by Jayne Rylon | Dec 13, 2012 | Uncategorized
I’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!
Alanso drives a motorcycle, a main character in both King Cobra and Mustang Sally
Salome (Mustang Sally) – second down in the strip of photos
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
by Jayne Rylon | Dec 4, 2012 | Uncategorized
Today’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. 🙂
Blurb:
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
Excerpt:
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.
Jayne
www.jaynerylon.com
by Jayne Rylon | Nov 30, 2012 | Uncategorized
Tuesday is the big day! Luke Malone gets his story after five looooong years. You met him in Dream Machine, the first book I wrote. Although this book is a stand alone, I think it’ll be more fun if you’ve already read Dream Machine since Kurt and Becca have a large part in this book. There might even be some foursome action *gasp*.
It was really hard to find an excerpt I could actually share on my site, which is probably the mark of a good erotic romance 😛 Here’s a little snippet of Luke and Brielle’s first meeting (after she helps him pick out a perfect zucchini) and links to pre-order sites!
Blurb:
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
Excerpt:
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.
Jayne
www.jaynerylon.com
by Jayne Rylon | Nov 26, 2012 | Uncategorized
It’s a good one! Half off before noon and 40% off after that. I just checked and you can get my pre-order of Healing Touch (which comes out next Tuesday!) for $1.93 instead of the $5.50 list price. It’s a full length novel so that’s a pretty freaking great deal I’d say! Code is EARLYBIRD in the morning and CYBERMONDAY after 1pm.
Buy Healing Touch from Samhain Publishing
And if you haven’t snagged my latest available, Where There’s Smoke from the Two to Tango anthology with Jess Dee and Lorelei James, that’s just $1.75 this morning!
Buy Where There’s Smoke from Samhain Publishing
Here’s a link to all of my books at Samhain.
Excuse me, I think I need to do some shopping. Happy reading 🙂
Jayne
www.jaynerylon.com
by Jayne Rylon | Nov 18, 2012 | Uncategorized
I know it’s been five years since my very first book, Dream Machine, was released. Where did the time go?! Well one character’s story just wouldn’t stop bugging me so Luke Malone is finally getting a book of his own! It’s not necessary that you read Dream Machine to enjoy this book but Kurt and Becca do play a major role as does their invention. The book will be out in just about two weeks on December 4th! It’s up for pre-order now. I also wanted to share an except with you. You know it’s going to be a good one when it’s hard to find an excerpt that’s not too dirty for my web site!
Available now from Amazon
Available now from B&N
Available now from Samhain
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.
Product Warnings
Contains scenes of outside-the-box therapy involving a ménage a quatre. Closed course, professional drivers; do not attempt without…ahem…expert supervision.
Copyright © 2012 Jayne Rylon
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
Luke grumbled as he tried to read his scribbles off the crumpled list in his hand. He paused to decipher his doctor’s writing. It really had gotten illegible lately.
“Excuse me.” A soft voice distracted him from his squint.
He glanced up in time to see a woman hesitate as she approached from the opposite direction, a half-full basket dangling from her arm. Sure, he hadn’t left a big gap, but the pretty, slender lady could have easily slid by.
“Sorry,” he apologized, parking his grocery cart at the very edge of the aisle.
“You’re fine,” she murmured with a shy smile.
He stared as she took a deep breath then darted through the opening. Her long hair swished against the curve of her waist, which he’d bet he could nearly wrap his hands around.
Too bad she wasn’t on his menu for this evening.
Now you’re going to cooperate? He rolled his eyes at his hardening cock, which had an instant appetite for the demure brunette who disappeared around the corner. He resisted the urge to follow her.
Barely.
Nothing much piqued his interest these days.
Maybe deciding to try his hand at cooking would be another flop. He’d test-driven enough hobbies intended to shake him out of his funk—golf, woodworking, voyeurism and landscaping—to recognize another lemon looming on the horizon.
After all, what he really craved had nothing to do with the dozen or so items his housekeeper had dictated he purchase for his culinary experimentation. If only there was a store he could patronize to browse for a life partner…
Lately his house echoed, reminding him of his loneliness as he paced during sleepless nights. He’d thought those would vanish once he’d reached some of his goals. But now that he’d hit both career and financial milestones, the nest egg he’d amassed rotted in his bank account with no hope of being used for something worthwhile like a vacation house for two or retirement plans or a fancy wedding or a kid’s college education fund. Without someone to share his successes with, they seemed sort of…pointless.
Shaking himself from the gloomy thoughts, he focused on the scrap he’d torn from his notepad. What could he possibly need for his stir-fry that would start with a z?
Zucchini!
He nabbed a decent bottle of St-Emilion Bordeaux from the wine section on his way to the produce display at the front of the store. Didn’t it figure? A heart-shaped ass was presented to him as the woman he’d inadvertently trapped bent over to rummage through a crate of onions on the cracked linoleum.
If he hadn’t loved this place on entering, he did now.
Luke couldn’t say he’d ever shopped here before. The emphasis was certainly more on the product than the displays, something he found refreshing after the overly bright fluorescents of his usual megamart.
He might have to start frequenting the place, which touted the freshest vegetables at lowest prices. After passing it a million times before—since it was on the street between Kurt’s office and his house—he’d decided to alter his routine, hoping to change his broader course. Something had to give. Soon.
The damned adorable clientele here had lifted his spirits already. He didn’t claim to be a perfect man. Or even a decent one. No, he slowed down to relish the view as long as possible as he approached.
As if she sensed his gaze, she made her selection then peeked over her shoulder. Maybe she always checked her back.
Something about the momentary flicker of fear in her wide, brown eyes tugged at him. He considered saying hello, starting a conversation, yet he guessed she’d bolt the instant a stranger approached. Especially a man who looked as hungry as he must.
Who’d hurt her? he wondered.
She nibbled on her glossy lower lip—a natural, pale pink.
Luke offered her a gentle smile. She ducked her head and zigzagged around a low-hanging, cheesy cardboard archway that had seen better days. The path took her the long way to the lettuce. He shook his head and resisted the urge to give chase.
At least four different types of zucchinis were nestled at the very end of the row of pallets. The store had clearly run out of space and stuck them in the narrow lane. The awkward configuration left him surrounded by vegetables on three sides while he dug through the offering as if he could tell by osmosis which he should add to his selections. It was such tight quarters he’d had to abandon his cart at the opening, winding through the admittedly colorful and fragrant vegetables to reach the bins.
“How the hell do you tell which one to pick?” he muttered to himself.
Or so he thought.
“The freshest ones still have a moist end on the stem. The skin should be a little prickly but shiny.” The woman he’d refused to stalk, despite the directive from his crotch, offered assistance in a melodious voice that made him think of candlelight and fancy silverware, instead of the basic white plates he’d eat off tonight.
She didn’t enter the narrow section, waiting on the wide swath of linoleum outside its boundaries while he floundered. Probably she just wanted him to get the hell out of her way again.
“Ah, thanks.” He smiled at her, using her criteria to select what he thought was a prime specimen. “What about this one?”
She shook her head. “Almost, but no. It’s too big. The ones that are about six inches long or less have better flavor. Don’t take one that’s too fat either.”
Luke almost swallowed his tongue. At least choking kept his crass remarks from rushing out before his better sense could filter them.
How old are you? Ten?
“Better?” He exchanged the vegetable for one that conformed to all of her rules.
This time she beamed at him, and the expression transformed her from appealing to exquisite. “Perfect. Would you mind handing me one too?”
He focused on discovering the ideal zucchini for her, shifting several layers until an exemplary summer squash appeared. Something about her encouraged him to apply himself for the first time in a while.
Who would have thought?
“Here. This one.” He held the best out to her. Not a single mark marred its skin, flawless like hers.
She blanched and froze.
“What? It’s not good?” He tipped his head.
“It’s great. Sorry, I just—can’t go in there.” She waved her hand between the enormous boxes of produce.
“Ah, no worries.” He didn’t pry. He’d never met someone who was lachanophobic but he knew rare and unusual things existed in this messed-up world. Maybe she was afraid of one of the other vegetables or the creepy crawly things that could easily be hiding in the cracks after stowing away on the organic haul. More likely, of being too close to a man, especially one as tall as he was. He tried to slouch, making himself as unimposing as possible.
“Here you go.” He slipped the zucchini into a plastic bag and handed it to her at arm’s length.
“Thank you.” She shot him a sad smile laced with something that looked like regret then bolted while he wrapped up his find the same way.
Happy reading,
Jayne
www.jaynerylon.com
by Jayne Rylon | Nov 18, 2012 | Uncategorized
Thank you to everyone who played along and helped me celebrate the release of Powertools in print (Amazon, B&N)!
Our prize pack winners are:
Angel Isaac
Erika Spivey
Lori Vick
Misti Allen
Congratulations!! Please email your snail mail address to me at contact@jaynerylon.com so that Mr. Rylon can send your goodies.
Happy Reading,
Jayne
www.jaynerylon.com
