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Name a Hero!!!

Naming a character can sometimes be difficult. When it comes to a name, you want one that says something about the character. Imagine scrolling through romance novels, looking for the perfect one and coming upon a hot, sexy cover. Your interest is piqued. You click on the link, read the blurb and this is what you find…

“The lights were low, candles were lit and soft music flowed. A whimper slipped from Jezebel’s moist lips as                               Pee Wee moved in to kiss her…”

No offense to any men named Pee Wee, but the name draws a reader out…waaaaaaaay out.

Let’s try this again, shall we?

“The lights were low, candles were lit and soft music flowed. A whimper slipped from Jezebel’s moist lips as                               Rogan moved in to kiss her…”

Big difference, huh? I get a visual that makes me want to read all about Rogan…and possibly lick him too.

So, I need your help. What do you think my next hero should be named? He’s a military man and, of course, bad-ass.

Comment with a sexy, powerful name and you’re entered to win an ecopy of my newest release, Under The Mistletoe. Good luck!




Alex wants more from Santa than a lump of coal…
Dreading the holiday, Alex is grumpy and down on her luck. Another year alone–another year that her parents will needle her about her single status. Stopping in Vegas for a little fun before she’s forced to face her family solo, she hopes for a big win but didn’t expect it to be wrapped in worn jeans, flannel and a cowboy hat.
Jax is having a bad day. A bad month. But when he wins big his holiday cheer improves. And who better to celebrate with than the lovely lady who caught his eye at the slot machine.
Alex isn’t looking for a holiday romance, but she does have a solution to her problems. Jax would make a perfect boyfriend—even if she must pay him. Money well spent to keep her parents off of her back for the week.
Santa has a plan. The gift Alex and Jax find other the tree is more than cash for services.

Pressure Rising (Book 2, Rhinestone Cowgirls)


Releasing January 7, 2014


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Carrying a shotgun lands her into trouble…and under the spell of a cowboy

Pearl learned the hard way that DJ is a poison that needs to be eradicated from her neighboring land. Although she hates him with a passion, killing him isn’t part of her plan. When the shotgun fires and DJ is wounded, she wishes she left the gun at home.

DJ has a pain in his butt—literally. Thanks to Pearl with her poor shooting skills and temper. He knew all along that she had it out for him, but shooting him in his backside was a little too close for comfort. When she shows up on his doorstep— after prodding from her family—apologizing and offering to ‘nurse’ him back to health, he can’t help but imagine all of the opportunities at his fingertips. His sweetest revenge would be to prove that she has feelings for him, and with a little of his country-boy charm, she might lose the emotional barriers and stop treating him like the devil’s spawn.

One touch and Pearl is hooked. Changing the bandage on DJ’s nice, tight buns starts a fervor within her that leads her down a delicious path—and straight into DJ’s strong, awaiting arms. She realizes shutting him out isn’t as easy as building another wall of protection. He’s in her blood and she’s addicted. And her cowboy is determined to unlock all of her closed doors.

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Riding….er, writing cowboys!

This has been one crazy busy month. I have a lot going on that I want to share.

First, my holiday novella, Under The Mistletoe, is up for pre-order at Amazon. Release date is December 4th. Just in time for Christmas. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I enjoyed writing Alex and Jax’s story. It begins in Vegas, a place with lots of shiny lights and miraculous wonder, a place that reminds me a lot of Christmas. A few months ago I was looking into a Vegas vacation and fell in love with one of the hotels I came across. After perusing pics of one of the suites, I knew I had to write a story in Vegas and include hot scenes in a big, soaking tub. Well…a month later…Under The Mistletoe is born.

Tis the season for cowboys…and giveaways!

I want to give away (2) Two cowboy keychains to (2) lucky winners. All you have to do is comment below. Good luck!


Alex was a perfect woman. Pert breasts. Lovely, slender hips. Long, toned legs that went for miles. A perfect fit in his arms.Under_The_Mistletoe

He held his breath. What was he getting into?

Focus on bringing her pleasure because tonight is all we have.

He followed the slender curve of her shoulder with his mouth, licking as he went along, He kissed the sleek bend, along the arch of her neck, inhaling her scent that made him woozy. “Do you like that, darlin’? Me kissing your neck?”

“Yes, yes!” Her fingers rubbed the back of his neck, tangling in the ends of his hair. He imagined her doing the same when he licked her pussy.

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Ebook Giveaway! Get an early copy of Submission Dance

Releasing next Monday, my new book Submission Dance, is the second story in my Fetish & Fantasy Series. All of the standalone stories in this series revolve around one night experiences, and people getting to live out their deepest, darkest fantasies.

A Fetish & Fantasy Short Story1 - 200x300In the first book, Watching Sin, Alana and her husband Doug reach out to his best friend Killian for a hand in making their fantasies come true. Neither of them ever expected what they got….

And now, Submission Dance, follows the footsteps of a BDSM virgin as she crosses over into the darkside, and is swept off of her feet by a delicious Dominant. Lex Gregory and Marley Saltzman start with a dance, but end with….well, you’ll have to read the book to see what they end up with. 😉


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Marley Saltzman has a secret fantasy. She wants to let go of everything, and submit to a Dominant. Intrigued by her friends BDSM lifestyle, she convinces him to put her on the guest list for his monthly fetish party. She had no idea how far out of her element she would be until she came face to face with an experienced Dom.

Lex Gregory has been nursing heartache and raising his daughter alone for so long he barely remembers what a submissive feels like at his feet. When he meets Marley, he can’t believe that the naïve woman ever thought she could handle kink. All too quickly his need for her refreshing innocence and lack of preconceived notions grows, and he has to have her.

The two began a subtle dance of sexual submission and wit that leads to a night of passion and unanswered questions. Will this dance end in heartache, or will they both find their darkest fantasies fulfilled?

Warning: Adult Themes-For Mature Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. M/F, graphic language, consensual BDSM, spanking, public sex, HEA.


“The paddle she’s using is specifically for pleasurable spanking. It’s made of Ash, which is an extremely hard wood, and it has holes drilled through it that add to the sting on his skin. If you were to look closely at it, it is engraved with her name, so that every time she paddles him she is marking him as her property.” Lex’s deep voice vibrated in her ear as he spoke against it, and she shivered again. His tone was low enough that the people around them would only hear a murmur of sound but no words. The heat of his body at her back, and their height difference made her feel dainty and delicate in the curve of his body. “That intrigues you, doesn’t it, princess?”

She nodded, and when he remained silent, she forced herself to speak, “Yes.”

The one word was apparently spoken too loudly, because several people glanced their way, and even Mistress Ana tossed a glare her direction. Flushing with embarrassment, she didn’t argue when Lex tugged her away from the open door and a few feet down the hallway where they wouldn’t be interrupting.

“Tell me, Marley, why do you want to be subjugated and treated like property?”

Her temper flared briefly at his description, and she realized that he was likely trying to push her buttons after her temper tantrum a few minutes ago. She should still be upset with him, and avoiding him, but she found herself answering his question breathlessly. “I don’t wish to be treated harshly. I’m intrigued, as you so eloquently put it, about the freedom of giving up control. I wonder if it’s as good as it sounds to let someone else take the reins and lead while I follow.” She made a move as if to go back to her viewing spot, but his next words froze her in her tracks.

“So you want a babysitter?”

Her body stiffened as she whirled to face him. Meeting his eyes steadily she glared at him. “No, Sir.” Even she could hear the sass in her tone, “I want a man. I’m tired of dating boys who want a woman to cook and clean for them, and take care of them, but they aren’t capable of taking the lead. I want a man who can be gentle—or hard—because he knows I like it both ways. Someday I want someone who will appreciate me caring for him, but isn’t afraid to wash his own laundry. Who will indulge in fantasy with me, because it makes us both happy, but who can also live a normal life and enjoy Chinese take-out on the couch after work. But tonight, all I want is to learn more about myself, and believe me, I damn sure don’t want a babysitter.”

Spinning on her heel with the intention of storming away again, she yelped when he jerked her back by her hair, and then quickly released her, before his arms were wrapping her tightly to his chest. “Easy there, little warrior. I had to make sure you were here for the right reasons. I don’t want to be in a 24/7 babysitting position. I don’t even want to own a slave. I just want a woman who can submit to me because she knows that I control her pleasure. You’ve got a bratty side, and it both pisses me off and turns me on. All I can think about is getting you over my lap and spanking that pretty round ass of yours until it’s bright, fuckably red.”


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Jack Taylor from Skin Deep graces us with his presence

PhotobucketDouble the Pleasure and Skin Deep are the sensual stories of the Prescott twins, Kirby and Kristin. They’re two sides of the same coin, Kristin a little priPhotobucketm, Kirby a little wild. Today I’ve got Jack Taylor here from Skin Deep. Kirby and Jack are long distance…phone buddies. But, as you’ll learn when we talk to Jack, the long distance part of that is about to change.

Jasmine: So Jack, tell us, where you’re from and what your job is.

Jack: I’m from New York, and I’m an executive. Yep, I wear the white shirt and tie every day. But I kick back in jeans on the weekends. And I do my fair share of yard work and fixing up my house for when I finally get Kirby out here for a visit. (Jack raises a brow) But San Francisco where Kirby lives could certainly grow on me, too.

Jasmine: Ah, so you’re in New York and Kirby’s in San Francisco. Tell me, how do you feel about long distance relationships?

Jack: (sighs) They all have to end sometime, even if means simply taking the long distance out of the relationship.

Jasmine: How did you and Kirby meet?

Jack: (gives a quirky smile) We haven’t met face-to-face yet. She’s a customer of my company. And I’ve been…servicing her for a couple of years.

Jasmine: Oh Jack, you’re a very naughty man. Let’s get serious here. What is the one thing about yourself that you’d like our readers to know?

Jack: (rubs the top of his head) I’m real proud of my shiny bald head. Now, how Kirby’s going to feel about that is another thing. I’ll have to break it to her easy.

Jasmine: (Hmm, I’m thinking she’s going to freak the minute she sees Jack!) Let’s get to some fun questions. Who’s your favorite author?

Jack: It’s a toss-up between mystery writers Michael Connelly and Lee Child. Actually, it’s their main characters I enjoy. Harry Bosch and Jack Reacher are two tough guys with the proverbial hearts of gold.

Jasmine: Do you have a favorite quote?

Jack: I sure do. It’s something Steve Jobs said. He was an amazing man. “Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.” I try to live by those rules.

Jasmine: Have you ever been married?

Jack: No. I just never met the right woman. (smiles). But I feel things are about to change.

Jasmine: What’s your favorite dessert?

Jack: (winks and chuckles.) Strawberries and whipped cream licked right off my lady love.

Jasmine: Would that be referring to Kirby?

(Jack nods vigorously with a twinkle in his eye.)

Jasmine: Well then, let’s get a little more intimate. What’s the most arousing thing about a woman?

Jack: Her mind. I’ve never met Kirby, never seen a photo, but I know she’s the one for me based on all our phone conversations.

Jasmine: Hmm, phone conversation. Would that include phone sex?

Jack: (laughs.) Hell, yes. That’s another thing I adore about Kirby. She knows how to give as good as she gets.

Jasmine: Is sexual compatibility important to you?

Jack: It’s a must. Just the sound of Kirby’s voice makes me crazy. That’s why I know she and I are perfect for each other.

Jasmine: But you don’t even know her, Jack.

Jack: (gives me a pensive look.) I’ve been talking with her about her life, her dreams, her desires for two years. I know her.

Jasmine: Okay, I’ll give you that. So where do you see yourself in five years time?

Jack: Here’s the thing, if I tell you that, Kirby will know what I have planned for her. And she’ll run like hell. So I’ll keep that answer to myself for a little while longer. Until after she and I meet this weekend.

Jasmine: (Oh wow, I can just imagine that meeting!) All right, you don’t want to spill those beans. How about this one? Where would you take Kirby on a dream vacation? 

Jack: (with that twinkle in his eye again). The pyramids of Egypt. Viewed from atop a camel.

Jasmine: (My turn to guffaw.) She’s gonna love that. (Not! But that’s why these two are going to be so fun together!)

Thanks for being with us, Jack! And if you don’t mind, I’ll give readers a naughty little excerpt of your story. I’d say this excerpt was rated R.

Skin Deep 
Prescott Twins, Book 2
Copyright 2012 Jasmine Haynes

After telling Cindy, her secretary, to hold all her calls, Kirby locked her office door.

Seated once more behind the desk, she snapped her earpiece in place. She liked her hands free when she phoned Jack. Propping her feet on the wood edge, she undid the third and fourth buttons of her blouse.

During the day, while at work, she limited herself to a sedate two open buttons. With the locked door discouraging visitors, she indulged herself.

Let’s see, it was four o’clock back East. Perfect. Jack liked a little pick-me-up to get him through the late afternoon.

She dialed his direct line.

“Jack Taylor’s office.”

Damn. His secretary. That meant he was in a meeting.

“This is Kirby Prescott. Is he in?”

“I’m sorry, he’s got someone with him right now. Would you like his voice mail?”


She left the message, unplugged her earpiece, then prowled her office in bare feet. After a very long five minutes, the phone rang. Jack’s number came up on the digital readout.

She jammed the plug for her earpiece back into its socket. “Jack, that latest shipment of glycolic is crap. It separates. I can’t use the stuff.”

He was silent a moment. “Are you wearing panties?”

She smiled, her muscles relaxing. She flopped back into her chair and tucked her feet beneath her. “No.”

He groaned, barely more than a rush of air across the phone line. “All right. Send the whole lot back UPS Red. I’ll get a replacement shipment out tomorrow morning. Too late to do it today.”

“You’re a doll, Jack.” He was way more than that. He was an animal.

“Are you wearing a bra?”


“Was it the new formula that got screwed up?” he asked. Even when he was all business, his delicious voice could almost make her come.

“No, this was the old stuff. I haven’t even received a sample of the new.”

“All right, I’ll look into what happened. You should have had it on Tuesday.”

“Thanks, Jack.”

“Take off your bra.”

“Don’t you want my new order first?”

“After you describe your nipples to me. Are they hard?”

Squeezing her legs together to intensify the pleasant throb between them, she massaged the stiff peaks through her silk blouse. “Very.”

“God. I want to touch them. Your blouse, your bra, I want them off now.”

“You are so demanding.”

“Yeah. And you love it. Now take them off.”

He was right; she did love it. His command made her stomach flutter. Normally, Kirby didn’t take orders, she issued them. Jack Taylor was her secret indulgence and submission to him her secret vice. It wasn’t like this was real life, after all. It was fantasy.


Thanks for stopping by today! And a quick note that my alter ego Jennifer Skully has a free book up at Amazon: She’s Gotta Be Mine. I hope you’ll take advantage of the sale!

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