Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Jambrea Jo Jones Visits!!

Jaime is letting me come out to play! Lol I have a new release. It’s an m/m/f story.  This is a sequel to Retribution, an m/m space story. The new one is called Salvation. The series is called Alliance.  I LOVE sci-fi. I love to read it, I love to watch it and I love to write it. You’re mind can go just about anywhere. I love to create worlds. It’s so much fun!

Thanks for stopping by, Jambrea.  You know I've been bugging you about this sequel for...well, since the first on came out. And it's finally here!!!!! WOOT!!!!

So here is the blurb and excerpt.

Salvation: Can three people save each other?
Rock is a gun runner who was set in life. The only thing missing is a partner. He thinks it could be Sela, but he wants to be sure he isn't after her because she reminds him of an old crush. When Dr. Alexander d'Ado explodes onto the scene, he is a goner. Can he have his cake and eat it too?
Zander is a scientist who lives for his work. He is usually oblivious to anything else. When his ship explodes around him can he find salvation in two roughened warriors? He has no idea why someone would be after him, but the three race to find out before someone kills him.
Will the trio find love while on the run?
Reader Advisory: This story contains m/m intimacy as part of a polyamorous relationship, non-consensual sex, sexual assault and graphic violence.

By reading any further, you are stating that you are 18 years of age, or over.
If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.
Copyright © Jambrea Jo Jones, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Total-E-Bound.
Excerpt From: Salvation

“What the fuck?” Rock stumbled as the ship shuddered. He looked up as Sela ran onto the bridge. “Hold on to something. A ship just exploded in our path.” He focussed on steering the Salvation out of the flames but something caught his eye. “Se, there’s an emergency pod! See if you can find their frequency and hail them,” Rock said over his shoulder, fully expecting her to jump to it. She was efficient that way. He scanned the area to see if there were any other emergency crafts, but didn’t see any other pods in the aftermath of the explosion.
“I’m supposed to be on vacation. I didn’t sign up for this,” Se grumbled.
“You didn’t have to come, you know.” It came out more harshly than he’d intended, but they were in crisis mode right now.
“Rave wouldn’t have forgiven me if I’d let you go on a gun run on your own,” she said clearly, then he thought he heard her mumble, “Stupid libido.”
“I’ve been doing this solo for a while. I don’t need my hand held by Rave and your cousin. Or you for that matter. Shit. Someone’s shooting at the pod. You get a frequency yet?” Rock threw back at her.
“I’m going as fast as I can.”
“Go faster,” he snapped. He wasn’t irritated with her but he needed to get to the pilot of that pod. He’d apologise later. Maybe.
“Damn it, Rock. If you don’t like my speed, do it yourself.”
“Stop arguing with me. I’d like to find out why my gun sale went south.” He didn’t understand her need to fight him at every turn. Most days it was a turn-on, but this wasn’t the time or the place for his cock to take charge.
“What are you talking about?” Se sounded peevish.
“That ship was my contact. Maybe whoever escaped in the pod has the answers I need.”
“Put more pressure on me, why don’t you?” Se said under her breath.
“Se!” He was about to lose what little sanity he had left. Didn’t she know that?
“It isn’t the fate of the world. It’s one gun sale.” Se sighed, pushing her hair out of her face.
“Those guns were going to a planet being overrun with marauders. The inhabitants need to protect themselves or they’ll be enslaved. So, yeah, the fate of someone’s world could be at stake. We need that pod.” They were going to have to do something about the sexual tension between them soon because he couldn’t take the fighting anymore. He’d rather be fucking. And now wasn’t the time. Damn.
“Stop it with the bleeding heart stuff. I’ve got them,” Se mumbled almost to herself.
“I’m the bleeding heart?” That made him smile. He’d never been known for his sympathy. Not that he wasn’t sympathetic, but money was a bigger motivator.
Se laughed. “Just talk to the pod. You’re keyed in.”
And just like that, his sanity was back. They really did work well together.

“Emergency pod, this is the captain of the Salvation. Do you need assistance?”
There was no response. Fuck. That couldn’t be good.
“Are you sure this is right?” He looked over at Se.
“Yes. They probably don’t know if we are friend or foe. They did just come off an exploding ship and who knows who’s there or what shape they’re in.” Se shrugged.
“This is the captain of the Salvation. We will shelter you. Please acknowledge,” Rock tried again, realising that Se was correct—anyone could be in there and only a handful of people had known he was meeting up with the ship.
“How do you use this thing? Hello? Hello?” A masculine voice floated over the airwaves.
Rock bit back a shout of relief. “I hear you. Do you need us to bring you in?”
On screen, another shot hit the pod. Rock couldn’t look away—it was like a bad vid streaming in 3D, and he had front row seats.
“Rock, you need to get that ship in here or it’s going to fall apart.” Se’s worry coloured her voice.
“Emergency pod, we’ve got a lock on you. Don’t touch anything. We’re bringing you in.” Rock manipulated the controls and the pod slowly inched its way towards the Salvation.
Come on, come on.
It was taking forever. Or seemed to be. He needed to upgrade his fucking equipment.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Jenn Nixon Visits

Morning everyone. So Jenn Nixon is on a hop-about through cyber space, and today, her stop is here on my blog. I've read the blurb for her upcoming release in a number of places, and I have to say, it intrigues me. She's sharing it here, along with a little excerpt, and check out that cover art.

Blurb: Veronica Chance’s sister has gone missing. In order to find Valerie, “Roni” takes a waitressing job at Foxxes Gentlemen’s Club, the last place her sister worked, to search for clues. First day on the job, the club owner makes her give a lap dance to his VIP guest, Mr. Storm. Veronica’s instant attraction to him spells trouble and threatens to blow her cover.

Former detective Mason Storm can’t deny the connection he feels for the wild and mysterious Roni. During the lap dance, he learns about her missing sister, offers his help, only to be rejected. Not ready to give up, he confronts her again, adding in the fact he’s see her sister in the club, but she denies him once more.

When Veronica calls, acting rather strangely, Storm finds her at the club, drugged and giving a lap dance to a kid at an illegal after party.  Grateful for the help, Veronica comes clean about who she is, and accepts Storm’s offer to help. Together, they unravel the clues surrounding Valerie’s disappearance, uncover the horrible truth behind the illegal after parties, all the while exploring and succumbing to their lustful desires for each other.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to get busted…you don’t have to do this,” Mason said.

“He’s probably going to watch,” Starr replied, eyes roving to the spots Karl had surveillance. Now why would a waitress know where the cameras were? “And it’s my first day.” She stepped close, drawing his attention. Long shapely legs, covered to the knees in leather, straddled his thigh. Her hips and waist were within reach, and her full bust directly eye level.

She swayed back and forth, stunningly hypnotic.

When she moistened her lips and spun around giving him a rear view, the blood rushed from Mason’s brain. Starr bent down and pressed her ass against his thighs, his entire body flashed with heat. She grinded in a circular motion, awakening and enlarging him surprisingly fast. Spinning again, she dropped to his lap, put her hands on his shoulders, and stared down at him.

With her face clear, he tried to remember where he’d seen her.

She gyrated, eyes seductively peering down. He fought the strain in his jeans with each movement, though she made it impossible. She was hotter than hell during a heat wave. Starr lifted one leg, straddled a single thigh and shook her hips again. The woman bit her bottom lip. So naughty. So his type, he loved it.

Then an image of her with red hair flashed in his mind. She’d been in the club, disguised, sitting alone at the bar, drinking here yesterday. He glanced up at her, knew he was right.

Coming May 15th from Tease Publishing

Jenn Nixon resides in New Jersey. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and Liberty State Fiction Writers. Her love for thrillers and suspense often finds its way into her novels whether they are Science Fiction or Romance. When not writing, Jenn spends her free time reading, absorbing pop culture and current events, and social networking online. For more information please visit www.jennnixon.com orhttp://jennafern.blogspot.com/

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Interesting Call for Submission

DO you remeber what it was like? I know I do. How can you forget those very formative years of growing up, through high-school and college? If they were good years, you want to remember them. If they were bad, you sometimes can't forget. Like many GLBT youth, my high school years were a very mixed bag of exciting, confusing, and very often, frightening and lonely.

How better to show the youth of today that they aren't alone than to tell our stories? That's why many of us write YA fiction, and why I've been contemplating it. So while I was out and about on the net searching out possible venues, I came across this: http://www.omgqueer.com/

So, I don't know that anyone of the age group that can submit a story to this anthology actually reads my blog, however, there might e someone who knows someone...you get the picture. There is a call out by Bold Strokes Book for a queer anthology about being young in today's environment: stories about coming out, or not coming out, fears, family, dating, and all that fun (and scary) stuff. The catch: it's for stories written by youth ages 18-24 14-24 (edit). Very cool. here's the link again: http://www.omgqueer.com/ if anyone is interested.