by Becca Jameson
by Becca Jameson
by Becca Jameson
by Becca Jameson
Kristen Nickels has a full plate. She has reluctantly agreed to a blind date with her best friend's brother, literally blind! The timing couldn't be worse, however. She’s leaving town in days to face a difficult medical decision—a secret she has shared with no one but her boss.
Chase Edwards has been blind since the age of eight. He’s currently waiting on a cornea transplant. He has wanted his sister, Margo, to set him up with her friend Kristen for quite some time, and he’s far from disappointed.
The two experience instant chemistry and spend a glorious evening together. In a whirlwind twist of fate, Chase gets the long-awaited call in the middle of the night that corneas are available, and Kristen rushes him to the hospital, only to disappear without a trace during his surgery.
Baffled by her departure, Margo instigates a search for Kristen while Chase recovers from his transplant. But will her detective skills prove to be enough? The unexpected ending will twist the heartstrings.
Genre: Contemporary RomanceBlind With Love Purchase links: Amazon ARe iTunes Kobo B&N
Content/Theme(s): Blindness, Blind date
Re-release Date: October 11, 2015
Publisher: EverAfter Romance
Excerpts, Out of the Smoke, Laurie’s Wolves & More
Blind With Love Excerpt:
He broke the silence. “May I?”
“‘See’ you? With my hands. Remember, I said we were going to level the playing field. It’s only fair. After all, it will ease your mind, right?” He was joking. She realized he was teasing her, but she was too tongue tied to do anything but nod her approval.
Chase must have perceived the subtle movement, because he slowly reached up to cup her face in his hands. He meticulously began to run his fingertips over her eyes, her nose, her lips and chin, then up into her hair. “Close your eyes. Just feel.”
The flame flickering in Kristen all evening began to increase into a full bonfire. She’d never wanted a man as much as she wanted Chase right this minute. Her pussy clenched at his words, wetness seeping out to soak her panties. Perhaps she would have an orgasm right here, standing in the kitchen with him running his hands gently through her hair. How embarrassing would that be?
Chase gradually pulled his fingers through her hair and moved on to her shoulders. He kneaded them lightly through the thin layer of her blouse, obviously aware she was extremely tense, and drifted along her arms to her hands. He gathered her fingers and pulled them up to his mouth. Kristen seemed to have no muscular control over them as he kissed them, one at a time. The world came to a halt. Kristen thought she would collapse or faint. And then…God…he sucked the middle finger of her left hand into his mouth and drew it out with a slow “pop”.
Her cream must be running down her legs by now. Why had she thought it was a good idea to wear a skirt tonight? A short skirt.
As if sensing what she was thinking, Chase placed her hands on his shoulders and advanced to wrap his hands around her waist. And then to the small of her back to pull her near. Heat radiated from him. She gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscular frame. His rock hard erection was now firmly stabbing her stomach and she wanted to touch him. The urge to slide her hands down and grasp him was overwhelming. She tried to retrain herself, warmth making her cheeks burn with need.
When his hands slid across her ass to cup her cheeks, every muscle in her body melted.
“Hmmm. I don’t think Ryan did a very accurate job describing you.” Chase spoke so softly and seductively Kristen could barely hear him. “He didn’t mention how sexy your ass was.” His hands moved even lower and fiddled with the hem of her short skirt before lightly dancing over the backs of her legs, high enough he could have easily touched her sopping panties if he’d wanted. Her sex contracted. She wanted him to touch her so badly that she leaned into him even harder. Her legs were growing weak. “And I believe he left out the part about the miniskirt.” His hands trailed up her back until his thumbs grazed the sides of her breasts. Holding one thumb purposefully against her swelling right globe, he pulled back slightly to drag his other hand along the neckline of her blouse, learning the contours. Fingers lightly brushed the top of her breasts in the low V. Breasts that were feeling fuller by the second, aching to be touched. They poked out, straining to be released from her lace bra, the nipples engorging against the abrasive material. “And I’m sure he didn’t say a word about how tight and provocative your blouse was.”
“I’ll die if you don’t stop teasing and kiss me.”
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by Becca Jameson
Elizabeth Martin has endured an abusive marriage for many years. In a twist of fate, she stands on a New York City street staring in horror as her office collapses on 9/11. Urged away from the devastation and unable to receive cell service to call her husband, Beth takes the opportunity to run from her life of terror and sequesters herself outside Minneapolis, quietly working as a cleaning lady.
Alan McCarthy has just opened his own law office at home and seeks out a cleaning service. Aggravated with the women he’s been seeing, interested only in spending his money and running his life, he has sworn off dating.
Liz and Alan are not prepared for the immediate sexual chemistry between them. While they test the waters and Liz opens up about her past, another saga is brewing. A woman is found dead under a bridge with Liz’s once discarded purse. Her ex-husband is summoned to identify the body of his wife whom he presumed dead on 9/11. Enraged, he silently vows to hunt down his estranged wife and kill her.
As the plot thickens, Alan races against the clock to save the woman he loves.
Genre: Contemporary RomanceOut of the Smoke Purchase links: Amazon ARe BAM iTunes Kobo B&N
Content/Theme(s): Suspense, 9/11, Abduction
Re-release Date: October 20, 2015
Publisher: EverAfter Romance
Out of the Smoke Excerpt:
Beth squeezed against the side of the nearest building, shaking. She had to grip the brick ledge below the windows to hold herself up, only vaguely aware of the sill digging into her palms. All she could do was wait. She didn’t know whether to go forward or backward. To head away from her place of employment seemed…ludicrous. If she went home, how would she explain to Matthew why she wasn’t at work? He wouldn’t think a couple of explosions would be a sufficient reason to just ditch the office today. How could she possibly just abandon her work station? Her coworkers.
Sirens wailed louder and louder around her and emergency personnel of every variety came out of nowhere to rush in the direction of the burning buildings.
Time went by. Minutes? Hours? She had no idea.
Matthew. Her husband would assume she was at work in that tower. She needed to let him know where she was. That she was okay.
Beth reached for her cell phone, and pulled it out of the purse she had fortunately strapped over her opposite shoulder.
No signal. She held it up higher, as if that would solve everything. Nothing. A quick look around confirmed others were doing the same thing.
“Damn.” She shivered. Matthew would be furious for not being able to reach her. She had to find a phone.
Policemen began to arrive. “Everyone move back. Please. Back away from the scene! Let us do our job. We need everyone to please move back.”
“Miss? Ma’am? Are you all right? Are you injured?” Beth glanced up to see an officer trying to get her attention.
“Sorry. Did you say something?” Goosebumps climbed up Beth’s arms.
“You need to get back. Please move farther down the street away from the buildings.” The officer was waving in the direction he wanted her to retreat.
Confusion clouded her ability to think clearly. “I work in that building.” Beth pointed at the smoldering tower.
“Ma’am, move away from this area. It isn’t safe. You won’t be able to get back into that building today. Go home. Get out of the street.” The officer walked away, turning toward a group of young people angling to get a closer look at the disaster. The air was growing thicker with smoke, and dozens of cameras were flashing as spectators took shots of the destruction. Beth covered her mouth with her hand to keep from breathing in the mucky air.
As soon as she found strength in her legs, she headed in the indicated direction. She moved slowly with the crowd, glancing back over her shoulder every few seconds like everyone else. Pedestrians were bumping into each other with barely an apology. People occasionally grabbed her arm to steady themselves, strangers bonded together in tragedy. Everyone squished against each other, personal spaces forgotten. For almost an hour, she walked away from the scene, not making tremendous progress. Her legs ached and she thanked God she was wearing flats.
An astounding roar filled the air. A thundering noise so loud it pulsed through her body and forced Beth to cover her ears again. In slow motion, she turned to gaze up at the sky as the South Tower…collapsed? Like a house of cards, it folded in on itself. The gigantic skyscraper crumbled to the ground, drowning out all other sounds. It happened so fast and then it was…gone. As if it had never been there.
God almighty. That’s my building. I’m supposed to be in there. Giant gulps of air filled her lungs. I would have died. My boss… Oh, God.
The air filled with smoke. Day turned to night. A giant gray funnel cloud appeared in the sky where sunshine and blue had surrounded white, puffy, cotton-ball clouds only an hour ago. Debris with no place else to go was forced between the buildings like a giant wind storm in the desert, pelting her in the arms, shoulders, head. People screamed and shoved their way into whatever building they were closest to. The crowd swept Beth up with them, pushing her into the nearest store as she continued to look over her shoulder at the sight of the majestic office building, now reduced to rubble. All that was left was a plume of smoke so large it was hard to distinguish with certainty that the South Tower was now gone.
Beth found herself smashed farther and farther back into a drugstore as the front windows imploded. Broken glass shot through the air and rained down all around them, tiny shards embedded in whatever was in their path. Thank God, her position in the back of the pack of people prevented her from being injured. The screams and shouts were so deafening her head started to throb. Soot began to fill the air around her. The world changed from colorful to completely gray. Everyone was covered with tiny pieces of pulverized cement, like ash, from head to toe. If there was anyone in the area she knew, she’d never be able to recognize them.
She began to hyperventilate. Her breaths came in short, quick pants. Too many people crammed in a small area made the room stifling. As beads of sweat trickled between her breasts, she pulled her blouse up over her mouth to both filter the air and help her breathe.
After several minutes the chaos and volume of noise reduced somewhat. Crying and sniffling could be heard all around her. She seemed to be out of body, as though watching the scene from afar. A slight shove from behind yanked Beth back to the present and she lifted her face and glanced back.
“Sorry, ma’am. Can I get by you?” The blond man could only be about twenty years old. He was nodding past her.
Beth looked forward again, toward the door. She hadn’t even realized she’d been angling slowly toward the exit. How much time had passed? Was it safe to go outside? They couldn’t very well stay inside the little store forever.
Beth lowered her shirt from her mouth and replied, “Of course,” but instead of moving out of the way, she pushed through the heavy glass door and stepped out onto the sidewalk.
She immediately covered her face with her hand and squinted into the particles falling all around her like a war zone. She pulled her blouse back over her mouth and nose. It couldn’t be good to inhale the flakey fallout. Vision almost nonexistent, she instinctively turned right with as much haste as the situation could afford.
She should get as far away as fast as possible. Away from the gray dingy soot. She wished she could get away from her gray dingy life as well…
Matthew would be pissed. He didn’t tolerate excuses, even this one. Her head continued to pound. By now, he would have heard about the tragedy. There would be hell to pay for not contacting him sooner. To let him know she’d left the building to get coffee.
Her hands shook as she reached into her purse for the cell phone once again. Nothing. Lord, she was in so much trouble.
Beth stopped dead in her tracks and gazed through the throngs of people in the street as awareness dawned.
Matthew thinks I’m in that rubble. I’m…dead.
This is your chance. Run.
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by Becca Jameson
Wolf Masters Book Eight
When Laurie Hamilton agrees to ski lessons from the third born Masters son, she is more than aware the odds of him being her mate are great. She is equally aware another man will make them a threesome.
Zachary Masters is also not shocked as he approaches Laurie that gorgeous sunny morning at the ski lodge. Considering both of his older brothers mated with both of her older siblings, chances were tremendous.
Corbin Archers, however, is blindsided. A Native American shifter from the reservation, he didn’t see this claiming coming. When he inadvertently agrees to deliver a few supplies to the cabin where Laurie and Zach are stranded, he gets the shock of a lifetime.
None of the three of them are stunned by the strange developments in and around the mountains where they live. Unexplained spirit sightings create renewed unrest. And bigotry raises its head among both the Native American and Caucasian communities.
When Laurie becomes convinced her presence is the root cause of their problems, she takes matters into her own hands and leaves town. The trouble is—mates cannot separate. Their souls are fated to unite.
Nature makes Her statement—as She always does. What does She want? And when will She be satisfied?
Genre: Paranormal RomanceLaurie’s Wolves Purchase links: Amazon ARe Smashwords iTunes Kobo B&N
Content/Theme(s): Ménage, Shifters, Suspense, Wolves, M/F/M
Release Date: November 5, 2015
Publisher: Hartwood Publishing
Laurie’s Wolves Excerpt:
Zach picked up his head and then hauled himself immediately to sitting. His gaze zoned past her, unseeing.
She went on alert, her ears perking up. He had to be communicating with someone, but whoever it was blocked her out of the chat. As did Zach.
Finally, he glanced down at her, and she would swear he rolled his eyes even in wolf form. It was cute. If wolves could smile, she did so.
“We’re going to have company.”
“Really? Who? Should we shift?”
“Yeah. We should put some clothes on for this.” He hung his head and plodded to the small bathroom, nosing the door shut when he entered.
She took that as a sign she should shift and put her clothes on while he undoubtedly did the same in the bathroom. Without hesitating, she resumed her human form, grabbed her clothes from the chair, and reluctantly stuffed herself back into them.
The tight-fitting pants and turtleneck she’d borrowed from Melinda were damp, but not too wet. She didn’t bother with her bra and panties. Nevertheless, she would have rather stayed in wolf form.
Zach emerged from the bathroom in similar attire, except he hadn’t bothered to put a shirt on.
She licked her lips, unable to blink at the sight of his bare chest again. “You want to tell me who’s coming and how they’re getting here?”
“Corbin Archers. He’s Native American and a deputy on the reservation in Sojourn. He’s been moonlighting for us on the slopes. He was above the upper lodge when the snow started, so he skied to the lodge and has been helping ensure everyone gets safely down the mountain.” Zach lowered himself onto the love seat and reached out a hand to her.
She ambled his way and took a seat next to him, their bodies aligning and touching all down the one side. Immediately, she inhaled a sharp breath. It was taxing being in the same small space with him. Touching him was downright cruel. Every cell in her body jumped to attention. “Go on. You sound a little pissed.”
Zach set his elbows on his knees and lowered his face to the ground. “Not pissed. Just surprised.”
“My mom called Corbin, who volunteered to bring you a spare pair of skis and a few provisions.”
“Sounds…like…a…nice…guy.” What was she missing? “Oh.” Her spine went straight. Fate had her ways…
She reached out and threaded her fingers in his thick brown hair, something she’d wanted to do from the second she met him that morning. “Please tell me you like Corbin.” What a coincidence. A Native American man just happens to be bringing us some supplies. Why am I not shocked?
He tilted his face her way and smiled slowly. “Corbin’s a great guy. You’ll love him.”
“You, Zach. Do you like him?”
“I do.” He sat straighter, dislodging her grip on his hair. He wrapped both of his hands around hers and set his forehead against hers. “I’m just surprised. All this wondering. Waiting. I was picturing a stranger for some reason.”
“We can’t know for sure…” Though she had to admit, it was kind of destined. What were the chances Corbin wasn’t their third? Slim to none. “If this is our path, we’ll handle it.”
“At least it isn’t that Brock guy you don’t care for.” She grinned.
“True. I’m grateful for that. What are you? Glass-half-full girl?” He smiled back.
“Maybe…” A knock sounded at the door. Laurie jerked. “That was fast.”
Zach pulled himself to standing and took three strides to reach the door. The snow was coming down so hard outside, it was a wonder the snow-covered man on the tiny porch had been able to find them.
She stood and stepped closer, wiping her palms on her thighs. He was completely covered in gear. The only thing she could ascertain at first was his height. Tall. Almost as tall as Zach, and Zach seemed to be about six feet.
Corbin had already stabbed two pairs of skis into the ground next to Zach’s—his and the spare pair he brought her. He also wore a large backpack. Amazing how he’d managed all that without losing his balance in the storm. But she imagined anyone who lived and skied in the area all their life would have far more skills than she could ever hope for.
“Come in, Archers.” Zach stepped back.
Corbin shook an immense amount of snow off his body before stepping gingerly into the cabin.
She knew he was trying not to soak the place.
He tugged off his gloves, dropped them inside the door, and then pushed the door shut. His goggles came next, and then his face mask. When he lifted his head, he took a visible deep breath, opened his mouth to speak, and then stopped dead.
His eyes widened. He shut his lips, seeming to hold his breath. Slowly his eyes closed and his shoulders slumped. “Shit.”
“Yeah.” Zach reached for the straps of the backpack Corbin wore and slid it off his back.
Laurie’s chest pounded. She rubbed her hands together and glanced back and forth between the men. “Okay, now, this is getting a little disconcerting. I don’t feel all warm and fuzzy.”
Clearly, and not surprisingly, this man was her other mate. It would help if he behaved a little less than displeased.
Zach set the backpack on the floor, reached out a hand, and tugged her into his side. He kissed her forehead. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”
Corbin lifted his face. His lips were pursed. He blinked. “Fuck me.” For long moments, he stared at her.
She returned the gesture, taking in his nearly black hair, brown eyes that were the lightest shade she’d ever seen, and his perfectly chiseled, square face. He was clean shaven and equally as sexy as Zach in his own way.
And she was an ogre apparently. She held her breath, waiting for him to speak again.
“Corbin, this is Laurie.” Zach squeezed her around the shoulders. “Laurie Hamilton. She’s…”
“Melinda’s sister. I know.” He turned toward the door, breaking eye contact, and set his forehead against the wood a bit harder than necessary. “Did you know?”
“About you? No. But we suspected when Trace said you were bringing us supplies.”
Corbin turned back around and leaned against the door. “Trace failed to mention this detail.”
“I’m sure he did.”
He met her gaze again. He still hadn’t spoken to her or fully acknowledged the situation directly. “I was supposed to go on a date tonight,” he said to the room at large. “Veronica. I’ve been seeing her for about a month.”
She didn’t get the feeling he was speaking to her at all even though his gaze roamed up and down her frame. He was simply talking in order to work out this new crazy in his head.
“Sorry,” Zach mumbled. “I think you’re stuck on this mountain with us. And I think you might need to break things off with Veronica. ASAP. Is she a shifter?”
Zach groaned. “Always difficult. Bummer.”
Corbin closed his eyes again and dipped his head to the floor. He breathed deeply.
Laurie knew it was a shock. She couldn’t blame him. At least when she got up this morning, she’d known this was a possibility. Hell, Zach had too. Corbin was blindsided. Still… If he didn’t show some sign of humanity to her soon, she would stray from reasonable to hurt. It was fast approaching.
She watched as his chest rose and fell. He unzipped his jacket and dropped it to the floor on his gloves. He leaned down and unhooked his boots slowly, as though stalling for more time.
She wished she were inside his head, watching him process the inevitable.
As he tugged off first one boot and then the other, she marveled at the size of his muscular arms. He wore only a white thermal now, and his arms bulged as if the shirt were too small. Probably they didn’t make shirts large enough to accommodate his bulk. At least not sexy ones for skiing.
Continuing the silence, he unzipped his ski pants and shrugged them off too, leaving him in similar attire to both Zach and herself. His cock bulged behind the material of his tight thermal pants.
At least he was affected by her. Or was it just the mating?
Finally, he righted himself and met her gaze again. In the standoff of a lifetime, she waited. Considering the few words he’d shared so far, she figured the ball was totally in his court.
The clock ticked. As if shaking himself from a trance, Corbin literally shook his head to clear the cobwebs, smiled broadly, and glanced back and forth between the two of them. “I’m one lucky fucking bastard.” He lunged forward, grabbed Laurie’s hand, and pulled her from Zach’s arm into his embrace.
The first thing he did was inhale deeply with his face in her hair. “God, you smell fantastic. Like a drug.” He held her at arm’s length next, cupping her face with both hands. His eyes jumped back and forth between hers. “And you’re gorgeous. If it weren’t for having to share you with this asshole next to us,” he teased, “I’d say I just won the lottery.”
She finally exhaled. “You had me worried.”
“Never.” He angled his face and kissed her, not hesitating in his urgency. His tongue traced her lips for only an instant before she parted for him and let him inside.
The brief kisses she’d shared with Zach had not been as deep. Corbin consumed her. He tasted amazing—of the outdoors, the forest…home.
He slid one hand around to the base of her head and then down to splay on her back, holding her closer. His cock pressed into her belly. His fingers wove into her hair. “Gorgeous hair,” he muttered against her lips before kissing her more.
Two other hands landed on her hips from behind, reminding her they were not alone. She broke the kiss to lean her head back on the hard chest of Zach at her back, tipping her face to meet his gaze. “Shit.”
“Yeah.” Zach lifted his gaze to Corbin’s. “We waited for you, asshole,” he teased with a smirk. “And you freaking swoop in here and practically claim her right out of my embrace.”
Corbin chuckled, a deep penetrating sound that made her skin tingle all over her body. He licked his lips and kissed her again. “She tastes like heaven.”
They both glanced down at her.
“Could we maybe exchange a few pleasantries first? I mean, I’m clear on the pheromones in the room and all, but you could at least try to woo me before you fuck me unconscious.”
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Be on the lookout for Becca Jameson's future release(s): Sculpt coming Dec 2015, The Game coming Jan 2016, Amanda’s Wolves coming Feb 2016, The Prize coming Mar 2016, and Sharon’s Wolves coming Apr 2016
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