Here’s the blurb:

Parker Stevens has one golden rule—never mix business with pleasure. But when Melanie, his curvaceous secretary whose sultry red lips turn him to stone, announces she’s leaving him, he’s finally free to claim what he’s craved since she first sashayed into his office six years ago.

Melanie’s been in love with her charismatic boss since the beginning, and when a sudden blackout traps them in an elevator together, fantasy finally becomes reality. Parker brings her darkest desires to the fore, driving her from climax to climax. How on earth can she leave him now?

If you want to buy/read an excerpt, go to http://www.jasminejade.com/p-7793-getting-hers.aspx

To whet your appetites, here’s the blurb and a sneak peek at the actual book. Enjoy!

Excerpt – R rated!

“Congratulations,” Prince Philip said to Caine as they exited the conference chambers.

Caine reached behind him to rub the back of his neck. Every muscle in his body was stiff after sitting like a bloody rake all day. He couldn’t imagine why the prince would be congratulating him. “What makes you say that?” he asked, turning to face the other man.

“You managed not to kill King Frederick.”

Caine snorted. He had to admit it hadn’t been easy sitting in the same room as that old bastard, but the situation in Riverend had kept his mind distracted. “It’s a bad idea to invade Riverend at this stage. We’re not ready.”

“I agree. Perhaps Jacintha’s input tomorrow will help the others understand the danger we face.”

“Yes.” Jacintha knew the power of the dark witches more than anyone. She would ensure they were well protected when they entered Riverend, and Caine had a feeling that would take a few months at least.
Stopping at the bottom of the back stairwell, Caine dragged a hand through his hair. “I’m going straight to bed. Let Stavros know where I am if he asks.”

The prince nodded as he walked toward the dining hall. “Say good night to Abigail for me.”

Caine watched Philip disappear into the dining hall, then started up the stairs. At almost eleven, he assumed Abigail would already be asleep. He knew he should let her sleep, but the thought of sliding into bed beside her and waking her up with his cock was unbearably tempting.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he shook his head and dug into his pocket for the key to their chambers. Perhaps it was best if Abigail was fast asleep. Since he’d found her crying the other night, he’d made a huge effort to make her happy. But as he laughed with her and made love to her, he was constantly faced with the dominant urges he was growing so tired of fighting.

He stopped outside their door and turned the gold key in the lock. The door creaked open, and he stepped inside, his eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness. He slipped out of his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair before moving farther into the room.

A sharp inhale caught his ear, and his steps quickened. He strode through the narrow walkway, past the small seating area and turned the corner to face the large four-poster bed. Abigail lay sprawled on the satin sheets, her dark curls fanned out on the white pillow.

Moonlight streaked through the paned windows, reflecting off her pale skin and making it glow. She was completely naked, and her legs were spread wide. One delicate hand squeezed her breasts while the other covered her mound. Her lips were parted, and her eyes were closed in an expression of pure bliss as she worked her fingers in and out of her cunt. The musky scent of her arousal hit him with the force of a hard blow.

Fuck.

He never took his eyes off her sweet body as he got to work on his clothes, unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it on the floor. He kicked off his boots and unbuckled his belt. When his trousers fell around his ankles, he gripped his cock in his hand and began to pump up and down.

He’d never watched her pleasure herself before, and the sight proved more than stimulating. Her little whimpers of delight filled his ears and had blood surging to his cock. The lift of her hips and the light bounce of her breasts made his balls ache. He must have groaned his desire, because her finger stilled suddenly, and she sat up on the bed.

“Caine?” she whispered breathlessly, her eyes focusing in the dark. She rose onto her knees, and he salivated at how red and juicy her nipples appeared against the pale flesh of her breasts. Damn, he wanted to suck them into his mouth.

He didn’t have a chance to linger on that thought. The heat of her skin suddenly burned into his as she sprang at him, wilder than any forest animal he’d ever encountered. Her feet dug into his thighs as she climbed up his body. Her breasts flattened against his bare chest, and the silky wetness of her pussy slid along his cock.

“Abigail,” he groaned, holding her at the hips. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her quite this aroused. “What happened, sweetheart?”

She dug her nails into his shoulders and ground against his arousal, letting out a small cry when the tiny nub of her clit grazed him. “I can’t wait, Caine,” she whimpered, running her tongue along his jawline. “I need you inside me now. Please, Caine. Please.”

Today I’m giving much deserved pimpage to one of my critique partners, Dee Carney. Soldier released from Cobblestone Press on Friday, and from what I’ve seen it’s a cracking read.

Here’s the blurb to whet your appetite:

Nicholas is dead. He knows it. To his astonishment, he awakens to find himself in a place similar to his ravaged home. In this new place, Anna comes to his rescue and he finds himself quickly falling for her.

Just as he begins to gain her trust, he is thrust back into his own time where he is forced to resume his life as a Soldier. Now against unbidden forces, he struggles to find a way to stay in her time and gain her trust. Will his love be enough to keep them together?

Read an excerpt here.
Buy here.