 🙂
King Cobra, Book 1, Out now from: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Samhain Publishing, KOBO, All Romance Ebooks
Mustang Sally, Book 2 Hot Rods
Pre-order from: Amazon, Samhain
Two men will give her the ride of her life.
Hot Rods, Book 2
Salome “Sally” Rider is flooring the gas pedal of her pink ’69 Mustang, desperate to outrun the memory of two of her fellow mechanics getting busy with some bar skank on the hood of a classic car. On her custom paint job.
For years her emotions have withered while her lost boys, her Hot Rods, have grown closer than brothers. Maybe some downtime with the Powertools sexperts will help her figure out why Eli and Alanso went looking for some stranger when Sally was waiting right at the ends of their grease-smudged noses.
Sally is dead wrong about what she thought she saw, and Eli “King Cobra” London and the rest of the thoroughly rattled Hot Rods are determined to prove it. They’ll show her in the sexiest possible way that she’s not merely an interchangeable part in their well-oiled machine.
Yet just as Eli gets up the nerve to make a very indecent proposal, a ghost rises from her painful past. Threatening to slam the brakes on their future before they can get it in gear.
A sexy car wash complete with lots of studs may not be enough to clean up the pages filled with massive ménage scenes starring extra-dirty mechanics.
Copyright © 2013 Jayne Rylon
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
The stainless steel skeletal butterfly on her fob rattled against her car and house keys as she ascended the open-backed stairs at the rear of the industrial building. The two slivers of metal reminded her of all the stakes. Her home. Her car. Her Hot Rods, who’d given her the trinket, binding them together on the first Christmas she’d spent with them a decade ago.
The badass butterfly had been her signature logo ever since, painted on each piece she created. That included her own Mustang and every other vehicle the Hot Rods obsessed over. Why did they mean so much to her if she didn’t matter a bit to them? Their sexy bodies and friendship had obviously warped her judgment.
When she went to fit her key in the lock, the door at the top of the stairs swung open. Had they forgotten to pull it closed? A bunch of them had grown up on the streets or in places a hell of a lot less protected. Security wasn’t something they slacked off on despite the relative safety of Middletown.
“Um, hello?” A shiver ran down her spine. Something wasn’t right. When a skitter of motion flickered through her unadjusted peripheral vision, she didn’t hesitate.
Using the self-defense instruction Roman had often given her, she balled her fist and swung at the shadow rapidly encroaching on her. Her knuckles connected with flesh. Holy crap.
It hurt, but not enough to keep her from landing a second punch to someplace softer. Who the hell was in their house? In the dark? Had they hurt her Hot Rods?
She’d rip them apart with her bare hands if they had.
“Oompf.” The grunt sounded somewhat familiar. But Sally wasn’t sure the person she’d decked was Eli until he hollered, “Guys! Turn the lights on.”
Brightness flashed into existence, blinding Sally.
“Welcome home!” a chorus of male voices shouted, mostly together.
She nearly toppled onto her ass when fight or flight instincts propelled her headlong into the bizarre scene in front of her. Eli bent in half, clutching his abdomen with one hand and his face with the other. Alanso stood slightly behind him, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.
After them, a mass of guys milled around with beers, ridiculous party hats, oversized balloons from the shop and an impressive assortment of snack cakes that looked like they might have come from the convenience section of the gas station.
“Uh-oh.” She dropped her keys.
Holden cracked up first. He adored mischief. This one might go down in the history books as the most awkward greeting of all time. “Well, he had it coming.”
“Somebody hand me some paper towels.” Alanso rushed to Eli’s side. A trickle of blood spattered onto the floor.
“I’m fine. It’s fine.” Eli tried to shake it off. He lifted his head and ignored any discomfort he might be in. Peeking at her from the slivers of his eyes not scrunched in pain, he said, “Hey, there.”
“Oh my God.” Sally’s shoulders drooped. “I’m so sorry. I thought… It was dark. I didn’t think you were home. The door was unlocked.”
“And you still came inside. By yourself?” Roman practically growled at her.
“She can hold her own.” Eli surprised her by taking her side. He pressed the napkin, which Carver had offered, to his face and tipped his head back as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
And just like that, Sally couldn’t handle any more. She didn’t give a damn if they thought less of her. She’d always made a point of showing no weakness around the gang of mechanics. Or at least she’d tried. But tonight there was no stopping the flood of tears that swept over her.
“Shh.” Alanso was there in an instant. He smelled nice, like grease and the cinnamon gum he liked. Breathing deep, she didn’t resist as he wrapped her in his stocky arms and fitted her to his chest. “It’ll take a hell of a lot more than a bop on the nose to put King Cobra in his place. It’s okay. We shouldn’t have startled you like that. Hijo de puta, why do we keep screwing things up?”
“No, no.” She squirmed in his hold, wanting to peek over his shoulder to verify she hadn’t imagined the effort they’d gone to. They cared. They’d missed her. Maybe even a fraction as much as she’d pined for them. “It’s perfect. Amazing. I ruined things. Again.”
“I wouldn’t say that, Sally.” Kaige raised his beer in her direction. “I’m having a wicked good time. Nice hook, by the way.”
A weak smile began to turn her frown upside down. Her eyes skipped over his bold tattoos and his golden dreads to the older man standing quietly at the rear of the gang.
King Cobra’s dad, Tom, nodded in her direction, then held his hands up so that his curled fingers made the top of a heart and his thumbs pointed together, completing the shape. The gesture alone brought fresh tears to her eyes.
Damn, this wasn’t going to be pretty.
She let go of Alanso just long enough to flash the sign in return.
Together she and the engine tuner faced Eli.
“It’s stopping. All cool. No worries.” He crumpled the paper towel and jammed it in the back pocket of his jeans. “I missed you, Sally.”
“I missed you too.” She held out her arms. Both Eli and Alanso stepped into them. She hugged each of them with one arm and they mimicked her until the triangle was complete.
With the three of them bonded in their own private assembly, Eli whispered into her ear, “We have a lot to talk about. After the party. You. Me. Alanso. Please let me explain?”
She froze. The plan had been to charge in and hit them with her demands, both barrels. Would she still have the nerve to be so bold after an hour or two of hanging out, pretending all was normal when everything inside her had disintegrated and rearranged? And what about her unfinished business? She wouldn’t have time to dive into it before the three of them hashed things out. Crap!
Is this how Alanso had felt when he’d returned from the guys’ visit to the crew after Dave’s accident? If so, she had no clue how he’d held it all together so long. His strength awed her. Just like it had when he’d burst inside that night a few weeks ago and announced he wanted to experiment with guys. She had to take a page from his book and be brave enough to share her desires. Otherwise, there was no hope of getting what she needed.
Sally kissed the bald guy’s cheek as she rubbed his head. He nearly purred when she found the spot he loved so much. Then she turned to Eli to bestow the same peace offering on him. Though she’d kissed his cheek a million times in their lives, this time was different.
At the last instant, he turned his head.
They met lips on lips for the first time.
Sally’s heart sputtered in her chest like the engine on one of their fresh finds. To finally touch him, like this, with intent to do more—it amazed her. He was gentle, more than she would have expected. His thumbs brushed her cheeks as his fingers buried in the long strands of her hair.
When her knees turned to motor oil, Alanso held her up, tucked tight to his frame.
He lifted her toward his best friend, allowed the man to feast at her mouth.
Eli’s tongue traced her smile. He nibbled on her bottom lip while she tried to shake herself from the stunned trance his touch induced. She purred, then kissed him back, clutching both him and Alanso as they made out in front of all the witnesses that mattered.
King Cobra, Book 1, Out now from: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Samhain Publishing, KOBO, All Romance Ebooks
Mustang Sally, Book 2, Coming June 4th, Available for pre-order from Amazon, Samhain