by Jayne Rylon | Dec 22, 2010 | Uncategorized
It’s release day!!! I’m so excited that the second installment in Star’s story is out today. If you haven’t read Through My Window yet the second story does stand alone. However, it picks up after Through My Window and explores one of the relationships first mentioned in the first book.
I’ll have to admit this is one of my more risque books. No, not because Star is a sex worker in Amsterdam, but because one of her frequent clients, Rick convinces her to step in as the Star of the local Kinkmas pageant. Yep, there’s sex on stage. And as the main act Rick and Star engage in electrophilia. So… if you don’t know what that is, I have some research materials for you! 😆
The Sexual Practices Encyclopedia defines electrophilia as “Arousal from electrical 
stimulus.” This is a pretty broad definition but I think you can get a better idea of what it’s about by checking out this informative FAQ by the maker of erotic electrostimulation equipment Erostek.
The equipment is fascinating, but if you’re more interested in learning about people who enjoy this practice and why it’s appealing (aside from the obvious, it feels good), I highly recommend investigating the busy and informative SmartStim forum.
So… are you scared yet? If you’ve finished your research and you’re interested in reading about electrophila or if you’d rather learn through reading a short, hot story, I have just the thing. Here’s a little about Star of Christmas, the next installment in the ongoing saga of an Amsterdam sex worker.
Blurb:
Star has seen it all as a sex worker in Amsterdam. She harnesses her intense sexuality to bring her clients satisfaction—or whatever else they desire. When one of her favorites, Rick, makes an unusual proposition, she accepts the rare opportunity.
She finds herself onstage, the lead in a naughty Christmas pageant, indulging in electrophilia where anyone can witness her client-turned-costar give her a present she’ll never forget. The sparks between them grow into something more, forcing them to decide if they’re strong enough to seek more than simple pleasure together.
Excerpt:
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An Excerpt From: STAR OF CHRISTMAS
Copyright © JAYNE RYLON, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Overture
Through my window, snow is falling. Unique flakes dazzle me as they swarm and crash then disperse, earthbound, in the glow from my red light. Gorgeous and yet a pain in the ass—like so many things in life.
Let me count the ways.
Customers stay indoors to avoid the chill or romp through the rare weather, making for slow nights in Amsterdam’s infamous district. Unless you factor in the men who seek alternative methods to keep toasty and stranded passengers from Schipol taking advantage their airline delays.
Slut shoes plus treacherous icy cobblestones equal a terrifying combination. I’m not the sort of woman who wears rubbers to work—at least not the kind that protect my investment in my Louboutins—only to slip on sumptuous six-inch stilettos at the last instant. My pride rebels. The mystique generated by my stacked heels is part of who I am.
Which is why I cringe when Rick, a frequent customer, fills me in on the news.
“Damn it, Star.” He pants as his orgasm weakens him. My liquefied bones leave me unable to protest as he withdraws his softening cock from my pussy and crashes to the mattress in my booth’s loft. The hint of frustration in his tone has me squinting.
“You’re not satisfied?” A complaint would be a first for me. Not that whores have the equivalent to a corporate comment box system, but my popularity and the abundance of my repeat clients reassure me of my skill.
I sit up, crossing my legs, lifting his head to rest on my thigh as I play with his hair. Dozens of shared sessions with him have taught me I don’t have to hesitate to explore in the aftermath of our pleasure. I figure he craves the interaction. After all, he purchased a full hour tonight when he never requires more than a quarter of that to reach satisfaction in my body, usually dragging me along with him.
Something about his honest craving for me—not just an easy lay—affects me. The chemistry between us makes serving him a pleasure. Sure, he hires other girls in the district from time to time. Then again, I sometimes try a new ice cream flavor before indulging in Rocky Road for my standard Saturday night treat.
“No. I mean, yes. I’m satisfied. More than.”
I massage Rick’s scalp until he rewards me with his content relaxation. Before I can gloat to myself, he shakes his head, caressing me with his thick mane. When he tilts his face to meet my curious stare, his nostrils flare in response to the scent of the arousal he’s inspired.
He laughs. “I can’t think straight when I’m near you. What I meant is, I didn’t come here for this.”
“You didn’t?” What else would he seek from me? I’m providing his essentials.
Rapture.
Friendship.
Intimacy without responsibility.
“Not tonight.” He levers upright, granting me the opportunity to admire his toned torso as he rests his shoulders on the wall beside me.
A far cry from baby’s-butt smooth or steroid-strong. A natural ideal. Nice.
“Star, I have a proposition.”
Buy Star of Christmas here
Jayne
www.jaynerylon.com
by Jayne Rylon | Dec 21, 2010 | Uncategorized
I’m thrilled to announce that the cover of Night is Darkest was selected by Samhain Publishing readers as the best print book cover of September. I’m excited that readers agree Natalie Winters did a fantastic job on the artwork. This means that Night is Darkest will join Kate’s Crew in the cover portion of the 2010 Sammies. Yey!
In other news, I wanted to remind everyone that Star of Christmas will be available tomorrow from Ellora’s Cave.
Happy reading,
Jayne
www.jaynerylon.com
by Jayne Rylon | Dec 10, 2010 | Uncategorized
For the next couple of weeks, the International Heat authors have decided to write a Countdown to Christmas story. Each day one of us will add the next installment.
Then, on December 23, we hand the reins over to you. We’re asking the readers to create The End to our story. On Dec. 30, the IHers will choose the best ending and that reader will win the grand prize. What’s the grand prize? A ton of ebooks from us!
You can find the story here. It started yesterday with Rhian Cahill and today Lexxie Couper adds to the fun. My part will be added tomorrow 🙂
Happy holidays, enjoy!
Jayne
www.jaynerylon.com
by Jayne Rylon | Nov 30, 2010 | Uncategorized
Okay, so there are still two months until the next Powertools book (sequel to Kate’s Crew) hits eshelves everywhere. Still, today, it popped up on Amazon for pre-order so I thought I’d share a little about the book. Before I do, I also wanted to remind you all that I’ll be in Cincinnati at the West Chester Barnes & Noble this Saturday from 1-3PM. See details below.
Morgan’s Surprise!
Coming January 25, 2011 from Samhain Publishing
For a tasty birthday treat, add four men and stir.
Note to self: When confessing a crush on an ultra-hot construction worker to your best friend, make sure he’s not standing right behind you.
If Morgan thought spilling the beans on her lust for Joe would scare him off, she couldn’t have been more wrong. Following her birthday wish gone awry, the hunk is treating her to one surprise after another. From little things that make her smile to lavish, romantic dates, Joe is turning out to be the stuff of dreams
Joe’s attentions to the sexy pastry shop owner begin as lighthearted fun. Until he finds out about the past that, until now, has made her keep him at arm’s length. Determined to show her seeking pleasure is no crime, he sets out to fulfill her steamiest fantasies—with a little help from three of his best friends.
After a four-course birthday adventure, which presents Morgan as the sweetest imaginable dessert, she expects Joe to walk away. But now that Joe’s brought Morgan out of her shell, he’s hungry for something he never expected to crave—a forever kind of love.
An excerpt from
Morgan’s Surprise
Copyright © 2011 Jayne Rylon
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
Morgan aimed a puff of breath at the flame dancing on top of the candle.
“Wait! Too fast! Didn’t you make a wish first?” Kate jerked the plate holding Morgan’s cupcake out of the trajectory of the warm air. The orange glow dimmed but didn’t extinguish. “There must be something you want.”
Carnal visions burned hotter than the fire melting the sprinkle-coated frosting of her gourmet confection into a golden pool. The color reminded Morgan of the burnished skin of her crush. It should be illegal for Joe to gallivant without a shirt on as often as he did. Spectacular memories of his displays sparked her fantasies at the most inopportune moments of the day and wreaked havoc on her sleep patterns.
Kate was polite enough not to hound her while she let her gaze wander, devouring the glistening expanse of Joe’s perfect shoulders. Morgan sighed when she thought about the painted wooden sign he’d crafted—and now hung—outside the plate-glass window of her fledgling bakery. It bore the name he’d helped her brainstorm. Sweet Treats.
So thoughtful. And sexy as hell.
It kind of surprised her not to see steam rolling off his bunched muscles. How could he be comfortable working half-naked in the brisk autumn air? She shook her head. The motion didn’t erase all the naughty ideas sabotaging her rationality. The dirty thoughts tempted her with a variety of ways to warm the handyman up when he finished his task and rejoined them inside.
Morgan sighed when a snap of fingers returned her attention to the interior of her admittedly cute shop. It’d taken six months to decorate everything just so.
“You going to pick something…maybe someone? Or are you planning to wait until wax drips all over your birthday cupcake?” Kate chuckled.
Morgan decided denying her infatuation with Joe would be futile. Kate had been her best friend since grade school. The lucky bitch had referred the hunky craftsman and his crew of skilled friends in the peak of the summer heat—after she’d scored the crew’s foreman for herself.
No way could Kate miss Morgan’s similar craving.
The crew had taken on odd jobs, fixing up the crummy space in the strip mall that housed Morgan’s boutique in exchange for loads of the decadent goodies she whipped up. Damn, those guys could eat. She wondered if manual labor accounted for all of the voracious appetite they possessed. It had to take more than swinging a hammer to burn off those calories. Lord knew they found some way to stay fit and trim.
She’d baked Joe’s favorite today—a caramel apple tart. He deserved that and more for his considerate gesture. Two customers had already stopped in to say the colorful sign had caught their eye. Thanks to him, she’d sold out of brownies and cheesecake long before the after-work rush. Too bad she couldn’t generate the nerve to offer him something a little more sinful than her luscious dessert as a reward.
She’d considered it once or twice before, but she couldn’t stop drooling long enough to try. Always quick to flash his toned abs and rock solid biceps, Joe kept her off balance and lost in a haze of unvented desire. He’d become her favorite treat weeks ago. An instant addiction. Thoughts of him left her craving a taste—or more—of him in the dead of night.
She bit her lip when he reached for something along the roofline. From his perch on the ladder, his body rippled with strength.
“Damn, Kate. I don’t think the birthday fairy would sanction what I have in mind.” Morgan grimaced at the dopey grin on her friend’s face. Three months of blissful dating and wild nights with her boyfriend, Mike, had turned the woman into a ridiculous ball of giggles with a perma-smile. Worse were the googly eyes that emerged when the love of her life entered the room. Kate and Mike’s soul-deep bond was hell to be around.
Jealousy didn’t exactly flatter a girl.
“The big 3-0’s not until the weekend anyway.” Morgan pried her stare from Joe.
“I know but Mike and I will be out of town then, so it counts today. Besides, you’ll never know if you don’t try.” Kate squeezed Morgan’s hand. “Sometimes dreams come true. Believe me.”
Yep. There went that grin again. “Your face is going to stick like that if you’re not careful.”
Kate kept right on beaming.
Morgan swallowed hard then scrunched her eyes closed. She was tired of hoping Joe would ask her out. So she tried a new tactic instead.
I wish I had the courage to ask him on a date. It’s time to move on. Time to try again. I wish I could take a risk—be wild for once in my life.
When she blinked into the amber autumn light streaming through the window, Joe had vanished. A cosmic sign? Or had he needed some extra tool off his pickup?
“So… Was Joe the only guy involved in that wish or did some of the other hot construction workers we know feature in it too?”
Morgan’s mouth gaped open. More than Joe?
She never would have confessed to greed that titanic on her own, but Kate knew her better than anyone. Morgan had thought about it. A lot. The way the guys worked seamlessly together on projects made their bond impossible to ignore. When they’d crowded upstairs—in her tiny apartment over the bakery—for beer and cookies, they’d overflowed the cramped space with testosterone and something a bit more elusive.
Their camaraderie transcended their partnership. At least she thought it did. But she could have imagined the inside jokes, meaningful looks and secret smiles more common between lovers than friends.
The men’s intimacy could have been a figment of her overactive imagination but there was no mistaking their open arms. They’d accepted her right away, making her more than just a friend of a friend. Every time Morgan witnessed the interplay between the partners, her mind had spun with possibilities. That didn’t mean she had to say so. “Isn’t it one of the cardinal rules of wishing—if you tell, it won’t come true?”
“Come on, you don’t believe that nonsense do you?” Kate joked but persisted with a wiggle of her brows. “Fess up. You’ve wondered what it would be like to have them in your bed. At the very minimum, you’re burning up the sheets with Joe in your dreams.”
“Okay, fine. How could any woman resist? They’re buff, hardworking, playful, sexy as sin and sweet. I’ve got it bad for Joe. So damn bad. Like, worse than our Bon Jovi lust in high school bad. He’s strong but gentle. I could talk to him for days. He’s always surprising me with little things that make my day. And the way he fills out those ripped jeans has me thinking I’m going into cardiac arrest every time he bends over. But the rest of the crew isn’t far behind. Hell I’m so distracted, I’ve burnt more cookies since they’ve come around than in all the rest of my life.”
“About time you admitted it.”
Morgan’s heart froze at the deep rumble over her shoulder. It kicked in triple time when a broad hand settled on the side of her neck. She jerked from the retro-dinette chair she and Joe had salvaged and restored last weekend.
The sneaky bastard caught the vinyl-covered seat, saving it from crashing to the floor. Would he do the same for her if her jellied knees gave out?
“You set me up.” She gaped at Kate, betrayal and humiliation burning her cheeks.
“No, I’m sorry.” Her best friend stood, reaching out, but Morgan scooted further into the corner to avoid her seeking grasp. “I didn’t know he was there. I swear.”
“I came through the kitchen. Left my boots out back so I wouldn’t track mud all over the place.” Joe waved toward his socks. His grin turned feral. “But I won’t pretend to be sorry about what I heard. You want me. Bad.”
“Jerk!”
“Maybe. But only because I’ve let this shit go on too long.”
Jayne
www.jaynerylon.com
by Jayne Rylon | Nov 28, 2010 | Uncategorized
I’m thrilled to announce I’ll be part of the multi-author Romancing the Holidays booksigning at the West Chester, OH Barnes and Noble bookstore on Saturday. I hope you’ll come out to chat. Other authors in attendance will include Lacey Alexander, Jules Bennett, Toni Blake, Dianne Castell, Paige Cuccaro, Gia Dawn, Lori Foster, Shelley Shepard Gray, Heather Grothaus, Cathy Liggett, LuAnn McLane, Janice Maynard and Shiloh Walker. I’d love to see you there!
When: Saturday December 04, 2010 1:00 PM
Where: Barnes and Noble @ The Streets of Westchester, 9455 Civic Centre Blvd, West Chester, OH 45069, 513-755-2258
Event website: http://store-locator.barnesandnoble.com/event/3072097
Jayne
www.jaynerylon.com
by Jayne Rylon | Nov 23, 2010 | Uncategorized
It’s finally here! Like Christmas morning I’m super excited, woke bolt upright the moment my alarm went off. Razor’s Edge is available now at MBaM here and Amazon here (as well as the other usual places). In face, I’m so excited I decided that everyone wins in my countdown contest. Use the contact page of my website or email me at contact@jaynerylon.com for the list of prizes. I’ll give people their pick from the list in the order I receive the emails.
Thank you for playing, it was really fun to show you what each of the characters in the Men in Blue series is thankful for. Oh, and next time around, there might be some new faces after you meet some more people in Razor’s Edge. In any case, I hope you enjoy Razor’s Edge!
Happy reading!
Jayne
www.jaynerylon.com
