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Cover Reveal!!! Sexy MC!!!

I hung up the cowboy hat for a moment and pulled out the leather cut to write a sexy MC hero. It’s all Sons of Anarchy’s fault. I watched a few episodes and my creative mind born a badass in leather/Harley hero. And of course, my heroine is tight-laced, but we all have a past and she isn’t an exception. When Blaze works his magic, Rena loosens the laces and becomes a freak in the bed. Rena is stubborn, and gifted, and will pull out a few tricks of her own that will have Blaze on his knees–and deciding what he wants in his future. Brotherhood or love. He can’t have both.

I have a very important question. Where would an MC hero and a prim and proper heroine sneak off to for a sexy encounter? And is it possible for a couple to have sex on a Harley? Leave your comment below.

Leather for Two. Coming March 2015!


For your pleasure, I’m giving you a sample of Blaze and Rena. An unedited excerpt.

“No one hates you. Except maybe me.” Blaze snorted.

My breath held. “Is that true?”

“Maybe a little,” he answered.

My heart picked up speed. “Then why would you want me to come to the memorial?”

“Because I want to see that sexy ass.” He practically growled the words.

My cheeks burned. “Now you’re making fun of me.” I looked at him through the veil of my lashes. He was still handsome—mysteriously so.

“Honey, I’d never tease you about something like your tight ass. I did notice it’s as tight as ever, even in the nun outfit.”

“I’ve heard enough!” I pushed up from the chair, but he was in front of me, pushing me back down. He pressed my body into the cushion, caging me with his iron hard length. Springs popped as he leaned closer. I inhaled his scent and my head spun. Pushing through the whirlwind, I pulled away but I couldn’t go far. “Get up! Leave me alone!”

“Your eyes tell me something very different,” he whispered. His breath swept across my cheek.

“My eyes are telling you to fuc—”

He pressed his finger against my lips. “Tsk, tsk, schoolteacher. Don’t make me paddle you.” His eyes twinkled.

I stared. My eyes filled with tears and my body awakened from years of being in a comatose state. Why was it that no man had ever erupted such a strong force within me like Blaze could?

“Aww, now. Don’t cry, baby.” He threaded his fingers into my hair and the clip snapped. The locks fell to my shoulders and across his tanned arm. “If I see tears I’ll have to lick them away, one by one, and I don’t think I could stop there. I’ve been dreaming of tasting all of you.”

I jerked and tried closing my legs but he was between them. He moved deeper, spreading my hips wider. His belt buckle rubbed my inner thighs, exploding a burning need in my core. I pushed at his chest. I wanted to be angry. I wanted to fight the urgency within me, the driving desire to let myself fall against him. The boundaries were slipping.

“Remember when I told you I wanted to sink myself deep into you? To hear you call my name. For you to rip those nails into my skin and mark your territory. I’ve thought about it over and over. I’m brainwashed in your fucking heat, Rena.”

“I’m sure you’ve had plenty of help easing the strain behind your zipper.” I hated my bitter words that sounded like jealousy. I was jealous. I hated knowing another woman touched him, brought him pleasure. I squeezed my hands into fists, dragging the leather material of his cut between my fingers.

“I’m glad to see you’re still green-eyed with jealousy.” He winked.

“You’re a pig!” I pounded his chest, but not hard, not enough to send him backward.

He grabbed my wrists and held them in one hand, tight against his cut. He lowered his face, so close that our noses touched. “There’s nothing to keep us apart now. You know why I came. Before this is all said and done—” he dropped his free hand to my knee and slowly moved his fingers along the quivering flesh. My crease throbbed and an irrefutable craving built inside of me. I knew it had always been there and he only stirred it from the cave. Uncovered it like a hidden treasure chest that I’d buried long ago. His fingers moved to the elastic of my panties, rolling his wide digit along the seam. I knew I should make him stop. He would if I asked, but for the life of me, I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me. “—I will have you in my bed. Wet and pleading for me to put out the fire nipping at your sweet, intoxicating pussy.”

Also, my latest release, Cowboy Paradise, is available now!


Exhausted with carrying around the weight of a damaged past, Cara is ready to take the ultimate step in finding her old self, before she met and married her evil husband. She needs to get away from the small town where rumors are spinning and people know her. When she visits Nirvana Ranch, an R&R, she realizes life isn’t as bleak as she thought.

Ben is missing something. He doesn’t feel the excitement he once did as a ranch hand at Nirvana, until he meets a guest that turns his world upside down. He has a connection with her that he can’t brush off or deny. Getting to know her breaks every rule in his book, but he is willing to take the risk.

Cara didn’t expect her life to change the moment sexy and rugged Ben walks in. Parts of her are flaming hot for cowboy, and she has an opportunity to break the rules, something her husband never allowed. Ben triggers her every fantasy and every desire. She’s on the ride of her life and it doesn’t require a saddle.
What started as a strong urge to take Cara to a new level of passion becomes much, much more for Ben. Cara’s touch destroys the boundaries he’d built—exposing a secret of his own, a past of heartache and guilt.

Warning: Read at your own risk of falling for a cowboy.



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New Release-Caribbean Heat!

Finally. A new book! I haven’t had anything new out since March, so I’m very excited to have Caribbean Heat available for your reading enjoyment!

When Sierra Graves takes a waitressing job on the SS Sapphire she doesn’t know she is going to be working on the “lust boat”. Being required to wear a bikini for the job is bad enough, but the sex parties that take place on deck have her body humming with need. There’s one thing that makes it all worthwhile—captain of the ship and former Navy SEAL Jack Hamilton.

Jack can’t help himself when it comes to Sierra. She’s smart, beautiful—and off limits according to the rules of employment. It doesn’t take long for him to succumb to her seduction, say to hell with the rules and end up in her bed. But he doesn’t expect to fall in love with the woman. Love is a dangerous thing, especially when it looks like Sierra is part of a drug-running ring the DEA is after.


They’re coming, ladies. Get yourselves ready.” Jack Hamilton gave the warning call to the wait staff. The owners of this yacht sure as hell didn’t make keeping a tight schedule easy on him, coming in frequently drunk and late and expecting him to be able to make up the time somehow. The boat only went so fast and Jack didn’t like to be late. Ever. He could feel his own damn blood pressure rising but he had to keep his impatience hidden. His paycheck depended on it.

“Thank you, Jack.” Sierra Graves, one of the new waitresses, smiled shyly at him before she disappeared down the stairs to the kitchen.

Sierra was sweet, and polite, and damn sexy, but he had no right to be interested in a woman like her. She had an education and a future, two things he didn’t.

Jack had to work to keep his toes from tapping impatiently against the wood as his passengers slowly staggered down the dock and toward the boat. It wasn’t unusual for them to return in this drunken state. In fact, he would be suspicious if they came back from a day on the island any other way. No reason to stay sober when they had him for a driver.

Moonlight reflected off the little bay, the water perfectly still, but the quiet of the night was interrupted by the lady of the boat’s excessive giggling. The women walking beside her chatted noisily and loud bursts of laughter came from the men at the back of the group. They were all making their way toward the boat and that meant extra passengers for the next couple of days and more drunk people to babysit.

“Good evening.” Jack gave his expected greeting but doubted that anyone really cared.

“Good evening, you big, hunky captain.” Alexis was drunk, and even more aggressive with her flirting than normal.

She was a married woman. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t wanted. His entire body stiffened with unease. Luckily, her husband didn’t act like he even noticed. He was too busy laughing and talking with his buddies.

Tonight they brought five people onto the boat with them. The two men Jack recognized from another trip. One owned a restaurant on the beach here and the other was an investment guy who also lived on the island. The three women he hadn’t seen before. They were all dressed in high heels, big jewelry and tight dresses. Definite gold diggers, probably would be replaced by new bimbos by next week if these guys’ pattern stayed true.

“Would you like to join us partying on the deck tonight?” Alexis batted her lashes as she asked Jack the question.

Her husband caught up to her, wrapped his arms around the leggy blonde woman, and made Jack feel even more uncomfortable. The girl had been Doug’s wife for almost a year now. Jack knew that fact only because Doug was planning a long anniversary trip for them in two weeks. Was the honeymoon phase over already? He wouldn’t be surprised. Women like Alexis didn’t stay interested in anyone for long, but she did love Doug’s money.

“Yes. Let’s have a drink,” Doug agreed.

“Sorry, I can’t. We have to get going now if you want to make it to the building site on North Caicos by mid-morning.” Jack had a viable excuse to get out of this one, thank God.

Building the mega-resort on the long stretch of powder-white beach on North Caicos was Doug’s pet project; even drunk he wouldn’t tolerate the thought of being late for the meeting. He was a businessman first and foremost, and a sucker for his wife’s whining second.

“Well, let’s get going then, Captain.” Doug motioned toward the sea and the girls giggled.

“Maybe next time you can join us.” Alexis licked her lips and Jack held his breath hoping Doug wouldn’t notice the obvious flirting.

He needed Alexis to be discreet, if she had to flirt with him at all. Jack was in a tough spot, couldn’t be rude to the woman. Alexis always got her way. If she felt Jack was ignoring her, she wouldn’t hesitate to have him fired. He just had to hold her off until she found another interest, some other man to throw herself at right in front of her husband. Chances were good that she would soon. Alexis was a partier, always looking for the next adventure, needing a rich man to provide the funds, but Doug didn’t see it. Not yet anyway.

“Yeah. Maybe next time,” Jack said and hoped like hell he wouldn’t be held to it. He just wanted to captain the boat and leave the socializing to the random people they picked up at the bar.

Jack couldn’t risk this job. It was his first one since retiring from the Navy and losing it would prove he wasn’t cut out for civilian life. Which he wasn’t.

He didn’t feel right without a gun in his hand, without going balls-out every damn day risking his life to protect this country. Being a SEAL was the only life he’d known for the past ten years. Now that he didn’t have that, it felt like he was just floating along, but losing his job as captain of this boat would mean he was sinking. He wasn’t going to sink just because some blonde bimbo had a crush on him.

Sierra and Crystal, the two new waitresses hired after Alexis decided on a whim that she didn’t like the former ones, came up the stairs carrying trays with drinks and appetizers.

“Is there anything I can get you to drink?” Crystal smiled and looked like a professional in the high heels and black bikini that was the standard nighttime waitress uniform on this boat.

Sierra didn’t look nearly as comfortable but she plastered on a fake smile and did her best. The girl looked damn good in the tiny bikini, with legs that stretched for miles and perfect, perky breasts, but she was obviously more reserved and Jack wondered how she ended up with this job.

It didn’t matter. Dating coworkers wasn’t allowed and he could see why. They worked together in such a tight space, a breakup would be uncomfortable for everyone.

It wouldn’t be long before the passengers had on less than the waitresses. He wondered what Sierra was going to think of that. Did she know about the sex parties that happened regularly on this boat? Probably not. It wasn’t exactly discussed during the interview process. It was definitely a shock for him the first night he was onboard. Not that he cared much if Doug and Alexis wanted to have sex on the deck of their own boat with a bunch of other people. That was their business. He had enough of his own issues to worry about.

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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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