Spotlight
with author Jeffe Kennedy
Hello
everyone! HUGE apologies for this beyond late post! We are smack dab
in the middle of monsoon season and my internet connectivity keeps
getting knocked out. ARGH! Makes me so angry that I can't ever seem
to get anything uploaded or downloaded until the storm calms.
Finally, things are calm … at least for the moment. According to
the weather reports, I have at least another week of this maddening
aggravation. I try to tell myself to be calm because we really need
the water, but it is easier said than done. Anyway, I will quit my
rant for now and get back to business. Today I am welcoming back the
talented Jeffe Kennedy. I have featured Ms. Kennedy several times on
the blog and was thrilled to have a chance to get her back here
again. Today is going to give you all a bit of a treat. Ms. Kennedy
is sharing THREE books with us and they each have an excerpt! I love
excerpts because they allow us a glimpse into the book if only for
just a moment. But I oftentimes find that just a snippet can make or
break my decision to read a book. I hope that you all enjoy this look
in the the Facets of Passion series! Please join me in welcoming back
to the blog:
**JEFFE
KENNEDY**
**BIO**
Jeffe
Kennedy took the crooked road to writing, stopping off at
neurobiology, religious studies and environmental consulting before
her creative writing began appearing in places like Redbook, Puerto
del Sol, Wyoming Wildlife, Under the Sun and Aeon. An erotic novella,
Petals and Thorns, came out under her pen name of Jennifer Paris in
2010, heralding yet another branch of her path, into erotica and
romantic fantasy fiction. Since then, an erotic short, Feeding the
Vampire, and another erotic novella, Sapphire, have hit the shelves.
Jeffe
lives in Santa Fe, with two Maine coon cats, a border collie,
plentiful free-range lizards and frequently serves as a guinea pig
for an acupuncturist-in-training.
You
can find out more about Ms. Kennedy in the following places:
**SAPPHIRE**
**Facets
Of Passion, Book 1**
Publisher: Carina
Press
**BLURB**
A
successful executive, M. Taylor Hamilton is on track with her
ten-year plan. Too bad her personal life consists of hitting the gym
and grocery shopping. Enter the seductive Adam Kirliss. They may have
a working relationship, but everything changes at an office party
when he handcuffs her to the rail of a yacht. Taylor writes the
adventure off as too much champagne, but when Adam challenges her to
a date, she agrees to meet up with him. And follow his rules. They
share a night of exquisite intimacy, brimming with both pain and
pleasure. But afterwards, fearful of losing her heart, Taylor pulls
back emotionally. Adam is determined to prove that she longs for the
loss of control he can give her – and the passionate release it
provides. How can he make her see that he wants her, and not just her
body?
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**EXCERPT**
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reading any further you are stating you are at least 18 years of age.
If
you are under the age of 18, it is necessary for you to exit this
site.
Kirliss
captured her other wrist and held them close in front of her, his
warm fingers massaging her skin, while he studied her face. The boat
surged over a wave, disturbing her balance. Kirliss’s unusual eyes
caught the light, boring into her.
“This
is silly,” she tried.
“Do
you want me to make you stay?”
“What?”
Taylor choked. She couldn’t let him treat her this way. “No!
You’ll do no such—”
She
lost her breath entirely when he pressed up against her. Thinking he
was trying to embrace her, she pulled away and found herself backed
against the brass railing.
By
the time she gathered her flustered thoughts, her wrists were
handcuffed to the rail behind her. Mortified, a bit afraid
and—worse—suddenly and wildly aroused…
**PLATINUM**
**Facets
Of Passion, Book 2**
Publisher: Carina
Press
**BLURB**
Althea
Grant is doing fine. Sure, her Charleston gallery is suffering from
the bad economy, and her artistic aspirations have gone nowhere. But
she’s happy enough. When rugged metal sculptor Steel rides up on
his motorcycle looking to rent studio space, his infusion of cash is
more than welcome. But his art is raw, visceral, sexual—and
completely inappropriate for her pastel world of watercolor
landscapes.
Steel,
fascinated by Althea’s rare albino coloring, sees in her the key to
his next piece: a metal satyr that can be used for bondage games.
Moving into her gallery basement is the first step; seducing the
coolly polite lady into modeling for him is the second.
As
Steel peels away her careful manners and tasteful outfits, Althea
begins to realize her life isn’t just fine at all—it’s as pale
and washed-out as the watercolor paintings she’s failing to sell.
Can she transform her life and accept her most
secret desires?
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**EXCERPT**
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reading any further you are stating you are at least 18 years of age.
If
you are under the age of 18, it is necessary for you to exit this
site.
In
the morning, Althea dressed carefully in a pretty pale lemon chiffon
dress with tiny pearl buttons all down the front. She curled her hair
and left it down, thinking it complemented the neckline of the gown
better and looked nice with the wide-brimmed matching hat. She looked
forward to seeing Brandon for a lovely Sunday outing.
Never
mind that she’d spent a nearly feverish night thinking of Steel’s
lurid promises. She had no intention of breaking up with Brandon.
Steel could hang himself from his own sculpture for all she cared.
She
clipped through the gallery as a quick check that all was well, then
let herself out through the front and rearmed the alarm. Brandon
hadn’t arrived yet, so she busied herself with deadheading the
impatiens and lobelia in the window boxes.
“Don’t
you look a picture.” Steel leaned against the wall nearby, decked
out in his motorcycle leathers. He wore mirrored sunglasses, so she
couldn’t see his eyes, but his intrusive gaze consumed her
nevertheless.
“What
are you doing out here?”
“Taking
in the sun, seeing the sights.” He grinned at her. “Gallery’s
closed today, I see. Wanna go for a ride on my bike? You’d have to
change, though—that skirt would be up over your head in no time.
Not that I would mind. In fact the image of you offers some
interesting—”
“I
have a date,” she snapped.
He
raised his eyebrows. “Let me guess—Sunday brunch. How…sweet.”
“I
happen to like brunch.”
“And
did you like staying home alone on Saturday night?”
“I
had a long day, working,” she emphasized. “I preferred
some time to unwind.”
He
chuckled at that. “Princess, I have no doubt that you could use
some unwinding, but I could suggest a dozen more interesting ways to
do it. For example, we could start with—”
“I’m
not interested.” She cut him off again and turned back to picking
off the dried and wilted blossoms.
“You
don’t act like a woman who’s not interested.”
“I’ve
decided to stick with Brandon. I’m declining your…offer. Not that
I seriously considered it. At all.”
“Brandon?”
He drew the name out, baaing on the “a” sound like a sheep.
“Oh
stop. It’s a perfectly fine name.”
“You
think so? Brandon? Sounds like a Momma’s boy to me.”
“Not
every guy has a noun for a name.”
“Not
unless he’s bold and manly like me.” He winked and she laughed
before she caught herself, but with her face still turned down to the
window box, he might not have heard. “I notice you never say my
name.”
“Sure
I do. Steel refinery. Stainless steel silverware. Calphalon steel
pans. I say it all the time.”
“I
want to hear you gasping it out while I’m riding you,” he spoke
from just behind her, in a quiet, intense voice.
She
whirled around and had to take a step back, he was so close. “I
don’t want you talking to me that way.”
“I
think you like it.”
“I
don’t.” But her voice faltered.
“I
think Brandon treats you like a lady. I bet, when he bothers to pay
attention to you, that he ‘makes love’ to you. All clean and
polite-like. Sunday brunch sex. Am I right?”
She
focused on the prominent Adam’s apple in his tanned throat. He was
all over stubble again. She wondered how the scratchiness would feel.
“There’s
nothing wrong with love-making.”
“No,”
he agreed, and he smiled when she glanced up in surprise. “There’s
a place for that too. Long afternoons, lace curtains and taking each
other in long, luxurious, slow licks of pleasure.” He stroked her
cheek. “I can be into that too. But I’m offering something the
Brandons of the world won’t. I think there’s a very dirty girl
under all that lovely lady exterior. The one who gets juiced just
looking at my art. Who wants it hard and hot and maybe just a little
rough. Tell me, has any man dared to tie you up with your legs spread
wide, so he could have his way with you?”
She
gaped at him and he leaned in. Whispered in her ear.
“I
would. One word from you, princess, and I will.”
“Is
this your idea of luring me?” She tried to sound indignant, but it
came out breathless.
“Absolutely.”
He flashed her his wicked grin. “And it’s working too.”
**RUBY**
**Facets
Of Passion, Book 3**
Publisher
Carina Press
ISBN:
978-14268-9548-7
Genre:
Romance, Erotic Romance, Contemporary Romance, BDSM
Release
date: May 13
**BLURB**
Danielle
Sosna has no problem denying herself in order to achieve her
goals—after all, that attitude landed her a dream job at Vogue
Paris. But in New Orleans for one last assignment before heading
overseas, she's faced with the most decadent of temptations.
Seductive Cajun chef Bobby Prejean takes Dani's strength of will as a
challenge, and offers her a night of wild indulgence—if she will
agree to obey his every command…
Dani
can't resist Prejean's invitation to join him in a world of carnal
desire, complete with fetish costumes and masks. Determined to keep
her emotional distance, she gives Prejean everything but her name. A
night becomes a week, as she spends Mardi Gras suspended…in the
delicious space where pleasure meets pain.
Too
late, she realizes the cloak of anonymity has not protected her—and
that chasing her dream might come at the expense of her heart.
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She
headed toward the B&B, at first hurrying through the rain. As she
splashed through the deepening puddles on the uneven sidewalk, her
stockings soaked through. In fact, all of her was as wet as if she
stood under a shower. Since her pace didn’t matter, she slowed,
rain running down her face, sliding over her skin. A pack of
squealing tourists hustled by, sharing one plastic rain poncho like a
tarp. Prepared locals gave her smug smiles from under the umbrellas
they always carried.
She
smiled back. The rain might be cool, but the feel of it sliding on
her skin brought the world into focus. A small discomfort, like her
hunger, to make getting indoors that much more pleasurable.
She
passed the Court des Deux Pendus without glancing at it, no matter
how much she might want to. Up ahead, a man leaned against a
courtyard wall, legs crossed at the ankles, an enormous black
umbrella protecting his upper half, while his stylish leather
shoes—likely Italian—were irretrievably drenched. Idiot.
“You
look like a drowned rat, chère.”
The
familiar voice brought Dani up short before she realized the stranger
was speaking to her. Cautiously, she looked over her shoulder to see
he’d tipped the umbrella back and was surveying her, an amused
twitch behind that neat black beard.
“Are
you following me?” She poured ice into the question.
“Now
how could that be when you just came walking by? I should accuse you.
Perhaps you’re a stalker.”
“Ha!”
She barked out the laugh and turned to go, so not in the mood for
more shit, all the pleasant sensuality of walking in the rain gone.
“I’ll be sure to take a different route in the future.”
“Are
you hungry?” he called out, lightly, mocking.
“Fuck
you!” she tossed over her shoulder.
“Well,
all right,” he said, from close behind her. “Though you’d have
to do that my way too. Your place or mine?”
She
spun around and nearly slammed into his chest. Backed up a hasty step
and snagged her hair on the umbrella.
“Goddammit.”
She tugged at her wet, snarled curls.
“You
appear to be trapped.”
“Quit
harassing me,” she hissed.
“In
point of fact, you accosted my umbrella. Now, here. Hold this.” He
pushed the handle at her and she took it, not looking at him while he
used both hands to untangle her hair from the spokes. In her
four-inch stilettos, she was nearly the same height, and his breath
blew warm against her cheek, the rain drumming around them.
“Some
temper you have there,” he murmured. “I can’t help but think
that if you had something in your belly, you’d be a little
sweeter.”
She
decided declining to respond to that would be the better part of
valor. That had sounded like an invitation. A tempting one.
“Nothing
to say?” His lips whispered against her cheek.
“Let
me go.”
“You’re
free. For now.”
She
started to pull back, thrusting the handle at him, but he wrapped his
hands over hers.
“Let
me make it up to you.”
“What?”
Oh yes. Definitely tempting.
He
returned her gaze, steady, calm. His eyes weren’t truly black, but
a deep brown, framed by thick lashes any of her models would have
killed to come by naturally. The gold hoop glinted in his ear and she
was seized by the random desire to take it in her teeth. “I’ll
make you something to eat. Something fabulous.”
“Absolutely
not.”
“No?”
His gaze fastened on her mouth and the moment felt oddly intimate,
with the curtains of rain falling around the umbrella. “Let me feed
you.”
“I’m
not going to a strange man’s place—for any reason.”
“Ah.”
He nodded. “I am stranger than some, it’s true. I’ll take you
somewhere then. Buy you a meal. Maybe a drink. All safe and public.”
“You
threw me out of your restaurant.”
“You
deserved it.”
“You
don’t know what I deserve.”
“Oh,
but I’d love to find out. You come to my place, you play my way. If
you give yourself over to me, I will show you pleasures that will
keep you fed for life. A different extreme.”
Something
about his tone, the heat from his body, sent arousal rippling through
her. An image of the manacles on the courtyard wall slipped through
her mind, taunting, compelling.
“Are
we still talking about food?” She tried to sound flip, but his eyes
glinted and somehow she knew he heard the desire in her voice.
“When
it comes to the sensual delights, it’s all the same. Come with me
for now. Let me give you a taste.”
She
studied him, definitely tempted. Keeping professional distance was
important, so she’d stayed in a different B&B than the rest of
her colleagues. But it made for lonely evenings at times. In a week,
she’d be in Paris, where she knew no one. Who knew when she’d
meet another man this alluring?
“What
else will you do?” he asked, as if he read her mind. “A rainy
night in New Orleans is for sharing good food, a little booze, a lot
of nice company.”
“I
don’t know why I’m agreeing to this.”
White
teeth flashed in a smile, outrageously sexy. “Because you can’t
resist me, chère.”
“You
wish.”
“Yes,
I do. Can you walk a bit in those sexy heels?”
“What’s
a little pain, in the face of what you’re promising?”
“Exactly.
C’mon, New York.” He tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow.
“Let me show you my city.”
So
what did you all think? Do you prefer to read serial books when you
know you have something more to look forward to? Or would you rather
read a stand alone and then move on to another set of characters? And
will you be reading this series? Why or why not? Perhaps you have
read Ms. Kennedy before. Tell us what you thought about your
experience in her world. I always welcome your feedback, so please
feel free to leave a comment below.
I
want to thank Ms. Kennedy for coming back to spend some time with us
today. It was and is always a pleasure. I hope that you all enjoyed
getting to know a bit about Ms. Kennedy and her books as much as I
did. If you enjoyed what you experienced here today, please consider
purchasing a copy of the book(s) for yourself and show your support
for this amazing author. I wish everyone a fabulous day – or night
as the case may be – and will be seeing you all again very soon!
Until next time ...
HAPPY
READING!!!
~paddles through monsoon rains~
ReplyDeleteThanks for hosting me, even if it is a bit damp! ;-)
*snort* ACK! I just made a mess of iced tea! Thanks so much for stopping by! The books sound fabulous. Hopefully I will get a chance to read them soon. I really need more time in the day specifically for reading ONLY!
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