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Sunday, March 21, 2010

Guest Jeanne St James -"Banged Up Excerpt"!

Guest Jeanne St James shares a hot teaser
from her book, Banged Up, today!

Two scarred souls: one physically, one mentally. Both on the mend, hiding from their pasts…








Blurb for Banged Up
Mace Walker can’t wait to get home.
Being buried deep undercover for the past two years, on the most complex case of his career, has torn him down physically and mentally. Now the FBI agent has come home to recover after having his leg badly injured from a gunshot wound. Arriving home late one night, his relief is short-lived as he’s faced with a stranger pointing a gun to his head, acting like he is the one who doesn’t belong there!
Colby Parks, a biochemist at the local university, had come to town a year earlier to escape an abusive relationship. She vows never to put herself in that situation again.
Then the perfect opportunity comes along: house-sitting for Mace’s sister while making the house she purchased habitable. But she couldn’t anticipate this big snag: the one wearing the tight Levi’s and worn leather jacket, looking like he had just escaped prison.
Being forced to share a house creates sparks between them in more ways than one. However, things take a turn when their pasts catch up to them, threatening to pull them apart forever.



Chapter One
Home.
Relief flooded over Mace Walker as he twisted the key in the lock, gave the front door a shove, and stepped over the threshold. Finally home. About time.
Time to heal.
The foyer was dark, but he didn’t need to hit the light switch. Even being gone for as long as he had been, he still knew the house well enough. He made his way to the stairs and set down his bags. Those two small duffels didn’t hold much evidence of his life for the past couple of years. Just some toiletries and a few basic items of clothing.
As he straightened, the foyer lit up, blinding him for a second. He blinked when a young voice rang out from the top of the steps. “Hold it right there! Put your arms up and back away from the stairs.”
What the fuck?
Mace had expected to see his sister bounding down the stairway of his two-story colonial, excited after not seeing her brother for the past two years. Actually, more like one year, eleven months and fifteen days. Not that he was counting. But instead, he stared up into the deadly eye of a Glock. And from his viewpoint it looked like a model 23, a .40 caliber. A compact but still a decent sized gun in a very small, very uneasy hand. Instantly, the hairs on the back of his neck rose.
Damn. He’d dealt with crime bosses and their flunkies--from drug to porno rings--and had managed to survive. Now he was going to be killed by some measly punk he surprised while burglarizing his house? The cruel irony made him want to laugh. Instead, he did as he was instructed. With caution, he raised his hands above his head before stepping back toward the middle of the foyer. He avoided standing directly under the light, trying to get a better view of the top of the steps. But he didn’t have much success; the upstairs hallway and the upper section of the stairway were hidden in shadows.
If he played his cards right, this little situation would be under his control in no time at all. He just had to keep the kid calm and make the skinny punk believe he was the one in command. From experience, Mace knew the Glock didn’t have a conventional safety. All the kid had to do was pull the trigger and pull it again and again until all the rounds in the clip emptied into Mace’s body. And from what he could see in the limited light, the kid’s fingers were twitching from nervousness.
Not a good sign.
Where had a young punk gotten an expensive handgun like that? It certainly hadn’t been in the house. And if it had been, it would have been locked up in the gun safe.
If only he could see the boy’s face. He needed to see the eyes. Without seeing his eyes, Mace couldn’t even begin to predict what the kid would do.
“Don’t you dare move or I’ll blow your face off!” The kid’s voice raised an octave, making him sound more and more like ... a girl.
Tension ran through Mace’s body as the person started down the steps. At first he could see bare toes, a slim calf, then another. His gaze flicked to the gun, before returning to the shapely naked thighs which couldn’t belong to a kid--no way. Especially not a boy. Those smooth legs definitely belonged to a woman--and he couldn’t wait to see the rest of her. So far, the view almost made it worth being held at gunpoint. Almost.
He was disappointed when an oversized T-shirt--shit, was that Marmaduke on it?--blocked his view of creamy flesh. His arms were tired, his leg throbbed painfully, and his patience was wearing thin. But he still wasn’t going to move, since he had no idea who this woman descending the stairs was. His curiosity piqued when she stepped down into the light, which highlighted her long, curly red hair and made her wide, green--glaring--eyes sparkle and snap.
A twitch shot through his lower stomach and landed in his groin. Fear or pain didn’t make him suck in his breath. It was her unrestricted breasts bobbing under the cotton shirt with each step she took. Her nipples stood out like two beacons under the worn cotton. Jesus.
He had to clear his throat twice before he could ask her, “Are you robbing this house, dressed like that?”

5 diamonds at Got Erotic Romance!

"Banged Up is an action packed, erotic adventure that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page. The sexual tension starts building as soon as Mace and Colby lay eyes on one another, and their relationship just gets hotter and hotter until their passion explodes. The dialog is fast paced and evocative, leading their relationship along at a fast pace. There’s humor, drama, tragedy, and some really hot sex. This book has something for everyone and will keep you guessing about the ending right up to the last page. I couldn’t put it away and I plan to read it again. I definitely give this book 5 Heats and recommend you read it as soon as possible."


4.5 hearts at The Romance Studio!

"Ms. Jeanne St. James has written a great book full of explicit sexuality and overloaded with suspense. There was more than one problem facing these main characters and St. James has integrated the storyline into love/hate/fear in such a way that it was impossible to put down. These two people were both full of past problems which continued to invade their presents and futures. Again, the author has presented the conflicts, as well as the sexual exploitations, in a great way.
There were other characters that made the story complete. They enhanced the plot and kept the story fast-paced and interesting. The actions, both sexual as well as the suspense-filled pursuits were fascinating. This book is definitely not for the faint of heart. I recommend that you read this book. You will enjoy it, I’m sure."

4 blue ribbons at Romance Junkies!

"Jeanne St. James has written an exceptional high action drama. From page one you will be captured by BANGED UP.The dialogue is superbly written and the plot allows you to be kept on the edge of your seat. For those seeking an action packed thriller, I highly recommend to add this title to your must read list."

4 whips at Bella's Erotic Reviews!

"Jeanne St. James writes an exciting action packed romance drawing the reader in from page one and never letting go. I was hooked from the first page of this story. I loved Colby and her fierceness and how she overcame all that was done to her and of course Mace the brooding Alpha Male was a great character to. Even with all his macho pride he still had his doubts and insecurities. The bond that formed between these two was a beautiful thing to read. Both Mace and Colby must learn to trust each other before time runs out and it is to late. Full of action and hot romance Banged Up is a page-turner that is not to be missed."

4 heart review at Night Owl Romance Book Reviews!

"Banged up is an entertaining read..."
"... an enjoyable story."


Thanks Jeanne for sharing your work with us today. 
You can visit Jeanne St James:

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Guest Elise Hepner's College Trouble and "Crazy Questions"


Chloe’s Crazy Questions...with ELISE HEPNER!

Not content to just deliver what you may already know about these writers I have on here, I delve DEEP into their inner most psyche and massage it, until I get a psychological profile Criminal Minds would be proud of….!

The phenomenal Elise Hepner joins me today, allowing me to dig around, and also sharing a hot excerpt of her new release, College Trouble.


The world is ending in an hour, what do you do, and who do you do it with?

EH: I would find James Marsters, Christian Bale and some strong liquor and have myself a grand ol’ threesome. Then I would write about it. Assuming I had time.

I think there'd be time, but no one left to read it, sadly, sniff sniff.
If you were a cheese, what flavor would you be, and why?

EH: Cheese is one of my favorite foods, this is a very hard question. I’d have to say swiss cheese is my favorite because it tastes yummy and has lots of holes to fiddle with when I’m bored.

Yes, I don't think anyone doesn't like cheese, if you don't it says a lot about you, and nothing good, I am afraid. (Chloe shakes head). Lucky you're not in that boat, although you may need one for the next question:
Five things you can take to a desert island, what would they be?

EH: My blackberry, my husband, a mini tv that goes anywhere, Gone with the Wind, and lots of 90 block sunscreen.

Finish this sentence: Love is like….

EH: Being stupid together forever.

Finish this sentence: my stories are like….

EH: A horny Emily Bronte wrote them.

Favorite action figure or action hero and why?

EH: Christian Bale as Batman because he wore a lot of suits and it made me very, very happy.

Good choice, an action figure you can play with. He made me happy too.  
Now, Mata Hari or Mother Teresa?

EH: Mata Hari


There you have it. Elise may not qualify as a CIA recruit, but she does qualify as an awesome writer.
Here is a peek at her new release!



Blurb for College Trouble:

Clair and Marie have been best friends for years. As  

college roommates their late night study session for 

biology becomes an  exploration of their biology when 

these drunken slackers need some  relaxation. During 

their test they are faced with the consequences of  not 

passing when their professor gives them a crash course 

in extra  credit.


Warnings: This title contains f/f sex,  threesomes, forced sex, strap-on play, and a sexual student/teacher  relationship.


Adult Excerpt

“Chick,  chilax, we’ll make it. We always do this time of year. Besides, if we  flunk completely we can just offer an old-fashioned fuck to Miss.  Mouse.”
“You're not serious?” Clair’s chipped nails stopped  midway from delivery at her lip glossed mouth.
“What if I  was?” Marie arched an eyebrow.


Before her roommate could be  scandalized forever Marie plucked herself from the bottom bunk and  crawled over near the open cooler of beer. It wasn't as good as liqueur  but beer was easier to hide in suitcases while riding up the dormitory  elevator.


“Here, you need one before your new haircut and  color explodes” Marie tossed one in Clair's direction and she yanked it  out of the air.
“Hair doesn’t explode, it’s the skull  itself.” Clair rolled her eyes before popping the unsettled beer can.  Beer spritzed out all over the floor as she held the can away from her  body, squealing with delight.
“Well see, you’re learning for  the Bio final already, now drink up before it’s daylight”


The girls  began to shuffle through the mess they’d made, re-organizing purple and  green highlighted notes. Another four hours of studying would be in  order before they could even begin to grasp the comprehensive exam. 


Marie scratched her overly bleached skull happy that she had provided  enough refreshments for their cram session. Only nine more beers and  Clair would actually be calm enough to hit the books, or so drunk off  her ass she wouldn’t stress anymore. Whichever came first.
Marie  watched her down several more light beers over the course of their  studying before making her move. 


Crawling on her hands and knees towards  her mumbling, drunk roommate, Marie giggled as she crushed popcorn  under her palms. Clair's head was reclining back against the wooden bunk  bed closest to the floor and she was gesturing towards a magazine in  her lap. The v-neck pajama top parted open at her throat as Clair  clutched her sides, giggling and revealing to Marie the supple cleavage  underneath. Marie drew in a sharp breathe midway towards her friend on  her hands and knees. Clair was gorgeous and this had been a long time  coming.


Underneath her tacky purple skull pj's Marie's ass and  hips continued to swivel as she stalked her prey. She felt way too sexy  for a dorm room. Imagining herself crawling across a stage at a strip  club lit with florescent lights her face morphed from carefree to  completely lust laden. Her eyes zigzagged over Clair who had swallowed  six beers in a matter of minutes and was now tapping her nails along the  wood of their bed to a Britney Spears slow jam.


Without a  care in the world the girl placed her cavalier sway right in the way of  her drunken friend’s face, slowly wiping a stripe of hair from her  cheek.


"You doing okay, hun?”


Clair slurred  a little trying to pout before giggling and falling to her back on the  floor. This was her chance. The one she'd been meaning to take with all  these weekly sleepovers for years.


With ease  Marie crawled up Clair's body before sliding her hips in a straddle over  her friends. Before Clair could stop her chaotic blinking, her eyes  large, chest heaving, Marie lay her lips along her best friends  collarbone. She was barely breathing, afraid of making her skittish.


Clair  smelled of tangerines and clove cigarettes. Her skin was pressed with  Urban Decay sparkle powder that twinkled in the low lighting from their  room's lamps. Marie’s fingers skimmed over her roommates exposed  shoulders taking away chunky sparkles on her fingertips. She knew it was  flavored when she popped her fingers into her mouth and tasted Gimlets.  Sparkles clung to her tongue like pressed squares of bursting lime.



   






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