Guest Post on Spicy Scenes by Jenna Jaxon

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Well, this topic seems rather apropos, as almost all of my books are spicy at about the 4-4.5 level (I guess depending on who’s reading it). And I have to say, As Long As You’re Mine may have a record number of love/sex scenes of all the books I’ve written, mainly because in the very first chapter my hero and heroine are in bed together. So they literally have the entire novel to have sex in. I even toyed with the idea of taking one of the love scenes out, even though I liked it a lot, because I thought there might be too much sex. But in the end, I left it in and I think readers will find it one of the sexier of the H/h’s encounters.

This doesn’t always happen in my books, however. In my second novel, Only Scandal Will Do, it’s an enemies-to-lovers trope, and the heroine hates the hero so much they don’t actually share a bed until three-quarters of the way through the book. And I believe, depending on the characters and the circumstances, the slow burn can be every bit as thrilling and sexy as the actual sex scenes. Because we all know sex just for sex’s sake doesn’t make for a very satisfying romance. The characters have to develop their relationship and use the sex scenes to further the relationship, not just for titillation. And in As Long As You’re Mine, the characters actually use sex as a way to get to know one another, to show that they care for one another, and have a good time into the bargain.

Now as to just how hot historical romance sex scenes can get, well, I can tell you mine do get pretty steamy. The language isn’t contemporary, but there are period appropriate words that leave the reader with nothing to the imagination about what’s going on on the page and in the bed—or chair—or table. In one of my books the couple got inventive with a jar of honeyed pears!

Just remember, there’s nothing new under the sun, including sexual positions, sexual preferences, and sexual prowess. Historically, gentlemen were told by physicians that in order for a woman to conceive she had to have an orgasm, so they were often very diligent about pleasing their wives.

And historical romance authors take full advantage of that piece of medical advice!

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A scandalous mistake…or a wicked way to happiness?

Hoping to compromise herself, Lady Amantha Easton sneaks into the bedroom of her would-be suitor only to find a total stranger there—a totally handsome, charming stranger to be sure—but not at all the man she plans to marry. She leaves his room with her reputation intact—barely—only to fall victim to the gentleman’s charms in a public place. Now Amantha must face the fate she’s tried to avoid—marriage to a man who will never love her.

All Rafael Beauregard wanted was a warm bed and a good night’s sleep…but what he got was an unexpected romp with a beautiful vixen and a fiery kiss that left him wanting more. An excellent trade, except now he’s got to marry Lady Amantha, one of the most willful women he’s ever met. So Rafe’s challenge is to persuade her that marriage to him might be the best thing for them both…once he convinces himself.

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GS54DPYB/

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Excerpt:

“What is it, love? What’s wrong?”

“Father,” was all she could get out at first.

“You went to see him? He didn’t agree to grant your request?”

Amantha nodded and sniffed. Rafe reached into his breast pocket and produced a handkerchief. “He g…gave me a choice. Marry you or…or be put in p…prison.”

“Prison!” What kind of monster would threaten his own daughter with prison? And what kind of power did such a man wield? “He’s going to send you to Newgate? On whose authority?”

“His own authority.” She wiped her eyes and nose then clenched the square of linen in her fist. “And not Newgate. Not a real prison. But he will turn his northernmost property, Woolston Lodge in Northumberland, into a prison. He will send me there tomorrow, with no clothes and no friends, just a jailor and armed guards for the rest of my life.” Tears threatened again and Rafe pulled her head back to his shoulder.

“Shh, love. Don’t think about it. We won’t let that happen, will we?” She shook her head and nestled deeper. The small movement of acquiescence shot straight to his heart. He could fix this. “I am afraid, though, that I’m going to have to change my mind about our marriage.”

She sat bolt upright, terror widening her eyes as she stared at him.

Damn. He hadn’t meant to frighten her even more. His own fault for drinking that second brandy.

“Shhh.” He ran a gentle thumb down her delicate jaw line, cupping her chin and pulling her face close enough that she had to look into his eyes. “Amantha, I just meant I now want to marry you more than anything in the world.”

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author imageAUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jenna Jaxon is a best-selling author of historical romance, writing in a variety of time periods because she believes that passion is timeless. She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, Jenna has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all these elements into her own stories.

She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets–including Olive, an almost silent cat, Earl Grey, a very curious bunny, and a Shar-pei mix dog named Frenchie.

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New Release: Polar Night – A Contemporary RH/WhyChoose Romance

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Hi everyone,

I cannot begin to tell you how thrilled I am to be writing this. Finally, FINALLY, after over a year, I am releasing another book! For various reasons, personal and professional, this book has taken an age to write. But, after a ton of hard work, I am delighted to be launching it today. Polar Night has truly been a labour of love, and I really hope you’ll check it out. It’s a contemporary reverse harem/whychoose romance with very spicy scenes. It will only be available on Amazon for the first 90 days, and for this time it will also be in Kindle Unlimited. So for those of you who subscribe, please ensure you add it to your list ASAP, because after the 90 days are up, it will be removed from the KU platform and I will be uploading to all the other retailers. I don’t want you to miss out! And now here’s the skinny:

Blurb:

Following her divorce, Amber leaves everything she knows and loves behind to take a job in Finland. But will her Arctic adventure heal her, or break her?

Amber Lowe has had enough. Her divorce might have been amicable, but the aftermath certainly hasn’t been. The stares and sympathy from the other residents in her small Derbyshire town are driving Amber crazy. Her ex, Jesse, moving on at the speed of light hasn’t helped – and the final nail in the coffin is discovering his new partner is pregnant.

Taking matters into her own hands, Amber hits up job websites and discovers something that’s perfect for her, but so far out of her comfort zone it’s ridiculous. She soon finds herself deep inside the Arctic Circle with a new job, a new home, new bosses, and a bunch of new colleagues.

Amber’s not looking for romantic entanglements – casual or otherwise. But it seems the universe has other ideas. Has she got what it takes to embrace new possibilities, or is her adventure over before it’s barely begun?

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Excerpt:

Prologue

Amber Lowe tilted her head back to enjoy the sun’s rays on her face as she walked arm in arm with her mother down the pedestrianised high street of their pretty Derbyshire market town. It was a busy Saturday afternoon in early September, and the two women had been shopping for cards and presents for Amber’s father, Nigel, and her brother, David, who both had birthdays in October. It had been a successful trip, punctuated by a leisurely and very enjoyable lunch stop in their favourite cafe, and now they were headed home. Amber let out a contented sigh.

Her mother, Elaine, tensed, squeezing Amber’s arm into her side as she did so. “You all right, love?”

She righted her head and looked to her mother with a smile. “I’m fine, Mum. Just enjoying the warm sun on my face. Soaking up some vitamin D. Who knows how much more of this glorious weather we’ll get? It’s almost October, remember?”

“How could I forget?” Elaine replied, lifting the hand carrying the shopping bags and giving it a jiggle, before rolling her eyes. “The curse of the two most important men in your life having birthdays within days of each other. Inconsiderate of them, if you ask me.”

Amber raised her eyebrows. “I don’t mean to be indelicate, Mum, but while you had nothing whatsoever to do with when Dad’s birthday is, you are at least fifty percent responsible for when David’s is.”

“I resent that comment,” Elaine said with a sniff and a toss of her head. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m only about twenty percent responsible. The other thirty I lay firmly at the door of the bottle of white wine your dad and I quaffed on our date night while you were staying with your gran and grandad. The first one we’d shared since you were born, I might add. I’m just glad I can remember what happened afterwards. It was glorious.” Her eyes lost focus, and a dreamy expression took over her face.

“Ugh, Mum!” Amber pulled her arm out from her mother’s, wrinkling her nose. “Too much information. Way too much. I do not want to know about yours and Dad’s sex life, and my brother’s conception.”

Elaine snickered and slipped her arm back into Amber’s. “Oh, don’t be such a prude. You’re a grown woman. Anyway, you’re the one who started being ‘indelicate’, as you put it. You know perfectly well how babies are m—” She stopped abruptly, her eyes widening as something behind Amber caught her attention. “Oh!” she said, so loudly and exaggeratedly that Amber immediately smelt a rat. “Come on, love, I just remembered—”

“What is it, Mum?” She tried to turn around to see what had prompted such an extreme reaction, but Elaine clamped her arm fiercely and all but dragged her down the street. “Ow! Hey, what the—? Mum! What are you doing, you crazy woman? Let go!” She stood her ground, despite being aware they were probably making a bit of a scene.

“No.” Her mother held on and continued trying to propel Amber in the direction of the car park, succeeding only in moving the two of them a handful of steps. People were beginning to stare, and understandably so. “Trust me, you don’t need to see this.”

“See what?” she asked, but even as the words exited her mouth, her brain cottoned on to the likely culprit of her mother’s sudden panic and resultant hurry to leave. She groaned, and her stomach lurched uncomfortably. “Oh, for Christ’s sake. It’s him, isn’t it?”

Elaine didn’t need to say a word. Her flushed cheeks and the way she’d pinched her bottom lip between her teeth told Amber everything she needed to know.

Amber swallowed and pushed out her next words with considerable effort, her entire body starting to go lax as defeat seeped through her. “A-and her?”

Her mother nodded. The fact her daughter now knew the thing she’d been trying to hide didn’t seem to have lessened her concern any. Anxiety was etched deeply into the features so similar to her own. “Afraid so, love. Come on, we’re almost at the car park. Let’s go back to mine and we’ll have a nice cup of tea. I’ve got some lovely lemon drizzle cake, too.”

Amber didn’t move. “Ugh, I hate this, Mum. I’m twenty-eight years old, and being protected from seeing my ex-husband in our local town.” She sighed, most definitely not contentedly this time, her heart rate increasing as defeat turned to irritation. “It’s ridiculous. We split up so amicably to begin with, it wouldn’t have been that much of a problem to bump into him, especially once we got all the uncomfortable legalities out of the way. But the moment he shacked up with her, despite insisting there was no one else involved in his reasons for wanting to separate, everything changed.”

Elaine’s eyes swum with empathy, even as she continued to edge them along the road. “I know, love. It’s awful.”

“People went from sympathetic to full-on pitying. Like I was an idiot for not realising there was someone else.”

“We don’t know there was,” her mother put in, shaking her head“Not at the time.”

“No, not for sure. But come on, it was so quick. How do you make the transition from a long-term relationship and marriage to meeting someone new and getting into another relationship just like that?” She snapped her fingers on the ‘that’. “Either way, it makes me look like a complete moron. A doormat. I’m so sick of the sad faces, the stares, the questions. We’ve been separated for well over a year, officially divorced for however many months. I bet they don’t ask him about me. He’s allowed to move on, so why aren’t I? Why do I have to keep being reminded of my failed marriage, as though it’s the only thing that defines me as a person? Is it because I don’t have anyone else—not that I want anyone—or because I’m a woman? Bloody double standards.”

Elaine’s gaze darted over Amber’s shoulder, then back to her face. The earlier flush in the older woman’s cheeks had all but leached away, and she was now looking decidedly pale.

The cold hand of dread took Amber’s stomach in its grip. Oh God. That can’t be good. “W-what is it, Mum?” She stumbled, warring with the urge to look behind her and see precisely what was causing her mother’s reaction.

Elaine swallowed hard, closed her eyes for a second, then said, “It gets worse.”

Amber’s heart skipped a beat. “Worse? How the hell does it get worse?”

The words came out on a pained whisper. “She’s pregnant.”

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I really hope you’ll check this book out. Please tell all your RH/whychoose-loving friends. Spread the word. It’s been so long since I released a book, people have probably forgotten about me – so any help you can give is so, so useful (and I’m incredibly grateful). Oh, and for those of you who prefer paperback – it’s coming. I’m working on it and will get it sorted as soon as I possibly can. Bear with me!

Happy Reading!
Lucy x

Witchy Woman (Vampire Quest – Book One) by Tina Donahue

Witchy Woman - Book 1 Vampire QuestBlurb:

A witch who’s ditched sorcery…a down-on-his-luck vampire…

and one fateful encounter between them that could be pure magic.

Bored with getting whatever she wants whenever she wants it, Wren’s now earning things the mortal way — through hard work… specifically erotic dancing.

As a newly turned vampire, Roman dreads eternity until he chances upon Wren at a Las Vegas strip club during her nightly show.

Desire sparks. Lips meet.

Trouble brews from the vamp who turned Roman, and also from the vile warlock who’s determined to make Wren his…forcing her and Roman to battle dark magic and blood lust to turn a disturbing future into their shared paradise.

As they embark on their Vampire Quest.

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WREN

Easy, cowboy.

I grip his hand, keeping him from tilting my head to expose my neck.

Knowing what he wants, I’m not about to give it to him. Like most men—possibly all—he needs to learn some manners, self-control, and think of others besides himself.

I’m up to the task, liking what I’ve experienced with him so far.

I press my lips to his. They’re softer than I guessed. Warmer, too, considering he’s a vamp. And his scent… Wow. Something fresh, clean, and aquatic. Partly cologne. Mainly him.

Excitement bubbles up. I don’t deny it.

My pussy creams at his bristly cheeks. I like how he holds me. Firmly, like he means business, yet respectfully, too, no longer wanting to suck me dry.

I can live with that. To be honest, I crave it.

Deep down, I must be a hopeless romantic.

His self-control doesn’t hurt matters, while the previous pain and longing in his eyes touches me in ways I understand better than he likely knows. It’s also the reason I suck his tongue into my mouth and rub my ass against his stiffened cock.

Damn, he’s hard.

I tremble at the promise of his dick pleasuring, using, owning me, when I shouldn’t. Behaving like this, especially at work, isn’t my thing. Except, he’s a kindred soul, hating eternity as much as I do.

How could I pass that up?

He dips me to the right and cradles my boob.

Ah. Pleasure rolls through me, awakening need I’ve denied. I surrender all caution to the faint pulse beating within my passage and to my aching clit. It wants more of his kiss.

He angles his head and dips his tongue deeper into my mouth.

Slavishly, I suckle and taste him as much as I can, enjoying his flavor…something mystical and required, like a breath or a heartbeat. Whether that’s the vampire in him, I don’t know or care. His skilled touch proves he hasn’t been a virgin for quite a while. I’m guessing he’s in his late twenties…totally in his prime.

He pulls his mouth free and sucks my earlobe.

It tickles. I giggle.

He gathers me as close as possible, his face in my hair, his muscles tense either from passion, the pain of controlling himself, or both.

Damn, I want to hurt whoever turned him and stole his joy. Deep down, I sense he didn’t have a say in what he became any more than I did being born a witch. By human standards, I’m only twenty-three and already bored shitless with each new, never-ending day in my eternal existence.

Magic’s cool when it’s a fresh experience, mainly during my toddler years. Afterward, every spell’s the same old, same old.

I can conjure any material thing I want, which leaves nothing to strive for. Especially the important stuff…like love. Without breaking a sweat, I can put a spell on a man to adore me, but his devotion won’t be real. I can concoct a potion to fill me with whatever knowledge I want then get a high-powered job I don’t deserve.

Magic isn’t awesome. It’s a fucking curse.

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Tina Donahue Picture ColorAbout Tina:

Tina’s an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.

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New Release Comic Memoir – More Manchester Than Mongolia by Jacqueline Lambert

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Blurb:

THE COMIC MEMOIR OF A GRAND PLAN GONE WRONG!

WINNER: Readers’ Favorite 5* Seal 2025

“I haven’t laughed so much at the written word since Pam Ayres released Some of Me Poetry in 1976!” Drew Johnson, author of the Andalucian Adventures series

When Jackie and Mark bought The Beast, a vintage, six-wheel army lorry sight unseen off the internet, they planned the ultimate overland adventure to Mongolia with their four dogs. But when COVID-19 slammed shut international borders – it abruptly rerouted their dream.

Stranded in the U.K., they tackle life on the road in a home-built truck camper laughably over-engineered for the quaint English countryside. What follows is a laugh-out-loud British road trip, filled with mishaps, mechanical mayhem – and the hidden marvels of their homeland.

Blending true travel tales with dogs, wit, and heart, More Manchester than Mongolia is a celebration of embracing life when it doesn’t go to plan. Perfect for fans of Bill Bryson, Tony Hawks, and Mark Wallington, this is a funny, feel-good memoir of resilience, rediscovery, and finding that sometimes, the best adventures are the ones we never intended to take.

More Manchester than Mongolia has already received multiple 5* ARC reviews and was awarded a Readers’ Favorite 5* seal.

Amazon Universal Buy Link: https://mybook.to/Manchester

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Excerpt:

(Victoria) made me a cup of tea and asked where we might stay that night.

“We’ve no idea!” I replied.

“Hebden Bridge is lovely,” she said.

So we went there.

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‘Lovely’ is certainly not how Sir Bernard Ingham, former Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher’s press secretary, described his hometown.

In his column in The Hebden Bridge Times, he declared it tantamount to Sodom and Gomorrah…

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However, in 2011, British Airways’ High Life magazine named Hebden Bridge the fourth quirkiest town in the world!

Hebden Bridge boasts even more cafés per head of population than it does beardy blokes with straggly ponytails or man buns. It prides itself on its range of independent shops. So, if you’re running low on anything handmade, eco-friendly, renewable, sustainable, or farm fresh, HB is your baby. Likewise, if you want to workshop your inner wizard, discover your wild woman within, or line dance with your ancestors before you stock up on fair-trade fridge magnets and ethical ear muffs crafted from locally foraged lichen, squirrel poo, and repurposed barbed wire, this is the place to come.

I once heard about a woman in Barrow-in-Furness who offered rebirthing. Armed only with some drainpipes and a tin of castor oil, she’d pop you in at one end, and leave you to work your way through. Then, she’d slap you on the bum, give you a spoon of castor oil, and you were reborn.

In Hebden Bridge, she’d fit right in.

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Author Jacqueline Lambert with The Beast, husband & DogsAuthor Bio:

Jacqueline Lambert lives life outside her comfort zone.

A real-life adventurer, she has climbed, slid down, or thrown herself off six of the seven continents.

Since quitting work in 2016, she has been a permanent nomad.

Her award-winning road trip memoirs document her adventures, which involve history, culture, dogs, and more recently – a huge truck.

Her stories are funny, fearless, and uncensored, and her dearest wish it to inspire others to live their dreams – or join her on an unconventional armchair journey.

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