…and welcome to December! Our autographed print giveaway this month is Book Two in our Riders Up series. Heat Wave offers a second chance to the hot-shot Arlington Park horse trainer who came under suspicion in Cassie’s Hope. Since then, Ed Harrington has seen some hard times, tucked his tail between his legs, and headed home to rural Iowa.
Mom!” shouted the smallish tow-headed boy dashing up the porch steps.
is it, Johnny—you’d think the devil was chasing you.” She’d never understand
why boys always rushed around so.
to a halt before her while the screen door banged loudly behind him, Johnny
said, “Somebody’s coming, Mom.”
know. The truck ain’t familiar,” he drawled.
both mother and sister corrected.
rolled his eyes. “There he comes now.”
on the porch looked toward the driveway as an old faded green pick-up lumbered
toward the gravel patch where Maggie’s car and truck were parked.
didn’t recognize the man getting out of the truck, who stood tall in western
boots, clean Levis, and a white dress shirt with an ancient feed mill cap
dipped low over his eyes. Unable to make out his features clearly, Maggie rose
to welcome the stranger.
rapped on the screen door, he said dryly, “Afternoon, Mrs. Anderson. It took a
while for me and Mabel to figure out your directions.”
those few words, Ed Harrington doffed his cap. A hint of a smile tugged at his
mouth. His gray eyes remained cool and guarded.
Hang onto the land – but at what cost? Feisty widow hires ace racehorse trainer to salvage her family’s heritage. Can they survive escalating threats to life and limb?
an oppressive Iowa summer of drought and farm foreclosures, widowed Maggie
Anderson makes a bold decision: She’ll merge her love of horses and her
family’s three hundred and twenty acres into a horse farm and try her hand at
nearby Prairie Meadows Race Track, where racing purses have just been augmented
by the recently added casino gambling.
Down on his luck after being falsely accused in a racing scandal and banned from training, former Arlington Park trainer Ed Harrington has skulked home to Des Moines to drown his sorrows and wait for the dust to clear. He’s unprepared for the piercing robin’s-egg-blue eyes of pint-sized Maggie Anderson, who finds him at a flophouse and offers him a job. Can he pull himself together and meet the challenge?
the two forge a tumultuous working partnership, they soon discover someone is
out to get Maggie’s farm and will stop at almost nothing to force her off the
land. Can they find and stop the culprit before someone is killed? Can they
survive the far greater danger unleashed by the raw passion simmering just
beneath the surface of their relationship?
Christmas so sucks. She’s out of a job, money, and luck until her neighbor
Scott plays Santa. This tall, dark, and sexy hunk delivers sweet decadence and
holiday magic that makes being bad oh-so good.
god. Laurel indulged in Scott’s clean, wondrous flavor, his intense
heat, and male need.
unrestrained sound and his impassioned embrace said more than words could. He
wanted her as no other man had.
hand firmly on her ass, he pulled her into him.
the best possible way, she surrendered to his desire and her own.
as lovers would after a lengthy separation, his stubble scraping her cheeks and
chin. Few things could have better defined or intensified his masculinity.
couldn’t touch him enough and stroked his firm pecs, broad back, silky hair,
and the precious package between his legs.
sound spilled from him. He pushed her tongue aside to fill her mouth and
fondled her boob.
came alive within his lusty caress, the tip and halo painfully tight.
close enough proved beyond necessary and seemingly impossible to achieve. They
were practically welded together and it wasn’t enough. She clawed his top,
wanting the damn thing off.
On a rough
moan, he cupped her ass and lifted her into his arms, her weight
inconsequential against his brute strength. Lost in intolerable need, she
pressed her thighs to his narrow hips, her pussy snug to his cock.
backward and dropped onto the sofa, her straddling him.
flew. Her tank top and bra tangled with his Henley.
her naked breasts, his grin stretching from ear to ear.
swirled in her stomach and pussy, his pleased reaction doing wonders for her
battered heart. Especially given his physical gifts: smooth olive skin, taut
pecs, and beautifully defined abs. Even Photoshopped male models didn’t look
this good. “Where’s your phone? I have to take your picture.”
Yours first though.” He tongued her nipple into his mouth.
pleasure shot through her. Never had she experienced such intense heat. Her
head fell back.
hard, soft, and somewhere in between. His tongue flicked her tip relentlessly.
endings fired. She trembled.
He held her
tightly, preventing escape.
As if she
were crazy enough to be anywhere but up close and personal.
with one boob, he sucked air and leaned toward the other.
no.” She gripped his head. “Stop!”
flooded his handsome features, dread beneath it. “Why?”
have—I can’t wait any longer. Sorry.” She scrambled off his lap, knelt between
his legs, and tugged his fly.
gripped her wrists. “Let me help before you draw blood.”
me, I’m trying.” He yanked his button free and rammed down his zipper.
Together, they shoved his jeans and stretchy boxer briefs to his thighs.
sprang out, wavered, and landed on his belly, the thick shaft so hard it
cupped his lightly furred balls, their weight and warmth pure wonder. “You’re
against the sofa but also pressed his family jewels into her palm. “Yeah?”
“I have to
take a picture.”
fucking now.” Breathing hard, he cupped her hand over his dick and balls.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
“No sir. I’ll be good.” She took his rod into her mouth, tonsil deep.
I’m an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who
writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional
publishers and indie. Booklist,
Publisher’s Weekly,Romantic Times
and numerous online sites have praised my work. I’ve won Readers’ Choice
Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the
Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion
competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. I’m featured in the
Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, I worked at a
major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.
On a less serious note: I’m an admitted and unrepentant
chocoholic, brake for Mexican restaurants, and have been known to moan like Meg
Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while
wolfing down tostadas. I’ve flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary),
rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and am horribly
shy despite the hot romances I write.
Kay Jaybee is delighted to announce the re-release of
one of her most popular erotic anthologies.
Re-edited and re-covered, Yes Ma’am is back with a vengeance from 22nd November!
Could you write your
wildest fantasies on your best friend’s boyfriend, or sell your sexual soul to
a woman in black?
Find out how far army
cadet, Luke Porter, will go to improve his standing within his regiment, and
discover the consequences of losing your temper on London’s Underground in this
collection of wrist binding, whip wielding, butt spanking tales of female
Yes Ma’am contains six straight and bi-sexual encounters of the S&M nature.
All six stories deliver a different take on the FemDom
in Wait– Cadet Luke Porter is the least
successful army recruit in the squadron. His female counterparts are determined
to find out how far Luke will go to improve his standing within the regiment…
– He is intoxicated by the woman in black. He can’t explain why he needs to see
her or why he willing does precisely what she tells him to…
Claire – Ali has secretly lusted over her best
friend’s lover Rick, for a long time. At least, she thought it was a secret…
You Emma” – Sitting in an armchair has never been
Taking the Tube – Venting his frustration at being
delayed yet again by London’s Underground system on the nearest official, the
harassed businessman finds his complaints aren’t received in quite the way he’d
Twisted Tale – Rapunzel never suffered like
Here’s an extract from “Don’t You Emma.”
… Lee sat back in the
leather armchair. She’d told him that all he had to do to get a damn good
fucking was to stay in the chair until she decreed otherwise.
he watched Daisy move around the living room Lee thought, not for the first
time, how inappropriately named she was. The name suggested someone meek,
gentle and childlike. It didn’t conjure the image of a tall, fit, fake blonde,
who could get her rocks off simply by beating your arse until it glowed purple.
was clearing the space in front of him. The coffee table had already been
repositioned to the side of the chair, and the newspapers that usually lay all
over the place had been stacked up. All the cushions he’d thrown off the sofa
had been neatly placed back where they belonged.
are going to reward me for watching you clean up?’ Lee was amused by this
uncharacteristic fit of tidying.
gave him a stare that would have chilled a lesser man to the bone, but Lee had
known her for a long time and all it did was increase the arousal of her
promise to give him a good seeing-to.
don’t believe I said you could talk to me while you were waiting.’
off it, Daisy. You’re only doing the chores.’
him, his partner brushed her hands together, and glancing at the increased
floor space across the now uncluttered pale green carpet, left the room.
imagination had already moved on to what reward he was going to get for being a
good, patient boy. He wondered if he’d have to endure a spanking, or if she’d
bind or gag him. Flickers of tense longing played in his stomach and stirred
at the clock on the corner of the bookcase, he listened to the quiet tick. It
seemed to fill the room as he waited with growing impatience for Daisy’s
return. He assumed she was fetching her sex toys, or perhaps changing into
something less comfortable. It was with a sense of a surprise and unease,
however, that Lee heard the front door open and the sound of muffled voices.
only wearing a red T-shirt and some lightweight black combats, Lee suddenly
felt rather hot as Daisy re-entered the lounge with company.
warning glint in Daisy’s eyes confirmed that Lee should stay precisely where he
was, his legs outstretched before him, his arms resting on the chair’s soft
padded arms, his mouth shut.
dark brown eyes moved from his lover to the girl with her. About 25 years old
perhaps, with long ginger hair that hung in two perfectly tied pigtails. Slim,
but with enough of a curve to catch the eye, her green gaze had a keen, eager
to please gleam, that just hinted at mischief.
swallowed very carefully. Daisy hadn’t, had she? Not really? He opened his
mouth to ask her if he was right, or if his imagination was running away with
him. No sound came out though. He didn’t want to risk her saying he was
mistaken and ruining the fantasy that roller-coasted around his lust driven
girl, without taking off either the boots or the long winter coat she wore,
even though it was a warm summer’s day, answered his unspoken question, as she
lowered her head and knelt on the cleared floor before Daisy; her mistress.
my!’ His words were barely audible. Daisy either hadn’t heard them or had
dismissed them as unimportant. Lee concentrated very hard on breathing; forcing
himself to sit still and not lean forward in the chair….
Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by
Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards
2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.
Kay Jaybee has over 190 erotica publications
including, Yes Ma’am, (KJBooks,
Second ed., 2019), A Kink a Day- Book One, Two, Three & Four (KJBooks, 2018-2019),
The Voyeur (Sinful Press, 2018), Knowing Her Place-Book 3: The Perfect Submissive Trilogy,
(KJBooks, 2018), The Retreat- Book2: The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2018),
Making Him Wait (Sinful Press, 2018),
The Fifth Floor- Book1;The Perfect
Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2017), Wednesday
on Thursday, (KDP, 2017), The
Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky
Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep,
(Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001
NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type
(1001 NightsPress), 2013.