Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Only 1 more week and Rome is here!!

Happy New Year everybody

I'm out of cute idioms to use with Rome's name!! Ugh..
But there is an old saying that says...
I found Rome a city of bricks and left it a city of marble.
It's oddly fitting for Rome and Cora's love story...she finds him broken and worn from his life and by they time they reach the end their journey he's some something beautiful and invaluable...love it

Enough blathering ONE MORE WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Maybe the best Teaser Tuesday ever :)

To gear up for Rome's release in a few weeks all the bloggers on his blog tour got a sneak peek at the beginning of his book...This is seriously a teaser on steroids friends!!

When Rome falls...so does the rest of the world :)

Getting closer and closer....

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

This news makes me happier than I can even put words to.....

That's right....the rest of the Marked Men are coming your way and I can't wait for my reader's to meet them. I feel so very fortunate and so very lucky to be able to keep bringing these interesting and unusual characters to life.

Nash is up right on the heels of Rome in April and he's already available for pre-order!!

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Let get some swoon on!!

I think it would be impossible not to love a guy that told you things like this :)

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Houston Book Rave Info

HOUSTON BOOKRAVE: After Party and Online Book Sale

HBR is one of the biggest book signing events happening in Houston,

We have 62 authors attending! 
event will be held Saturday, November 2, 2013 and will offer a unique
experience where readers from everywhere can meet with their favorite authors
in person. At this exciting event there will also be entertainment, exclusive
giveaways, exclusive early book releases and delicious food that everyone can

Visit HOUSTON BOOKRAVE website for all the details. 

Please visit HBR AFTER PARTY page to get yours while they last.


There are only a few days left to order signed books if you can't make the event.
Go to HBR ONLINE BOOK SALE to get all the signed books you want from our featured authors.

Friday, September 6, 2013

Day #4 ROME

Thanks for sticking with me all week everyone...I think the final reveal is worth the wait!! I love Rome, love his story and I love the way he and Cora are together.

All the thanks to all my readers and an extra special thanks to all the bloggers that helped me get his handsome face out there in the world!!! I appreciate you and your love of a good book endlessly :)

I promised a peek inside if you stuck the week out with me so here ya go...man there is a lot going on in this book...it's really hard to find bits and pieces that don't give anything away!!

I hope everyone is ready for all that is Rome............

I should mention this is all unedited content...so just beware of my spelling and punctuation or lack there of!

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Day # 3

Day#3: Swoon...All that intensity....all that focus...Cora's a lucky lady...Rome has a lot going on and this look says it all.....http://on.fb.me/17Kw2WR

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Day # 2

Day #2: Gotta love a guy that's good with his hands, big brother sure is...in a bunch of different ways! Feel free to imagine me leering suggestively at all of you... http://on.fb.me/17Kw2WR

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Day #1

I sure do spend a lot of time talking about the big guy's baby blues in this book....

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The march of Rome!!

The big guy's cover comes out next week....little bits and pieces starting on Tuesday and then the full reveal on Friday...man oh man I can't wait for my readers....who are by far the best in the ever of ever...get a load of ROME!!


Tuesday, July 23, 2013

ROME!!!! Teaser Tuesday indeed!

I'm in a great mood today....so since it's teaser Tuesday I'm gonna break down and let ya peek at ROME...man finding a teaser that doesn't give anything away was super hard...no wonder big brother is on lock down!!

(My darling editor Amanda hasn't had her way with this yet so take it with a grain of salt that it's in it's raw and rough form)

I cleared my throat and leaned back against the sink.
“I was hoping we could talk real quick.”
And maybe he would go put a shirt on so I could form words and not sound like a moron.
He rubbed both his hands, hard, over his face and head and I noticed how really worn he actually looked. Those blue eyes were sort of faded and he had dark shadows resting underneath.
“Listen Cora, I understand. I’m jacked up, you aren’t into it, whatever. It just messes with my already overworked mind when you tell me one thing and then look at me like you want to lick me all over like an ice cream cone in the same breath. I’m trying to figure my own shit out. I don’t have the mental fortitude or the patience to try and figure yours out as well. I just ran six miles on less than two hours of sleep. I need a shower and maybe if I’m lucky, a nap.”

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Want a Rule of your own!!!

I think this is so fun:)

You know how my mom keeps saying she wants a poster of Rule? Well now she isn't the only one that can get 

Did you pre-order Jet? Follow this link and you can get a Rule poster for yourself :)

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Rule broke the top 20 in both B&N and I Book yesterday.....this is how I say thanks :)

I guess while I was sleeping my boy did it, cracked the top 20...I knew he would he's just so easy to fall in love with. I get asked ALL the time if Rule and Shaw will be in the next books.....BOOM!

Thanks readers I heart you all forever and ever ..Jay

(Copyrighted JET 2013)
When I got to work, a familiar truck was parked at the curb and I could see one very blond head and one darker one with hot ...pink spikes, turned toward each other. The windows were up, so I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Shaw looked mad and Rule was frowning, hard. When she caught sight of me walking by, she waved and started to scoot across the seat to the passenger door. I laughed to myself when Rule promptly pulled her back and planted a steamy kiss on her open mouth before letting her go. She was flushed and breathing hard when she walked around the front of the vehicle to stand by me. I gave her a look and she rolled her eyes at me. The driver’s window rolled down and Rule stuck his head out. No boy should be that good-looking, especially when half his face had holes and jewelry in it, but there was just something about him that commanded attention and refused to be ignored.
I had to grin at him when he asked, “Do you need me to go stomp on Jet’s head for you? That was a total dick move he pulled last night and I will gladly do it.”
I shook my head and let Shaw lace her arm through mine. “Naw, we kind of made up.”
He lifted the eyebrow with the rings in it and gave me a lascivious grin. “Does that mean you finally got naked together?”
Shaw gasped and snapped, “Rule!” but I just laughed until tears came out of the corners of my eyes. “No, not yet, but I’m working on it.”
He smacked the side of the truck with the flat of his hand. “Atta girl.” He pointed a finger at Shaw. “You think about what I said this morning, Casper.”

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Ready, JET, GO

Out May 28 for all Digital Media and available on Nov 19th in print....pre-order NOW....Here's JET....Let him love you up and break your heart......I ADORE him
With his tight leather pants and a sharp edge that makes him dangerous, Jet Keller is every girl’s rock and roll fantasy. But Ayden Cross is done walking on the wild side with bad boys. She doesn’t want to give in to the heat she sees in Jet’s dark, haunted eyes. She’s afraid of getting burned from the sparks of their spontaneous combustion, even as his touch sets her on fire.
Jet can’t resist the Southern Belle with mile-long legs in cowboy boots who defies his every expectation. Yet the closer he feels to Ayden, the less he seems to know her. While he’s tempted to get under her skin and undo her in every way, he knows firsthand what happens to two people with very different ideas about relationships.
Will the blaze burn into an enduring love. . . or will it consume their dreams and turn them to ashes?
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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Jet's getting ready to take the stage

I can't wait for everyone to get to meet JET! He's hot, he's sweet and there is just something about a sexy guy with a guitar that does it for me and for you if you're smart :)
....anyway the wonderful folks at WM and my editor have kicked some booty and as a result you should be able to get your hot little hands on my rocker May 28th!!!!
So excited...keep an eye out, I heard a rumor his cover is coming very soon and boy oh boy when I say hot you know I ain't lying :)

I've mentioned it before and I'll say it again this boy is crush worthy, swoon worthy, pant worthy and everything in between!!

NOOK users

Only 14 days...sorry about the wait but I promise he's worth it :)


Friday, April 12, 2013

Today was a GREAT day for sure :) I'm a lucky gal!!

I am Thrilled to announce that my amazing client Author Jay Crownover author of RULE has just accepted a 3 book deal, for titles RULE, JET AND ROME. This is a "significant deal" With William Morrow imprint of HarperCollins.

The Corvisiero Agency team extends their congratulations and is so over the moon excited for Jay! Way to Go! Jay you totally rocked it!
Man oh man today has been crazy. Thank you for all the well wishes, it does this heart good to hear it....
Now here is the long and short of things as I understand it:
Rule is getting snazzed up and revamped and will be out on ALL digital markets soon...probably by the end of the month.
Jet is with an editor and they have high hopes to have him out in all digital markets sooner rather than later.....
.quick like a bunny in fact...no exact date yet but I'll keep ya'll up to date. I hear rumors of both of them being in print sometime in the future so that freaking blows my mind!!! Woot :)
As of right now I'm settling in to get a handle on a certain stubborn big brother and see what kind of trouble I can cook up for him.
Again thank you everyone, I am overwhelmed by the support and outpouring of kindness and love...you're all just wonderful

Monday, April 1, 2013

Oh day of fools…




Last year on the 1st of April my entire life changed.  Everything I thought I knew about trust, commitment, faithfulness, compassion and happy ever after blew up in a fire ball of bad things.  Now, I’m not complaining because in the long run all that bad stuff happening on April Fool’s Day seems like the universe was trying to play the ultimate prank on me.  I shook it off, struggled here and there for a bit and eventually decided I was going to do something I always said I was going to do…write a book. 

That being said I had no idea what I was doing. I didn’t know about Barnes and Nobles’ publishing platform, I had never even heard of SmashWords or Ibook, I didn’t know that Kindle Prime meant Amazon owned me and Rule for a certain amount of time.  I was literally flying blind and just trying to figure out what I was doing as I went along.  Talk about a crash course.  Self-publishing is both ridiculously easy and terribly difficult….you know I never even had a Facebook before a very helpful and kind reader/blogger said “Hey people might want to talk at you.”  It’s been interesting and at times exhilarating and frustrating because I’m used to having control of my entire life and with Rule, well true to form he just kind of took off and did whatever he wanted!!!

This is a long rambling post to try and explain why some of my release dates and time frame for things are not on point.  I still have some time on my contract with Amazon, the proofreader and editor have their own schedules they work off of and I have no freaking idea how to do re-writes or how long that will take me, plus I have very hard working agent that wants to sell the series and get these Marked Men in real book form not just digital. 

Just keep in mind there is no man behind the curtain, just little ole me trying to figure it out one day at a time.

This April Fool’s day was a million times better and I just want to say thank you to anyone that has read, blogged, tweeted, emailed, suggested to a friend this book.  You’re all amazing and I’ll take you over my ex-asshat any day.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Thought I would put all these little nuggests in one place becasue I'm just nice like that :)

It was stilted and awkward, as all conversation between us was anymore. We used to be able to talk to each other, just look at each other and know what the other was thinking, but now we were just two people hurting for different reasons, trying to pretend like it didn't rip us apart to breathe the same air.
I wasn't expecting him to move but suddenly he was up in... my face with a rattle of the chains that hung off his wallet to his belt, and a clinking of rings on his fingers, as he grabbed the metal rail on either side of me. Those blazing eyes were millimeters from my own, and I could see the way his anger pulled down the corners of a mouth that had loved me in so many different ways. I knew Jet had a lot of rage inside of him, knew that he struggled to keep a lid on the volcano of emotion that roiled inside of him, but I never expected to see it unleashed because of me. It burned and popped across all my exposed skin and all I could do was stand there and take it, while he glared at me and growled,
“Does it even matter?”

I dropped everything in a messy, blood stained pile on the floor and turned the water on as hot at it would go. When the steam filled the room, I climbed in and let the scalding burn slide over my head and down over my shoulders. I wanted to wash the entire day away, but that was far-fetched because I still had a dad in the hospital and a looming court date, and no matter how hot the water was neither of those things were going to simply wash away.
I flexed my hands under the water and watched dispassionately as the dried blood swirled with the water down the drain. The slice on my face started to sting and I was going to scrub it, when the glass door to the shower opened and I felt soft hands slide around my waist and rest on my stomach. A feather-light kiss landed on the back of my neck and I felt her lay her cheek on the center of my spine.

The corner of his mouth kicked up in a grin that made my skin tingle. “As long as I can continue to write songs that are good enough to bring beautiful, dark haired girls knocking at my door I can be happy. I’ll sing you anything you want Ayd if it means you keep looking at me the way you’re looking at me right now and the long run can take care of itself.”

I knew if I let him he would own me. If he sang to me with that beautiful voice, played the guitar for just me with those hands covered in heavy rings and tipped in black finger nail polish that he would just simply own me that was all there was to it. He was already close and I was doing my best to keep him at a distance because I knew none of those things, his beautiful voice or his wild hair and ink covered skin belonged in my long term, but letting that take care of itself was sounding better and better by the second. I slid my hand a little farther up his thigh and watched as little sparks shot off of the golden outer rim. He was my temptation, had been for a long time now and good Ayden, or bad Ayden, we both wanted him, only him.

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 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 that can put me back together.”

Monday, February 25, 2013

Update for Rule is now on Amazon!

For anyone that got the very first installation of Rule, the one out the first 3 weeks it was released, the update of the cleaner version is now available in your Kindle Library...no this version is not 100% flawless (I am aware) but it is a sure sight prettier than the very first one that I put out!!!  Thanks for sticking with me through this process, I promise I learn fast and don't usually make the same mistake twice!!  Learning to love commas I am :)

Thursday, February 14, 2013

How about a Valentine's kiss on Valentine's day...Kissception :)

Happy day of love folks :) JC

I nodded absently and knocked lightly on the door.  “Jet?” 

There was no answer, but the knob turned easily under my hand, so I slipped in and silently prayed he wasn’t doing something that would embarrass us both. 

The room was dim, lit only by one bare bulb over the sink.  He had his back to me and was leaning over the sink staring at himself in the dingy mirror.  His gaze snapped up to mine in the dirty glass and there was no misreading the hostility stamped on his handsome face.  The anger in his eyes and the light reflecting in his dark hair, along with the twin spikes he had at the top of each ear, made him look like the devil casting judgment.

“What do you want, Ayden?”

That was a loaded question if there ever was one.  “I just wanted to see what was wrong with you.  You’ve been acting like you’re mad at me all week and I don’t understand why.”

I saw his hands tighten on the edge of the sink and noticed that instead of the usual black polish he wore, he had the middle finger decorated on each hand with a blood red paint that matched my dress.

“Why did you bring that guy to my show?” 

The bathroom felt stifling and small.  I could sense the intensity of whatever he was feeling, vibrating across my skin.  I had never seen him this raw unless he was on stage performing, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it.

“I didn’t bring him.  We went to dinner and I was planning on getting dropped off, but he kind of freaked out when he saw everyone running around outside and insisted on coming in with me. 

What does that have to do with why you’re acting like such a prick towards me?  You can’t be mad I’m hanging out with a guy I’ve been seeing for months, when you had a girl leave your room with her panties in her back pocket less than a week ago.

 Come on, Jet. What gives?”

I thought maybe he was going to lay into me.  I thought maybe he was going to tell me that I had no right to judge him.  I thought maybe he was going to yell that I shouldn’t be bringing someone I knew he didn’t like around, when he was getting ready to play a big, important show.

What I wasn’t prepared for was for him to let go of his death grip on the sink and to suddenly grab me in hands that were a little too hard, and push me back up against the bathroom door.  I certainly wasn’t prepared for him to shove fingers, heavy with rings, into my hair. There was no way in hell was I prepared for him to slam his mouth down hard enough on mine that it made me whimper. 

I was so shocked that all I could do for a second was to stand there and let him assault me with hands that were too rough and a tongue that had the glide of metal in it.

By the time my brain had reengaged, he was starting to pull away - but now that the seal had been broken, there was no stopping the flood.  Desire blazed first and foremost, so I had no problem wrapping my arms around his neck and keeping him right where he was. 

I was surprised that he tasted like whiskey and my lust had me pressing as close to him as I could. I felt his knee slide up under the skirt of my dress.  The contrast of cold and hot, as the barbell he had through his tongue moved back and forth across my own, made me gasp.  

I gave him better access to everything he was trying to invade.  Standing in my heels, all the best parts of him were pressing hard and insistently against all the wanting parts of me.  I couldn’t ever remember a simple kiss being something as powerful as this. 

I didn’t want to let him go.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Rule and Shaw are ready to go!!

 Rule and Shaw are all ready to go!!! Plus I got up early to share with everyone so you better check it out!!! :)
Three Chicks and Their Books: Interview: Rule Archer and Shaw Landon
from Rule by Jay Crownover


Thursday, February 7, 2013

Want a peek at Rule and Shaw after the HEA?

Wanna have some fun on Sat?
 That's right I just propositioned all of you!!! LOL
Three Chicks and Their Books have an interview with Rule and Shaw going live this weekend. You know our boy has some surprises up his sleeve, plus you can catch a glimpse at how things are going for these two after the HEA!! Good times my friends, good times!!!
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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Thank you all so very much!!

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.....
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.



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 :)

Saturday, January 26, 2013

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!!  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 :)


Thursday, January 24, 2013

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!!

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Guess who went legit!!!

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....
Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #8 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)

Monday, January 14, 2013

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,

Friday, January 11, 2013

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.”

Sunday, January 6, 2013

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!!! 

Friday, January 4, 2013

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 :)


Thursday, January 3, 2013

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.