Thanks to the Nine Naughty Novelists for letting me guest blog today!
Imagine a world, just slightly in the future, where prostitutes are female machines called sexbots. They have starburst eyes. Synthetic skin. They’re programmed for pleasure. It’s all legal, in fact, it’s a highly lucrative business.
Into this scenario, my heroine – the very human police agent Jai Turner – is sent undercover to try and bring down the world’s most notorious arms dealer, Marque Callex, who’s about to avail himself of the services of Beautiful Dolls sexbots for the very first time.
Hmm… good cop vs. bad arms dealer…having sex with each other…both with two very differing agendas. Sound like an explosive recipe for a hot erotic romance?
Here’s a brief excerpt from Programmed For Pleasure. At the end, I’ll be doing an e-book giveaway based on a question that’s answered below!
“Turner, I’m sending you undercover as a Beautiful Doll.”
Jai Turner stared at her boss, Commander Talis Rainey, convinced she couldn’t possibly have heard him right. She and her partner, Leith Wyatt, had been called into his office at the end of their duty shift. “Sir?”
For an answer, Rainey pushed a button on the console on his desk. “Send in Mr. Carron.”
A minute later, a short man stood in the doorway. He was such a stereotype that Jai felt herself stiffen. Thick glasses… hair askew… frankly, all he needed was a lab coat with a pocket protector to complete the picture.
Maybe her boss hadn’t been making a joke after all.
Rainey cleared his throat. “This is Anson Carron. The creator of Beautiful Dolls.”
If the abrupt and impersonal introduction annoyed their guest, he didn’t show it. His eyes had locked on Jai, and were scanning her up and down in a way that felt decidedly intimate despite the navy blue one-piece uniform that she and everyone else on the Tau Cetus police force wore.
“Yes,” he murmured. “I suppose I can work with this.”
“This,” Rainey said hotly, “is Jai Turner, one of my best agents. She’s human.”
The little man seemed lost in his own train of thought. “Of course, it would be better if I could see her without her clothes on before I make a final assessment.”
Jai stiffened even more. “Commander!”
Rainey let out a loud sigh. “Sit. All of you.”
The three of them took the hard chairs arrayed around Rainey’s desk. Jai crossed her arms and legs defensively, and even Wyatt turned his chair around to straddle it. It was obvious neither one of them anticipated liking whatever the Commander might be about to say.
Rainey looked at the partners. “Before I start, I have just one thing to say to you two. Marque Callex.”
That changed everything. The infamous name had both Jai and Wyatt leaning forward in their chairs, now eagerly waiting for Rainey’s next words.
“You know how long we’ve been trying to get close to this guy. We may now have a chance, albeit by a very unconventional route.” Rainey nodded toward their guest. “A month ago, Mr. Carron here ran afoul of the law. No need to get into the specifics, but in an effort to save his neck – and his very lucrative business – he suggested a unique proposal in return for us not pursuing charges against him.”
“What kind of proposal?” Wyatt asked.
“Mr. Carron agreed to send out an… invitation… to Marque Callex, in the guise of offering ‘a select number of high-powered businessmen’ the chance to sample the latest model of Beautiful Doll for free, in exchange for their feedback on the product. In reality, Callex was the only person to get this invitation.”
Jai’s mouth set in a disgusted line. “And he accepted.”
“He did,” Rainey confirmed. “It was a gamble, but it paid off. Now all we need to do is to set you up for the assignment.”
Jai’s eyes went wide. “You want me to impersonate a sexbot?”
“If you’re agreeable.”
Jai scowled. There was absolutely no way she was going to volunteer for this. Have sex on command? Not a chance. Not even to bring down a man they’d long been after for suspected weapons smuggling. Besides, she could never pass for a sexbot. She had a heartbeat!
Rainey scowled. “This may be our best – and only – chance to get to Marque Callex. But if you’re not up to it, Turner, I’ll find another female agent who’s more committed to her job.”
“I’m committed to my job, Commander!” she protested hotly.
Silence stretched in the room while Jai considered her options. Her very limited options. As in, none. She sighed.
“I’ll do it.” What real choice did she have? Marque Callex needed to be stopped. “If this is our best – and possibly only – chance to get to him, well, then, I’m in.”
I hope you enjoyed this brief excerpt, and are intrigued by the setup for an erotic romance.
For a chance to win a free e-copy of Programmed For Pleasure, answer this question: Why doesn’t Jai think she’ll be able to pass for a sex robot? Remember, the answer can be found in the excerpt above, and I’ll choose a random winner from the correct answers. Good luck, and thanks again to the Nine Naughty Novelists for letting me stop by today!
Jenna Ives
www.jennaives.com
Jenna Ives writes for several publishers under a variety of names, but mostly the reason is to keep her poor sainted mother (who used to read sweet Barbara Cartland romances) from having a heart attack over how sexy modern romances have become! And Jenna certainly DOES write sexy. Visit her website at www.jennaives.com for a list of all her erotic romance releases.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
There's Always a Band
The Music Man is one of those insanely happy musicals where everybody seems cheerful all the time. I mean, they sing “76 Trombones” for Pete’s sake. But there’s a moment late in the play (the Big Black Moment, for those of us in the writing biz) when it looks like Professor Harold Hill is going to get busted. Everything seems to be falling apart—even young Winthrop, who’s been the professor’s devoted follower for most of the play, accuses him of trying to trick the good folks of River City, of never wanting to have a band at all. To which the professor replies in all seriousness, “I always think there’s a band, kid.”
That’s a surprisingly profound statement when you think about it. The professor, after all, is a con man. He’s trying to trick the people of River City into buying instruments for a non-existent band so that he can abscond with the proceeds. But he has to believe in his non-existent band in order to do what he does. So in effect he has to con himself in order to con everybody else.
The thing is, I know exactly how he feels.
I’m in a fairly typical situation right now, one that a lot of writers go through. I’ve got several projects I could embark on, but there are also good reasons for not embarking on them. And I’ve got this idea. Right now it’s sort of embryonic, but it’s slowly taking shape and I kind of want to pursue it. What I don’t want to do is let myself do nothing. If you stop, it’s sometimes hard to get restarted, and you don’t want that to happen. So basically, you convince yourself there’s a band.
This idea, embryonic though it might be, is actually terrific. It will be the best thing I’ve ever done. I can hardly wait to get started. I already know someone who’ll want to publish it. Seventy-six trombones led the big parade…
You see what I mean. You have to trick yourself into getting into the process sometimes, but you can’t let yourself know it’s a trick. Like the professor, you have to deceive yourself along with the world at large until you’re well into the project. And I’d argue this technique works in a lot of situations, not just with writing. Doing a presentation at work? It’ll be the best presentation ever. Making gazpacho? It’ll sing. Planting an herb garden? You’ll be an earth mother.
Now this determination may not last throughout the project. In fact, it’s almost certain not to (see Big Black Moment, op. cit.). But with any luck, you’ll be far enough into the project by then that it won’t matter—you’ll keep going just because you’re already started and you don’t want to waste all that effort.
That’s a surprisingly profound statement when you think about it. The professor, after all, is a con man. He’s trying to trick the people of River City into buying instruments for a non-existent band so that he can abscond with the proceeds. But he has to believe in his non-existent band in order to do what he does. So in effect he has to con himself in order to con everybody else.
The thing is, I know exactly how he feels.
I’m in a fairly typical situation right now, one that a lot of writers go through. I’ve got several projects I could embark on, but there are also good reasons for not embarking on them. And I’ve got this idea. Right now it’s sort of embryonic, but it’s slowly taking shape and I kind of want to pursue it. What I don’t want to do is let myself do nothing. If you stop, it’s sometimes hard to get restarted, and you don’t want that to happen. So basically, you convince yourself there’s a band.
This idea, embryonic though it might be, is actually terrific. It will be the best thing I’ve ever done. I can hardly wait to get started. I already know someone who’ll want to publish it. Seventy-six trombones led the big parade…
You see what I mean. You have to trick yourself into getting into the process sometimes, but you can’t let yourself know it’s a trick. Like the professor, you have to deceive yourself along with the world at large until you’re well into the project. And I’d argue this technique works in a lot of situations, not just with writing. Doing a presentation at work? It’ll be the best presentation ever. Making gazpacho? It’ll sing. Planting an herb garden? You’ll be an earth mother.
Now this determination may not last throughout the project. In fact, it’s almost certain not to (see Big Black Moment, op. cit.). But with any luck, you’ll be far enough into the project by then that it won’t matter—you’ll keep going just because you’re already started and you don’t want to waste all that effort.
The imaginary band is most necessary at the beginning of a project before momentum takes over and pushes you to the end. But it has to be there. At least for a while, you have to think there’s a band. And then, sometimes, there really is.
Friday, May 17, 2013
First BOOK Friday-- Kelly Jamieson
For the past year we've been having fun with First Line Friday, where we share the first lines from books by the Naughty Nine and some from our writing friends and have readers vote on their favorite without knowing who wrote which line.
Now we're trying something new on the third Friday of every month: First BOOK Friday! We're going to highlight the first book from each of the Nine Naughties. Sometimes people find us further down our backlist, sometimes readers think they're picking up our first book when really it's number 3 or so, sometimes our first book was so long ago even we've forgotten! (just kidding... it's true that you never forget your first!). So we thought it would be fun to revisit the books that started it all for each of us!
This week we're featuring the first book by Kelly Jamieson, Love Me.
A Note from Kelly:
I’d been writing and submitting
manuscripts to various digital publishers and getting rejected, and I decided I
was going to try writing something hotter, something really erotic,
and this story popped into my head and I wrote it really fast and easy. I sent
it to my critique partner and she said, this is the one, you have a winner. So
I sent it to Samhain and waited...and then they had a call for submissions for
ménage stories, which I thought this one would be perfect for. So I emailed
Angela James, at that time she was at Samhain, and asked if I could move my
manuscript to that ménage anthology call for submissions. She emailed me back
and said we could, but an editor was about to contact me...and then I got
the email offering a contract!
How far does she
have to go to get his attention? Another girl's arms?
Melina Wenham is
worried and frustrated. Lately, her boyfriend of six months seems to have lost
interest in her. Yes, she knows he's stressed about his big project at work,
but jeez, it seems like he'd rather go solo than have sex with her. Sexy
lingerie, a Brazilian...nothing seems to get his attention.
Gavin's
frustrated too. He's under enough pressure at work, without feeling more from
Melina every time he gets home.
Another night,
another party, and Gavin is off talking to the boys. Feeling ignored yet again,
Melina confides her troubles to an acquaintance, Abby, who suggests shaking him
up by flirting with another guy. Hmm. Not a bad idea, except there are no
flirt-worthy guys at this party.
Then Abby
suggests a different tack—flirt with her.
Could a little
girl-on-girl tango be the match that reignites romance with Gavin? There's only
one way to find out...
Warning: Hot
girl on girl scene!
EXCERPT:
Gavin stared in
stunned incredulity at the two women on the bed.
Melina was
laying there with Kylie's cousin, both of them naked from the waist up,
jean-clad legs twined around each other, kissing like crazy in a heated clinch.
Holy fucking shit. Melina and Abby wrenched apart at his words and stared back
at him.
His cock
hardened painfully in his jeans and he almost put a hand down to it.
"Jesus," he muttered. He shook his head, but couldn't drag his eyes
away from the scene on the bed.
Melina's long
blonde hair was mussed and her eye makeup was smudged under her big eyes, round
with apprehension. Abby's hair, too, was just-out-of-bed tousled, both their
lips shiny and swollen. He almost groaned aloud.
He should be
pissed off, he supposed. After all, Melina was cheating on him. With another
woman. But he was so fucking turned on he could have drilled wood with his
dick.
"Gavin,"
Melina said. Uh, yeah, that was him. Her eyes flicked nervously to Abby.
"Um..."
Nobody seemed to
know what to say and the silence in the room dragged on painfully. Then Gavin
became aware of voices in the hall and he shoved the bedroom door shut behind
him, plunging them back into darkness. His eyes had to adjust to the dim
lighting and he took a step toward the bed.
"Melina,
what are you doing?" he asked again, his voice gritty like sand. What a
goddamn stupid question that was. It was pretty clear what she was doing.
"I'm
sorry," she whispered, moving out of Abby's embrace, and strangely,
covering her breasts with her arms. Christ, they lived together. He'd seen her
gorgeous tits a million times. He watched her swallow hard, lick her lips.
"This is
all my fault," Abby said, sitting up, but not making any move to cover her
chest.
Gavin tried, he
really did, but he couldn't stop his eyes from flicking over her torso. In the
back of his mind, "small but nice" registered vaguely. He jerked his
eyes back to Melina's face.
"It's kind
of a funny story."
He lifted a brow
and looked at Abby, forcing himself to look no lower than her chin. "Oh
yeah?" If she'd been a guy, he'd be hauling her ass off that bed and
shoving his fist into her nose. He blinked, waited.
Abby grinned.
"Melina and I were talking and she was telling me how she's been feeling
lately and I had the idea that she should try to make you a little jealous.
Just to...you know...make you realize what a hot, gorgeous chick she is."
He blinked
again. "I know what a hot, gorgeous chick she is," he
protested. Wait a minute.
He looked at
Melina. "You were trying to make me jealous?" Both brows shot up.
She nodded,
looking embarrassed, miserable, absolutely adorable and utterly fuckable. He
adjusted his stance to accommodate the hard-on growing in his pants.
"There were no guys around to flirt with."
"So I
volunteered," Abby said cheerfully.
"Hold
on," Gavin ground out. "This is not flirting." He threw a hand
out toward them. "This is way past flirting."
"Things got
a little...uh...carried way," Melina said in a small voice.
Gavin gave his
head a shake in an attempt to clear it. It didn't work. "I..." He
stopped. "You...Melina."
"I
know." She pulled her bottom lip in. "I'm sorry."
"Hey,"
Abby said softly. "You know what, Mel?" She glanced sideways at
Gavin. "I don't think Gavin's mad. I think he's turned on."
He scowled and
willed his hard-on to go away. It didn't. Melina stared at him, Abby smiled.
"So?"
he growled.
"So,"
Abby said, tipping her head. "Why don't you join us?"
His eyes almost
fell out of his head. "You must be joking."
She shook her
head, still smiling, eyes sparkling. "Melina was being very um...brave
and...adventurous. Maybe you should, too."
Pick up your copy here!
Thursday, May 16, 2013
#ThursdayThirteen: Potent Quotables
Egos, us? Never...
Today, we're offering up more of our favorite lines from our own works--this time, we invited some friends to tag along! Thanks for joining us Pauline, Lacie, Leah, and Shelli!
1. PG Forte: "He grabbed for the soap—as if hopelessly fucked was a feeling that could ever be scrubbed away." --Brennan in the shower, contemplating his relationship with Julie (Ashes of the Day)
2. Meg Benjamin: He put his hands on her shoulders, staring down into her eyes. “I’m about two seconds away from doing you here against the door, and I don’t want our first time to be like that. Come upstairs with me.” His voice rasped against her like something she could touch. –Danny, the first time he makes love to Biddy (Medium Well)
3. Pauline Allan: He turned to stand, then stopped. He leaned against the door so she could hear him. “Tell me your safe word.” –Adam to Lily, who is locked behind the door of a garden shed (Gilded Lily)
4. Kelly Jamieson: "Now just leave me alone for a while," he said to her, his voice thick. "Geez, woman." – Josh, after he and Devon have “reunited”…several times…enthusiastically. (Jilted)
5. Juniper Bell: “Do you know what obsession is about, Merriman? It’s about the details. All these tiny little details that burn themselves into your brain until there’s no more fucking room for anything else. They left around ten thirty. I lost track of them in Earlton Yard.” (Beautiful Obsession)
6. Leah Braemel: D.C. didn’t need him here—he could work out of the Atlanta office, no problem.
Atlanta. Where there were no spitfires with bitable asses to tempt him. Maybe then he could avoid future cases of blue balls he’d constantly been dealing with lately. –Sam Watson thinking about his heroine Rosalinda Ramos (Personal Protection)
7. Sydney Somers: “Are you actually going to open the door or are you waiting for a ref to blow a whistle first?” --Hayley, the heroine of Busted, to Jackson (Busted)
8. Lacie J. Archer: "Right, that'd be bad ... Especially since we still have quite the audience, and voyeurism is a pricey add-on to my base rate." –Dane, the escort (Rock 'n Roll Seraphim)
9. Kate Davies: “Because…” She floundered for an answer, gaze darting around the cluttered office. “It wouldn’t be appropriate.”
He snorted a laugh. “God, I hope not.”
Tess stared at him, her brow furrowed. “Excuse me?”
“I can’t think of anything more depressing than an appropriate kiss. I want deep, hot, dirty kisses with you. And so much more.” –Tess and Jeremy, first kiss (Life of the Party)
10. Kinsey Holley: "What, now? Taran, you idiot, once you stick your tongue down my throat and grab my ass, you don’t get to play big brother any more. We’re not that kind of rednecks." –Lark, the heroine (Kiss and Kin)
11. Shelli Stevens: “Are you high? Because we’ve got a history—a pretty complex one where I made it clear I wanted nothing to do with you. And beyond that, I’m not for sale, dammit.” –Sarah Rawlings, heroine (Good Girl Gone Plaid)
12. Erin Nicholas: “Learning to have orgasms with you would be like learning to play chopsticks with Beethoven. She couldn’t find a man with more expertise.” (Just Like That)
13. Skylar Kade: He nipped her forefinger, zinging arousal to all her naughty bits, then stole her breath when he kissed her nose, her cheek. “Do you get a freckle every time you sass a Dom?”
An indelicate snort escaped her. “Sure. The freckles are a little-known Dominant Warning System saying ‘steer clear of the angry redhead!’” –Master Keilor and his soon-to-be-submissive, Tovia (Heat Up the Night)
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Happy Mother's Day Holy Crap School's Almost Out
I had a great RT but I slept through much of it because I got my bronchitis crap while I was there. I came home sick and grumpy and tired and whiny. Then I got to feeling better and wham! it's Mother's Day (which should be a day to relax and do nothing but in my family, it's not really) and then wham! end of school parties and tests and turning in all the crap she should've turned in already and then wham! summer associates start work at my firm and then wham! I realize I have every summer week mapped out for Diva except for the week of June 3. Would anyone like a very intelligent and able bodied 11 year old girl for three or four days? She can do chores and she's an excellent baby sitter.
(Note: Last night she got three academic awards, one of which was for scoring the highest out of all fifth graders (in her school) in the national science competition. She's currently got a low D in science because she still hasn't turned in several assignments. She also got a math award. She's currently got a high C in math because she still hasn't turned in several assignments. She's an awesome test taker. Completing projects, not so great. Can't imagine where she got that.)
Anyway - at least I never have to cook for Mother's Day - Vickie always handles that. I just get to help with dishes and hang out with kids, which is not a bad way to spend a beautiful day. And because I have nothing else of interest to blog about, here are some pictures of our Mother's Day. Hope yours (if you celebrate it) was great, too.
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| Vickie the Blunt, Monsters Nos. 4 and 6, and glitter tattoos. Lots of glitter. Lots and lots of glitter. Still rubbing it off Diva. |
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| Nos. 4 and 6 with tattoos. No. 6 is going through that "I won't smile for your picture because I'm missing my front teeth" thing. |
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| Probably because when she does smile, we call her the Vampire Hamster. (Earlier pic, different event.) |
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| The World's Greatest Aunt, after several hours supervising the waterslide. She's great at stuff like that. (I prefer to drink wine and take pictures.) |
A good chunk of the Nine, plus some visitors.
Somehow I didn't get pictures of No. 8 (who is no. 7's twin) or no. 1, the Diva. And I didn't even try to take pictures of the boys because No. 9 wouldn't be still long enough and No. 5 was running around holding balloons over his crotch and making lewd gestures all day. And he's not in middle school yet.
It was a fun Sunday. I didn't get any words written, but I got more anecdotes for the story I'm writing. There's gonna be a lot of kids in it, an I won't have to make up any of the funny stuff.
Monday, May 13, 2013
Leading a double life
Sometimes I get weary
of the double life I lead. There is the real me, who goes to work every day to
earn the money that supports my family. I have a job with 12 people reporting
to me and those people are counting on me to be there and help them. I have friends
at work with whom I go for coffee and lunch — but I’m living a lie. Because all
those people at work have no idea that I live a double life.
They have no idea that
when I go home I spend evenings and weekends at the computer, writing stories,
conducting all the “business” of writing, chatting to on-line friends. I’m sure
they think I must be the most boring person in the world when they ask how my
weekend was and I say, “It was okay”, because I can’t tell them I finished
another manuscript or I heard back from my editor, or I had the most hilarious
conversation with my blog partners.
I decided it was best
to keep the two lives separate, for a variety of reasons. I enjoy my job
(especially the seven weeks of paid vacation and every other Friday off, LOL!)
and I try to do a good job. But sometimes it’s hard not to drift off into
daydreams of story ideas while sitting in endless meetings. Sometimes it’s hard
to resist peeking at my BlackBerry during the work day. Sometimes it’s hard not
to be able to share my good news (I sold another book! I got a great review! I
got an amazing royalty cheque this month!) with coworkers.
So far I have managed
to keep the two lives mostly separate, but a while back someone told me that
there are people at work who know about my writing. I don’t know how they knew,
but the person who told me admitted that he’d Googled me to find out more. I
told him I figured nobody would know my pen name so even if people found out,
they wouldn’t be able to easily find out much more than that, but apparently I
was wrong. At that point I decided I should tell my boss, just so it wasn’t a
surprise to her if it got to be common knowledge
But weirdly, nothing
more was ever said. Nobody has ever said another word to me and I have no idea
if the whole company knows and just doesn’t want to say anything, or only a few
people know and kept it to themselves.
Coming back from the
RT Booklovers Convention reminded me again how hard this is. The convention was
great – it’s awesome to see my NNN blog mates and friends, to renew friendships
with other authors, to meet new people, both authors and readers, agents and
editors. I felt like a rock star after the book signing! Then I had to come
home and go to work and deal with the mundane business stuff I deal with all
the time and not tell anyone how amazing the convention was.
Maybe some day someone
will say something. Or some day maybe I’ll have to “come out of the closet” if
I want to promote a book. I both want that to happen and am terrified of it. It
would make life simpler in some ways, but perhaps more complicated in others.
It would allow me to share all the ups and downs of my writing but would
attract attention that I’m not always comfortable with.
So for now I will continue to lead the lives of two people, even though in my heart I’m really just one.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Friday Book Club - Erotic Romance Edition
Hello Friday!
The weekend is almost here and I don't know about you guys, but I'm planning on shooing the herd outside to play and taking advantage of a quiet house to catch up on a little reading time.
Last month we chatted about contemporary romance and I may have dropped a shameless plug about the Promise Harbor Wedding series. I'm totally not doing that this time :) We mentioned authors like Julie James, Carla Neggers and J. Lynn last month and some favorite storylines.
This month we're turning up the heat and setting the pages on fire with Erotic Romance! Pick your pleasure and tell us what storylines you love best about erotic romance. Are you a closet menage fan? Love it when the restraints come out? Do you reread the smokin' sex scenes?So what erotic romance have you read lately? Who are your favorite ER authors and books? And we cannot forget the heroes. What do you love best about erotic romance heroes? Themes you love? Hate? Did you read Fifty Shades of Gray? What did you think?
Leave a comment and be entered to win a winner's choice backlist ebook from one of the Naughty Nine. Contest closes Sunday, May 12th.
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