Thursday, December 11, 2014

If You Ordered Books From HBR *Important Update

Hey All,

If you ordered signed books through the Houston Book Rave back in October and have not seen them yet I need you to email me.

jaycrownover@gmail.com

and copy Mel at booksmakemegiddy@gmail.com...so that if one of us misses it the other won't!

Unfortunately the 3rd party vendor has been unwilling to work with me or my team on getting the books out to those who purchased them in a timely manner so I will be taking matters into my own hands of course with Melissa's help.

I need the proof of purchase from HBR and I also need you to write down a physical address to send the replacement books to.

I know the address is already on the receipt already but I have a mail program that I use and I cannot copy and paste from the PayPal receipt which I need to do in order to expedite the process and ensure you get the books quickly as possible.

I appreciate the patience everyone has shown while trying to figure this situation out. I assure you the new books will be coming directly from me once I have the stock in place to send out. There will be no further delays or mishaps.

Thanks everyone!

Jay

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Time to dive back into the Point...

My friend Ali at Black Heart Reviews made these for her review of Better When He's Bold....

Headed back to the Point on Feb. 3rd and if you haven't met the boys you should because Bax's story in Better When He's Bad is on Sale right now for $1.99 until Thanksgiving.
Order links below including the pre-order for Better When He's Brave :)


Bax

Race

Titus


I just love those Point boys so much....Race is unlike any other character I have written before.
I usually go for brawn over brains but his mind is probably the sexiest thing about him....he's one smart criminal.






Annnnnd I don't care if peeps don't dig the cover....I love it :) And ultimately that's all that matters.




Tuesday, October 14, 2014

1 more week to go! This is the last peek before release day :)

We are 1 lil ole week away!! I love these two and I love their story. I think all the best romance has a little bit of love and loss in it and I love having to fight through what was to get to what is....

Here is the last sneak peek until judgment day....again I pulled this from MY manuscript not the ARC or the finished copy so any errors are my own and shouldn't be in the final copy.

Happy Tuesday, thanks for being so patient and #let'sgetrowdy!

I remembered Salem being patient and funny as two kids trailed after her like she was the queen of the world. She never tired of the questions, of the attention, of fixing up my hurt feelings when I had a bad day at school—which there were a lot of—and she never looked at me like she found me lacking even when everyone else in my little world was trying to guide me in a direction I wasn’t sure I wanted to go. She was always my biggest cheerleader and it never mattered if it was because I scored a touchdown or drew her a picture.

Along with all those memories came the other ones, the ones that made it hard to breathe and made my head throb and my heart hurt.
I remembered Poppy and her big, sad eyes telling me she would never love me the way I loved her, that we would always be from two different worlds, and therefore it would never work out. I literally put my young and soft heart in her hands and she had chucked it back at me like it was nothing. I had had a crush on her—was so sure that I’d loved her—for what felt like forever. I just knew she was my one. She was steady. She was unfailingly kind and generous. She was lovely inside and out, but to her I wasn’t enough. I didn’t have the right background, the right upbringing, and in all honesty the right skin color for her to ever be able to bring me home and tell her dad she was spending the rest of her life with me. I would have given her the world—only she didn’t want it—or me.

I also remembered standing in the driveway watching Salem and her dad scream at each other while she threw all her things into the back of a rusted-out Bonneville and her telling him point-blank she was never going to step foot in his house or in Loveless again. She was my best friend. She was the one that always made everything better, and even at fifteen I remembered thinking I would never make it the rest of the way through high school without her. How was I supposed to pick which college I was going to go to? I was going to tell my foster parents, Poppy, everyone, that I didn’t want to play football, I wanted to paint and draw. I wanted an art scholarship not an athletic one and Salem was the only one that would support me in that. I needed her to give me the strength to fight for it, but in the blink of an eye she was gone.

She saw me where I was lurking and got back out of that car so that she could give me a kiss—a real kiss—on the lips and I remembered she tasted salty and sweet because she was crying as she told me good-bye. It was my first kiss and the memory of it was tied to watching yet another person I cared about leaving me on my own. She tried to tell me she would write, call, send a carrier pigeon, but I just walked away from her because I couldn’t listen to it and I knew she was lying. Once she was gone, I wouldn’t matter anymore, which had proven to be true.

Now all those memories were tangling and colliding with the new ones I had of the way grown-up Salem felt pressed against me. The memory of the way my dick twitched when I saw her sanding at the top of the stairs that first day she got hired to work at the shop. There was the irritating remembrance of the way she burned as hot as the sun when I touched her and that she still tasted salty and sweet, but now I was old enough to want to know if she tasted that way everywhere on her body, not just on her pouty lips. I couldn’t stop seeing the way her dark eyes gleamed like polished onyx, or stop thinking about the way her full mouth felt better than anything I could ever remember feeling, and the fact she tasted like chocolate and history in the best and worst way was haunting me every minute of every day. I knew that if her phone hadn’t gone off I was a split second away from trying to get my hands in the waistband of those short-shorts she had been wearing, and even closer to tugging the shoulder of her sexy top the rest of the way off. I wanted to touch all that caramel-colored skin and put my mouth on the pointy tips of her breasts that I could feel poking into my chest.

It was all crashing and colliding so loud and hard that I felt like I couldn’t see or hear anything else. I actively avoided going to the new shop and even harassed Rule into taking my shift that week so I didn’t have to see her. I couldn’t get on top of it and as a result I was drowning in the past and running away from the future. I was exhausted.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Want a signed paperback of any of my titles including Rowdy?

I generally don't do signed pre-orders but here is a chance to get my fellas signed sealed and delivered to your door. This does include Rowdy.

This option is only available until Nov. 1st so if you want my 3rd grader scrawl in one of your books you only have a few weeks to order.

Just click here:
Signed Books

I'm so excited to FINALLY have an option for those of you that have asked...granted it's a short window but it's better than nothing!

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

4 weeks until Rowdy...So close my freinds

I'm pretty sure these two are the hottest set of the group so far....They should be.

They have a lot of lost time to make up for.