Recent Reviews Four Weeks til Christmas

Just wanted to share some of the most recent FIVE star reviews for Four Weeks 'til Christmas!

"This is the perfect quick read for Christmas. Sweet, heartwarming, well written and charming. If you're looking for something to provide a nice satisfying read with very likeable characters then this is for you."


"This is designed to be a book to read in a single setting, like you would view a holiday movie, and Jayn Wilde accomplishes exactly this. This is a fairly traditional Romance about Noelle and her relationship with Zane during the month of December. Without giving away too many details, suffice it to say that Noelle manages to conquer her inner demons, and the journey is well-chronicled, real, and heart-warming."


"Noelle is an overworked, part-time student who also holds down a full-time job.
Zane is handsome and charismatic with a lot of dough, and he had me when he went in search of a doll for his niece.  How sweet! you say? That's exactly what I said.  His deep family values made him even more attractive.  With all the festivity and cheer during Christmas, love had to blossom between them.  A lovely, short, but enjoyable read that's perfect for the Silly Season. 5 stars from me."



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Fantasy Friday

This Fantasy Friday piece comes to you from my published book, "Lexi's Lessons."  ENJOY!

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“Come on in. Perfect timing.”

Seth came in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. He lingered just an extra second and Lexi could swear he sniffed her.  Not that she minded. She inhaled his spicy scent too.

“Beer?”  Lexi offered and Seth gladly took it.

They chowed down on pizza, each knocking back a few beers a piece.  The movie was horrible, although the story was good.  Lexi figured that they must not have had much of a budget to work with, and said as much to Seth.  Lexi wondered if any big producers would pick it up and remake it.  There was a scene towards the very end that captivated both Lexi and Seth.

The hero had saved the heroine and was making his move on her. He thrust her up against the wall, passionately kissing her.  He carried her off to his bedroom and the heroine gasped.  There, in the hero’s bedroom, was a gigantic four poster bed. Each corner had fur-lined cuffs. On the side table was a blindfold, a tube of lube and a flogger. The hero proceeded to blindfold and bind the heroine.  The woman was enjoying it and her passionate cries at his touch echoed through the small living room.

Lexi watched the scene unfold on screen with interest.  She felt her pussy pulse at every act the hero performed.  When the heroine screamed in orgasm, Lexi felt herself become wet.   Cheeks hot, she was noticeably panting.  Lexi didn’t register Seth’s eyes on her.  When the screen faded to black and the credits rolled, she gulped down the last of the beer.   Only then, did she realize Seth was watching her, a noticeable bulge tenting his khaki shorts.

“Wow.  Um. That was intense.”   Lexi licked her lips as she met Seth’s gaze and her eyes trailed down his body.

“Did that turn you on, Lexi?”  Seth’s voice was husky.  His finger trailed up her bare arm to her shoulder, then down along the collar of her tank top.

“To be honest, Seth, yes.”  Lexi closed her eyes, not wanting to embarrass herself further, and focused on the trail of his fingers.

“Maybe you’d like a little of that too?” 

“Um-hmmm,” Lexi realized her whole body was thrumming, her nipples were hard and aching and her sex throbbed.

Seth trailed his fingers over her nipple, slowly circling it through the cotton material.  He pulled gently at her nipple, then twisted it.  Lexi moaned.  He slid his fingers across to repeat the process to her other breast and again, Lexi moaned.  Seth bent his head down and put his hot, wet mouth over her nipple and suckled it right through her shirt.  Lexi arched her back, pushing her breasts forward.  Seth continued to tease one breast with his hand and suckle the other with his mouth.  He switched repeatedly until both of her breasts throbbed through her soaked shirt.

Lexi’s pussy trembled with every pinch, pull, tug and suckle of her breasts.  She’d heard that some women could orgasm from breast stimulation alone, but until this night, she’d not believed it.  Seth pinched her left nipple and bit her right nipple at the same exact time and Lexi screamed out as the orgasm rushed through her body.

She was a believer now.

“You are so fucking sexy, Lexi.  I can’t believe how responsive you are.”  Seth’s licked along her collarbone and up to her ear, nipping and soothing along the way.

“I…have…never… oh my God.”  Lexi’s words stumbled out of her mouth.

“You are amazing.”  Seth sucked on her neck.  “There is so much more I would love to do with you.  To see how you respond to it all.”

Lexi giggled, her orgasm high fading.  “I think I am going to like being friends with you.”

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Hope you liked!!  Please feel free to COMMENT, SHARE, RT, LIKE, etc.  

XOXO

~Jayn~

Thirsty Thursday

Jase Dean by Gilles Crofta Photography

Love that smile!

*Please do not crop watermark from image*

Welcome to Thirsty Thursday.  My hope is that by the time you've finished reading this post, you need something ice-cold to drink.  *wink* 

Today's story has been inspired by the above model, @TheJaseDean and a few of his fans that I've chatted with on Twitter.  Inspired by means that I've created a story of fiction from real people, real conversations, real-life.  The image above is by Gilles Crofta Photography.  I don't claim any rights to it.  =) 

Oh and check out Jase Dean on his Facebook page for more SIZZLING photos and a whole lot more.  ;)   Jase Dean's Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/teamdean83. 

This story is for you @Alli3Bop and @19JO79

It's a long one...and will be picked up at a later time *wink*

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Click. Click. Click.

Alex groaned.  How much longer was this going to take?  She couldn’t wait to wrap up the shoot and get back home.  A little time with her B.O.B. was needed, yet again, after a photo shoot.  What was it about these Brit guys that revved her up so badly?

Alex adjusted a light and moved some props around as Anton directed her.  She tried to keep her eyes off of the model, focusing on making a good impression or her new mentor.  She’d been a photographer’s assistant for a couple years now, but the internship with the famous Anton LaRouche was going to be her big break.  She couldn’t afford to fuck it up. 

Laughter caught her attention and she glanced over as Anton joked with the model.  Derrick James.  Alex watched the two as they smiled and Anton captured Derrick’s playful demeanor with his camera.  Anton was handsome, but Derrick, he was sinfully gorgeous.  Dark hair, smooth tanned skin, a few tattoos. Sex on a stick, as they say.  She leaned against the wall and watched the crew interact with Derrick as he flexed his smooth biceps, bulging muscles rippled and glistened. 

Oh that had been the hardest part.  Oiling up Mr. Perfect.  She had to run her hands over every inch of his delectable body.  She took twice as long as normal when her hands ran over his intricate arm tattoo and his rock hard abs, slipping over his nipples and up his thick neck.  Oiling around his broad back, over another tattoo on his left shoulder blade and down to his trim waist; her hands memorizing every muscle, sinew, and bone.  His body heat surging from her fingertips to her throbbing core.

The most torturous part?  His legs.  They were thicker than her head, and she only knew that because she’d had to bend down in front of him and oil every inch of them, her head mere inches from his shaft.  She had to sing a stupid nursery rhyme in her head, trying to rid her mind of the shameful fantasies that starred her putting her mouth on his cock.  Licking and tasting him as his oiled legs flexed and pushed his length to the back of her throat, deliciously gagging her.  And his backside was just as tempting.  She imagined taking a bite out of that fine, firm ass.

Damn.  Focus Alex.  Focus.

Shit.  Anton was calling out to her, and there she was standing in the shadows fantasizing about a model.  She brought over the towel Anton asked for and then stepped back off the set.  She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her.  She’d been around models all her life and for the past five years, had been on set.  Her dislike for models was immense.  They were usually cocky, self-absorbed, and swore they were God’s gift to ‘normal’ people like her.  They expected her to ‘put out’ simply because they were beautiful.  Sure, beautiful on the outside but shallow and black-hearted on the inside.

But, when she moved from L.A. to the U.K. things were different.  The models were pleasant and professional.  And, this guy, Derrick was even better than the others.  Not only was he sculpted like Donatello himself had laid hands on him, but he was clever, funny as hell, humble and sweet.  He had brought some delectable treats when he showed up this morning, and passed them out to the crew.  Add in that fucking hot British accent and Alex had nearly orgasmed at their introduction.

Simply put, Derrick was perfect.

When he looked at her and smiled, Alex’s stomach did a flip.  No model had ever gotten to her before.  Not any of the Americans, for sure, and although a few other Brits had stirred a spark, Derrick had ignited an inferno.  She had to get off the set before she went all fan girl on him and stripped herself naked, begging him to take her any way he wanted, right there in front of everyone.

Alex closed her eyes and giggled.  Silly girl…or chit…as they say.  He was way out of her league and she’d have to forget she ever met him after today.  Even though she’d be pouring over his orgasmic images during editing, for the next few days.  Not like she could ever forget him, truth be told.  Her body would remember long after she shut out his memory.

“Fancy lunch when we're done?”

Alex’s eyes snapped open and she turned her head toward the voice.  Derrick.  Her mouth dropped open.  He was standing there, right next to her, clad in a robe.  How the hell did he do that?  She glanced around and noticed the set being packed up.  Her eyes darted back to Derrick’s beautiful, smiling face.

Her brain went to mush, her body liquefied.  She merely nodded.

Holy shit.



To Be Continued...

Wet Wednesday

Okay, I have seen a lot of authors doing themed days and I've wanted to, but never really got into it, so I am going to try again.  I think practicing writing each day is fun and good for a writer's imagination, so here goes nothing.  Be sure to leave your comments below and link to YOUR blog if you have some stories to share...true or fiction.  *wink*

Wet Wednesday

Monique closed the door to her apartment and headed towards the stairs, her mind preoccupied by all the errands she had to do that day.  A groan echoed down the hallway and Monique stopped dead in her tracks.  She recognized that sound.  Usually she heard it coming through her bedroom wall when the guy next door had "company."  Between his groans, creaking wood and the thumps, she always found herself aching to see what was going on next door.  More times than not, she'd end up spread-eagled on her bed, eyes closed, imagining her hunky neighbor watching as she pleased herself.

Realizing she had moved towards his apartment door, Monique brought her hand up to knock, but stopped.  His door was cracked open.  His groans drifted into the hallway again and again.  She squeezed her thighs, trying to calm the storm brewing there.  She could hear water...he was probably in the shower.  She knew that she should just pull the door closed and walk away.  She knew it, but instead, she found herself pushing the door further open.

Her feet had a mind of their own, apparently taking direction from her libido instead of her brain.  She ached to see what he was doing.  Well, she had a good idea, Monique knew her imagination was quite vivid, but to actually see him...that would be amazing.  His hard body covered in soap as he ran his hands down ripped abs, over thick thighs and back up to his perfect erection.  Water rivulets running down his wide shoulders, pushing suds along his sculpted arms and chest.  How badly she wanted to trace every inch of him with her tongue right now.  If she could just slip in, unseen...

She could actually feel herself almost drooling.  She took a quick glance around the batchelor pad as her steps brought her closer to the sound of running water.  The groans had stopped.  Monique stopped dead in her tracks when Hunky yelled, "Fuck!"  Shivers ran through her body and she was instantly dripping between her thighs.  She heard the water turn off and panic set in.  She had made her way across the apartment and now she wondered if she could escape without being caught.  She pivoted on her heels and tiptoed towards the door.

"Hello Monique."

She was caught.