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Rule sold OVER 50,000 copied before the weekend was even over!!!   You readers, bloggers, tweeters...all of you are just wonderful and I thank you so very much!! So here is the start of Ayden and Jet's story.....
Jay
So it begins

Ayden  (one year ago)

It was totally against everything I was supposed to be doing in my new life to ask a really cute boy in a band to take me home. 

There were rules. 

There were regulations. 

There were standards. 

There were simply things I did now to avoid ever going back to being the way I was, and sticking around to wait for Jet Keller was right on the top of the no-no list.  There was just something about him that, watching him wail and engage the crowd while he was on stage, turned my normally sensible brain to mush.

I knew better than to ask my bestie what was wrong with me. 

She was all about boys covered head-to-toe in ink and littered with jewelry in places the Lord never intended boys to be pierced.  She would just say it was the allure of someone so different, someone so obviously not my type - but I knew that wasn't it. 

He was entrancing.  Every single person in the packed bar had their eyes on him and couldn't look away.  He was making the crowd feel, I mean really feel, whatever it was he was screeching and that was amazing. 

I hated heavy metal.  To me, all it sounded like was yelling and screaming over even louder instruments.  But the show, the intensity, the undeniable vibe of power he was unleashing with just his voice.  There was just something about it that drove me to drag Shaw to the front of the stage.

 I couldn’t look away.

Sure, he was good looking.  All the guys who Shaw’s boyfriend ran around with were.  I wasn’t immune to a pretty face and a nice body - in fact, at one point they had proven to be a weakness that had gotten me in more trouble than I cared to think about.  Now I tended toward guys who I was attracted to on a more intellectual level. 

However, one too many shots of Patron and whatever crazy pheromone this guy was giving off right now had me forgetting all about my new and improved standards in men. 

His hair looked like he had just shaken off whatever girl had messed it up, and it was quite a bit longer than I wore my own dark locks right now.  At some point during the set he had peeled off his wife-beater to reveal a lean torso that was covered, from the base of his throat to somewhere below his belt buckle, in a giant black and gray tattoo of an angel of death.  He had on the tightest black jeans I had ever seen a guy wear, decorated with a variety of chains hanging from his belt to his back pocket, and they left little to the imagination.

That might have been why Shaw and I were nowhere near the only female fans at the front of the stage. 

Jet came into the bar I worked on a pretty regular basis.  I knew that the eyes, squeezed shut as he bellowed out a note that was enough to have the girl to my left spontaneously orgasm, were a dark, deep brown that gleamed with easy going humor and a penchant for outrageous flirtation.  Jet was the charmer of the group and had no qualms about using that, combined with his heartbreaking grin, to get what he wanted.

I felt a warm hand land on my shoulder and turned to look up at Shaw’s boyfriend, Rule.  He towered over the rest of the crowd and I could tell by the twist of his mouth that he was ready to go.  Shaw didn't even wait for him to ask before turning to me with guileless green eyes.

 “I’m going with him.  Are you ready?”

Shaw and I had a “leave no man behind” policy but I was far from ready to call it a night.  We had to scream over the blaring guitars and the ear splitting vocals bombarding us from our prime location, so I bent down to holler in her ear.

 “I’m gonna hang out for a bit.  I think I’ll see if Rule’s friend can give me a ride.”

I saw her speculative look, but Shaw had her own boy drama to handle, so I knew she wasn't about to try and tell me any differently.  She hooked her hand through Rule’s arm and gave me a rueful grin.

 “Call me if you need me.”

“You know it.”

I wasn't the kind of girl who needed a wingman or wing-woman.  I was used to flying solo and I had been taking care of myself for so long it was really second nature.  I knew Shaw would swoop in to grab me if I couldn't get a ride home or if calling a cab took too long, and knowing she was there was enough. 

I watched the rest of the show in rapt fascination, and I was pretty sure when he threw the microphone down after his final song that Jet winked at me before slamming back a shot of Jameson.  Even if all the things I knew I should be doing were pounding in my head, that wink sealed the deal. 

I hadn’t been on the wild side in too long and Jet was the perfect tour guide for a quick refresher course.

He disappeared off the stage with the rest of the guys in the band.  I wandered back over toward the bar where everyone had been posted before the band had started playing.  Rule’s roommate, Nash, had apparently been dragged home by the lovebirds. There was no way he was making it out of the bar under his own steam.  Rowdy, Jet’s BFF, was busy sucking face with some random girl who had been giving me and Shaw the evil eye all night.  I gave him a ‘you could do better look’ when he came up for air, and then found an empty stool by the bar.

The thing about heavy metal bars is that there are heavy metal guys in every corner.

I spent the next hour fending off come-ons and free drink offers from guys who looked like they hadn’t seen a shower or a razor in years.  I was starting to get annoyed, and in turn nasty, when a familiar hand with black tipped nails and a plethora of heavy silver rings landed on my knee.  I turned to look at laughing dark eyes as Jet ordered me another Patron, but got water for himself.

“Got ditched, did ya?  The way those two were looking at each other, I’m surprised you made it halfway through the set.”

I clicked the tiny shot glass against the rim of his glass, and gave him the smile that I had always used to get whatever I wanted. 

“I think Nash had a fight with the tequila and the tequila won.”

He laughed and turned to talk to a couple guys who wanted to congratulate him on the show.  When he turned back to me, he looked a little embarrassed.

 “I always think that’s so weird.”

I lifted a dark eyebrow and leaned a little closer to him, as I caught sight of a redhead in too-tight clothes circling. 

“Why?  You guys are great and obviously people like it.”

He tossed back his head and laughed and I noticed for the first time he had a barbell through the center of his tongue. 

“People, but not you?”

I made a face and shrugged. 

“I’m from Kentucky.”  I figured that would explain it all.

“Rule sent me a text saying you needed a lift home.  I have to go pull Rowdy off that chick and help the guys load the van, but if you can chill for like thirty, I’ll totally give you a ride.”

I didn’t want to seem too eager. I didn’t want to let him know how much I wanted him to give me a ride of an entirely different kind, so I shrugged again.

“Sure.  That would nice.”

He squeezed my knee and I had to suppress the shudder that moved through me from head to toe.  There was most definitely something up if just a little touch like that could make me quiver. 

I turned back to the bar, ordered myself a glass of water and tried to close my tab.  I was surprised when the bartender told me it was already taken care of and a little annoyed that I didn’t know who to thank. 

I swiveled around on the stool and watched with narrowed eyes as people fought their way through a bar full of overly enthusiastic guys and overly obvious girls.  I wasn’t a saint by any stretch of the imagination but I really had no respect for any girl who was willing to degrade herself, to offer herself up for a single night of pleasure, just because Jet looked hot in tight pants. 

Whatever was happening to me went deeper than that. I just couldn’t name it and I was drunk enough, and missing some of my old self enough, to ignore it for now.

By the time he came back, I was faking interest in a conversation that some guy who looked like he had raided Glenn Danzig’s closet was forcing on me.  He was telling me all about the different genres of metal and why the people who listened to each different kind either sucked or ruled.   It was all I could do not to shove a stick of gum in his mouth to stop him from breathing heavy, boozy fumes all over me. 

Jet gave the guy a fist bump and hooked a thumb over his shoulder.

 “Let’s roll, Legs.”

I made a face at the nickname because I had heard variations on it my whole life.  I was tall, not as tall as his six-two, but I towered over Shaw’s barely five feet and I did indeed have very long, very nice legs.  At the moment they were a little wobbly and a little unsteady, but I pulled it together and followed Jet to the parking lot. 

The rest of the band and Rowdy were piling into a huge Econoline van, and screaming all kinds of interesting things out the window at us while they peeled out of the parking lot.  Jet just shook his head and used the control on his keys to pop the locks on a sleek, black Dodge Challenger that looked mean and fast.  I was surprised when he opened the door for me, which made him grin, so I folded into the seat and tried to plan my attack.  After all he was a guy used to groupies and band sluts throwing themselves at him on a daily basis, and the last thing I wanted was to be just one more.

He was nice enough to turn down the music blasting from the obviously expensive sound system and wheeled of the parking lot without saying a word to me.  He had found the time to put back on his shirt and it was now covered by an obviously well-loved leather jacket, complete with metal studs and a patch of some band I had never heard of.  The combination of cute rocker boy, too much tequila and the heady scent of leather and sweat was starting to make my head spin.  I rolled down the window a little and watched as the lights of downtown bled by.

“You okay?”

I tilted my head in his direction and noticed the real concern in his dark gaze.

 “Fine.  I shouldn’t have tried to keep up with Nash for the first hour.”

“Yeah that’s not a good idea.  Those boys can put it away.”

I didn’t answer because generally I could hold my own with anyone when it came to matching shot for shot, but that wasn’t something I liked to talk about.  I changed the subject by running a finger over the obviously new and pristine interior of the car.

“This is a super nice ride.  I had no idea screaming into a microphone paid so well.”

He snorted a laugh and gave me sideways look.

 “You need to branch out from cookie-cutter Country, Ayd.  There are all kinds of great Indie Country bands and even some amazing Americana bands I bet you would totally dig.”

I just shrugged. 

“I like what I like.  Seriously, is your band famous enough that you can afford a car like this?  Rule said you guys were popular in town, which was clear after tonight, but even with that crowd it doesn’t seem like you would make enough to live on just playing music.”

I was prying, but it had suddenly occurred to me I didn’t really know anything about this guy other than he was making my heart race.  He was also making my head create all kinds of interesting scenarios that involved both of us and a whole lot less clothing.

He was tapping out a rhythm on the steering wheel with his black tipped fingers and I couldn’t look away.

 “I run a recording studio here in town.  I’ve been around a long time so I know a bunch of bands and guys in the scene.  I write a lot of music that other people end up recording and Enmity is big enough that I don’t ever have to worry about starving.  Lots of people make a living just playing music.  It’s just hard and you have to be dedicated to it, but I would rather be broke and do something I love than be wealthy working a 9 to 5 job any day.”

That was something that just didn’t make any sense to me. 

I needed security and craved a future that was finically solid, with a foundation rooted in safety and very little change.  I wanted to know that I was going to be able to support myself, that I would never have to rely on anyone else for life’s basic needs. Happiness had nothing at all to do with it.

 I was going to ask more questions but the apartment I shared with Shaw was quickly coming into view, and I hadn’t even tried to let him know that I was interested in more than a lift home.

I turned my entire body in the seat so I was fully facing him, and plastered my best ‘do me’ smile on my face.  He lifted an eyebrow in my direction but didn’t say anything, even when I leaned over the center console and put my hand on his hard thigh.  I saw the pulse in his throat jump, which made me grin.  It had been a long time since I had been so overtly interested in anyone and it was nice to know that he wasn’t immune to me either.

“Want to come up and have a drink with me?  Shaw is staying with Rule, so I’m sure she’ll be out of commission for at least a couple days.”

His dark eyes grew even darker with something I didn’t recognize, because we really were strangers, but he put his hand over mine and gave it a gentle squeeze.

 I wanted to inhale him, I wanted to get inside of him and never come back out.  There was just something there, something special about him that pulled on all the strings I thought I had neatly trimmed away when I had left my old life behind.

“That sounds like a bad plan, Ayd.”  His voice was low and had undercurrents floating through it I didn’t understand.

I sat up straighter in the seat and turned his face to look at me with my other hand.  “Why?  I’m single, you’re single, we’re consenting adults.  I think it sounds like a fabulous plan.”

He sighed and took both of my hands and placed them back in my lap.  I was watching him carefully now because, while I might have undergone a dramatic life change over the last few years, I was still smart enough to know I was way better looking than most of the bar trash who had been circling him all night.  That, and NO guy ever turned down no-strings sex.

“We have friends who are dating.  You drank half a bottle of tequila tonight, so let’s be real, you are not the type of girl who takes a guy she barely knows home for the night.  You’re smart, ambitious and you have no fucking idea what that southern drawl does to me. You’re just a good girl all around. 

Don’t get me wrong.  You’re beautiful and in the morning when I re-live this conversation over and over in my head, I’m going to absolutely want to kick my own ass, but you don’t want to do this.  Maybe if I knew for a fact we would never have to see each other again, never have to spend time around each other, I could do it with a clean conscience, but I actually like you Ayden, so I choose not to mess that up.”

He was so very wrong.

I totally wanted to do this, to do him, but something about him thinking he knew what kind of girl I was shocked my libido like a bucket of cold water.  I jerked my head back so hard that it hit the passenger window and the car suddenly felt like a coffin.  I scrambled to open the latch and bolted out.  I heard Jet call my name, heard him ask if I was alright, but all I needed to do was get away from him.  I jabbed the security code into the door and practically ran to the apartment.

It wasn’t until I had the doors locked and had a hot shower pouring over me that I realized how close I had come to letting everything I had worked for unravel around me.  Whatever it was that Jet made me feel, it was far too dangerous to try and act on as I had tonight.  Not only had it ended in humiliation and panic, but I had risked all of the things that mattered to me now, and I just couldn’t allow that. 

Jet Keller was going to have to be locked in the box where I kept pre-Colorado Ayden. Only now, I was going to make sure that the lid was on so tight, there wouldn’t ever be a chance of it coming off.

 

Interview!!

I did an interview with Michelle over at Novels OnThe Run. She's Hi-larous and Austrailian so check it out...oh she asked Rule so questions and managed to get me to let her have a tiny little peek at Jet and Ayden' story so it's totally worth it take a look :)
http://novelsontherun.blogspot.com.au/2013/01/interview-with-jay-crownover-smashing.html

Wanna talk at me and ask me all the questions...

I'm doing this on the weekend I get my first root canal ever...This is the first author chat as well so wish me luck on both!!

http://www.goodreads.com...moreI'm doing this on the weekend I get my first root canal ever...This is the first author chat as well so wish me luck on both!!  Sunday Feb 24th, should be fun.  Add in pain killers for my tooth and lord only knows what we're likely to end up with :)

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It's all a numbers game

Since my Bronco's choked in the last minute of their playoff game...super sad face :( I've decided that since Rule in all his tattooed glory, is set to sell 50,000 copies by next week (you all know I thought like 5 people would read this right?) I'm gonna give you Jet and Ayden's prologue when we hit that number. I will tell you now that Jet is turning out to be one of my fav's...I adore him and his super tight pants. My Aunt who I also adore has read the first 3 chapters for me and her quote was "Best opening paragraph ever!" But she loves me and has to say stuff like that. So get your friend's to read it, he's edited now so anyone avoiding it can jump on board!!
XOXO
Jay

Guess who went legit!!!

http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Jay_Crownover.html
Represented by the fabulous Stacey Donaghy of the Corvisiero Literary Agency
That's right this gal...who woulda thunk it :)
And she totally doesn't mind I'm a little off the wall and have 1 million questions!!!
Wish us luck....
Jay
Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #8 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)

• #1 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Teens > Romance
• #4 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Fiction > Genre Fiction > Romance > Contemporary
• #5 in Books > Romance > Contemporary

You have questions I have answers

1. Do I need an editor or proof reader because I am illiterate and clueless?

- I have had a ton of offers from some very lovely ladies offering to help me out, but no I do not need an editor because ever since Rule became a big deal I did the responsible thing and sent him off to be cleaned up.  The edited version should be available by early next week.  Yes I am evaluating my writing process since I don't like getting hollered at for spelling and grammar, but only so many eyes can look at a manuscript before it goes in the world...plus I signed with a literary agent because well I'm too busy to do this as a real THING so now it's Stacey's job to get hollered at for me.  Oh and I am neither illiterate or clueless just a busy gal that wanted to write a story and never thought it would be read by so many people and that they would be so mad at me about commas.

2. Is Rule out on the Nook or available in paperback?

-As of right now no.  I self published on Amazon so they have all the digital rights for 90 days and I have no idea how to publish on Barnes and Noble's platform.  Again that is going to be something I put Stacey in charge of.  If the book gets sold to a publisher I think you will be able to get it in any and every form books come in, but for the moment it's only available on kindle through Amazon.

3.  When is Jet's story going to be out?

-If I have my way I'm saying May, but if the story gets sold as series I might not get to dictate that.  For now though I'm saying May.

4.  Will Shaw and Rule appear in the following stories?

- If you read Rule you know that personality isn't going anywhere.  I built this series as a world and part of that world is watching friends relationships evolve and grow, just like in real life.  Rule isn't going to let his boy's have all the fun without him.

5.  Will Rome get his own story?

-I hope so.  I would like to give Rome, Nash and Rowdy all a story.  They're a fun group of guys and they need some good ladies to settle them down and rile them up.

If you email, Facebook me, Goodreads, blog at me I will do my very best to get back to you.  I enjoy that part of this process the most.  But if you holler at me I am the type to holler back so just be prepared :)  Thanks so very much for reading, for wanting to help me, for being wonderful invested readers.
Lots of Love from the VERY cold Colo,
Jay

Let's Go Denver!!

Clearly Jet has a way with words:

He rocked back on the heels of his boots and spikes in his ears made him look extra devilish.  A half grin twisted up his mouth and it was easy to see why girls all across town were so in lust with him.  “To be honest I want to have sex with you, lots and lots of sex.”

I felt my eyes pop open wide and my mouth fall open.  I guess there was something to be said for honestly but I hadn't been expecting that.

“I also want to know what you’re thinking about when your eyes go from gold to bronze and why your accent gets thicker when you get upset.  I want to teach you about music and show you that you’re missing out just listening to that crap on the radio.  I want you to come to shows and let me finish what I started in the bathroom.  I want you to smile at me, just me so that I know you’re thinking something really naughty and really dirty and oh so good and maybe if we can get that far I want to take you to meet my mom so maybe she can see what a woman that can take care of herself looks like.  Maybe she can see that even though that piece of shit raised me I learned how to be an okay human being all on my own because you’re willing to give me a shot.  I don’t know Ayden, I want anything you’re willing to give me because right now I’m falling apart and I think you are the only thing that can put me back together.”

Play Off Time!!

So anyone that read about Rule and Shaw can probably tell I'm a huge football fan (comes from years and years of bar-tending in sports bars) anyway here is my declaration...IF Denver gets to the Super Bowl meaning we beat Baltimore next week and whoever wins Pats/Texans the following week then IT IS ON!!  I will post Jet and Ayden's Prologue (unedited cause I just started their story) here for all my fellow footballers to read.  Everybody better bust out some orange and blue!!! 
XoXo

The eye opening world of feedback.

I've been reading e-mail and the posts of reviews of Rule on on Goodread.com (now that I understand how it works mind you).  I have to say the way those of you that loved this book just GOT it amazes me and is downright touching.  The way you've expressed your delight and interest in this story and the characters is thoughtful and makes me grin, and those that weren't so into it I get that your criticism is valid because the book isn't edited great but I take it all in because I find that some of you are more poetic and more eloquent in your review writing than I am in my story writing!
I just wanted to say it's very cool to see what other avid readers have to say about it both when it's good and when it's bad.  I've never written a review for a book in my life and I have to say that being on the other side I see what a valuable tool they can be.  So keep letting me know what you think all you readers out there Rule...ha I'm funny :)

JC

My world

I write and I write and I write and I've just done it forever without much thought.  There are so many good authors out there, so many interesting takes on love and romance, on what a perfect man for the perfect girl is that I never really considered my take on it would appeal to people.  I decided to publish Rule because I never really finish anything I start and I never really gave much thought to the fact that people would actually read it!!!  I say this because I am in love with everyone that loves Rule as much as I do but I feel bad for those that don't enjoy the story as much because it wasn't edited by a professional.  Yeah I had a friend here or there read it but not anyone that would be brutally honest and tear it apart and fix all those little things that are wrong with it, I just never really figured folks would get on board with my story telling, I thought it was going to be a fluke.  So there ya go.  I don't know about redoing Rule but I do know that Jet will come out more streamlined and better edited because people that are willing to read about my fellas in all their tattooed and rock and roll glory deserve that.  So THANK YOU to those that powered through and loved it anyway, and SORRY to those that had to struggle because I am not an awesome speller and my friends are too nice.

JC