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From betweenyoursheets.com comes the ultimate experience in romance reading. The first two books in the light, sexy Weldon Series are Wild Irish and Smooth Irish where southern bad boys Jesse and Jackson Weldon are brought to life by cover models Jeremy Rivenburg and Mr. Romance 2009, Charles Paz. Each book is a full novel with 50 to 70 pictures to accompany the stories. Get a taste below and then go experience for yourself the future of romance e-books.
Wild Irish by Jennifer Saints (aka Jennifer St. Giles) May 20, 2009
“Still a virgin on the run after all these years, Lexi?” he drawled. His voice, as steamy and seductive as Southern summer day, challenged her on an elemental level, a sensual one. "Almost," Alexi said, letting the last illicit picture she had of Roger fall from her grasp to the ground. She'd only ever been with Roger and he didn't count. Not anymore. She sucked in air, latching onto Jesse's appeal. The reporters encircled them. Jesse lifted his hot gaze to her eyes and smiled. "Almost?" Slow and sexual, his grin spread awareness over her. "Sounds frustrating. Interested in changing that?" He ran his finger under her chin and she caught her breath. Yes, some part deep inside her shouted. Yes, she wanted to change that. Here was one situation her grandmother couldn’t smooth over with a lie. With the cameras rolling, Roger and her grandmother would get a clear picture that Alexi meant it when she said she wasn’t marrying Roger ever. “Yes,” Alexi said to Jesse, stepping closer to him. Waves of his sex appeal washed over her. Waves she had no trouble remembering, though she'd only been seventeen when she'd last dipped into them. His nearness and touch sparked something inside of her that wanted to rebel against everything that had just happened to her. “Kiss me,” she demanded, loudly.Jesse arched his brow and asked softly, "What’s your game Lexi?” His slid an arm around her and pulled her flush to his chest, her breasts to his hard muscle. Then his mouth covered hers. She gasped at the desire shooting through her as his tongue entered her mouth, and his gaze dared her to respond. She wound her arms around his neck, pressed closer to him, and met his tongue with hers. His eyes widened with surprise, telling her that he'd expected her to put him off rather than to take him up on his challenge. After that first moment, he didn't hesitate in delivering a four-alarm kiss. He bent her back over his arm, inserted his leg between hers and had one hand cupping her butt. In one kiss he ravished her from the inside out and she burned for more. By delivering a message to her grandmother, what message had she delivered to herself?
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Smooth Irish by Jennifer Saints (aka Jennifer St. Giles
Lightning briefly illuminated the strong curve of his stubble-rough jaw, devilish smile, and raven’s wing hair whipping in the wind. Damn, the man had no right to look so sexy in the middle of hell. He stripped off his black leather jacket, pushed her umbrella aside, and leaned in close.
“You bait a nice hook, sugar.”
“You. You Peeping Tom!” Her search for something sophisticated and deadly to say fizzled as ridiculous.
“Careful. You’re giving me ideas for a new profession.”
She didn’t have a chance to reply before his leather jacket descended over her head and his strong arm encircled her.
“Tell me how sorry I am later, sugar.” He plucked the inverted umbrella from her, popped it back right, and held it before them as he propelled them toward the back door of the yacht club, not the least daunted by the storm's fury. But then, Nan didn't think much got past Jackson's thick wall. She gritted her teeth, irritated. Both the timing of Jackson's appearance and the man were too welcome for her peace of mind.
She tingled from the heat of his arm about her, the feel of his lean, hard body next to her, and the tangy scent of musk and leather enveloping her.
“You bait a nice hook, sugar.”
“You. You Peeping Tom!” Her search for something sophisticated and deadly to say fizzled as ridiculous.
“Careful. You’re giving me ideas for a new profession.”
She didn’t have a chance to reply before his leather jacket descended over her head and his strong arm encircled her.
“Tell me how sorry I am later, sugar.” He plucked the inverted umbrella from her, popped it back right, and held it before them as he propelled them toward the back door of the yacht club, not the least daunted by the storm's fury. But then, Nan didn't think much got past Jackson's thick wall. She gritted her teeth, irritated. Both the timing of Jackson's appearance and the man were too welcome for her peace of mind.
She tingled from the heat of his arm about her, the feel of his lean, hard body next to her, and the tangy scent of musk and leather enveloping her.
Read more at http://www.betweenyoursheets.com/website/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=1196&Itemid=76
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To win a free copy of one of Jennifer St. Giles' hot paranormal Shadowmen Series email Jennifersaintswrites@yahoo.com and tell her what you think about romance's first graphic ebook novels.
Happy reading and viewing!
Jennifer St. Giles aka Jennifer Saints
posted by Jennifer St. Giles at 5:27 AM
2 Comments:
I'm not commenting on the post yet, but I had to leave a comment. I saw in the ackowledgements Daphne du Marier and that you won one of her awards for "Mistress of Trevelynne". I was suprised but I, quite honestly, held litte stock in it. However, I'm olny on page three and am quite riveted and astonished. You captured "something" that makes du Maurier's work unique. Her words, decriptions, and the very atomsphere she creates breathes around you and submerges you. For you to have even only managed it thus far is impressive, I only hope that it contnues. This is a welcome reprieve from the usual mindless books that I read each day. Bravo.
Maybe I should stop pestering you and go pester Ash :-) Seriously, if I am ever a bother I won't be offended to be told to back off. my phone is not acting right when I check out that ebook site...is it going to be offered in printed format? For that really is the only way I can follow thus so far. Secondly "Mistress of Trevelyan"(eeck I wish I could get it to underline instdead) is the first book I've ever honored to use this fancy, antiq-ish bookmark in :-) It just fits so well with it. if only my phone would let let me upload pictures to here. Anyway, I just figurered you at least could appreciate it. I am going to try to make it to Dragoncon this year. I believe you were in on the panel that Sherilyon Kenyon and some other paranormal authors were one year tealking about incorporating myths into your paranormal world. I honeslty just went to Dragoncon that year because of Cruxshadows but now am addicted. I hope all is going well!
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