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Saturday, May 23, 2015

~ Release Day for Forever Branded by Jessa Eden ~

Forever Branded

Jessa Eden

May 23, 2015

Blurb

Marla was my first.
For everything.
I’d loved her so hard, I’d come apart at the seams when she left me.
I’ve never been the same since.
Now, I just wanted to punish her.
~Beau Shepard, ex-hockey player, turned real estate billionaire

Beau was the love of my life.
We met at eighteen and thought we would be together always.
Then we were ripped apart.
It didn’t matter.
There are no statute of limitations on love.
He was branded on my soul.
Forever.
~Marla Matthews, salon owner and kick-ass single mom

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Excerpt

The Ache of Beau Shepard

Geesh, it seems like time flies when a story is pouring out of me! I am in awe of how this story came together and am very excited to invite you into the world of Marla Matthews and Beau Shepard.

They have been chomping at the bit, ready for me to tell their story, which is a weave of past and present. Forever Branded is a tale of love enduring when all hope is lost. Told from Marla and Beau’s perspective, this story will suck you in and let you dive into all the juicy details and secrets revealed! Check out the excerpt below!
Happy Reading!
~Jessa Eden
Enjoy this morsel of Marla and Beau’s story and check out Forever Branded available May 23rd or pre-order now.
Beau:
Life had offered me a pretty sweet ride. I had money, status and privilege. It bought me whatever I wanted, excused any indiscretion and included me in a VIP world.
But I didn’t give a shit.
None of it really mattered.
I’d lived for years in a fog after Marla broke up with me only to resurface when I had a car accident. It cost me my hockey career, my leg shattering as I wrapped my Ferrari F50 around a tree.
I was lucky to walk after that.
Having a near death experience scared me enough to straighten out my life.
I cut out the heavy partying and channeled my energy into becoming a workaholic and a fuckaholic. When I wasn’t at the office or working out, I was screwing every hot woman in Baltimore, trying to get Marla out of my head.
I could still remember how her soft skin tasted, the breathy, pitched moans she made as we went at it. It haunted me at times, even in the middle of a great fuck.
Marla was my first.
For everything.
I’d loved her so hard, I’d come apart at the seams when she left me.
I’d never been the same since.
Now, I just wanted to punish her.
Especially after seeing her at that party.
After all these years, she still took my breath away as she stood there wide-eyed. My blood ran hot and I wanted to make her squeal like the naughty girl she was hiding under that modest black dress she wore.
A rush of dirty flashbacks ran through my mind, mostly of her opening wide and welcoming me in. I had to control my first instinct to run over, scoop her up and lay a hard kiss on her sweet, lush mouth.
I had never gotten over her.
I knew it. I lived with it.
I should have been able to let her go and move on.
But she became ground zero for me when she blasted a hole the size of Texas in my heart. For now, I would settle for fucking her up, the way she had so easily done to me.
After I left the party and dumped the disappointed red-head back at her apartment, I sped off in my bright blue Bugatti Veyron as I high-tailed it across town. I had better things to do than waste my time dealing with her shit anyway. She was starting to look at me like we were more than fuck buddies.
We weren’t ever going to be more than that.
I would never trust a woman, again.
Not worth it.
I headed back to the Gators headquarters, where I conducted most of my business. Located in a high-rise, I keyed in my code and made my way up to the fifty-second floor in my private elevator.
As I set foot into the Gators office, everybody perked up.
The boss was in.
I passed a couple of women smiling in my direction, while men nodded in respect, through the glass plated walls of their offices.
Power was good.
Walking into my spacious office that overlooked the scenic ocean front, I was determined to dig up dirt on Marla. I had a million other projects that demanded my attention, but I didn’t care.
“Get Mitch on the phone for me, Donna,” I said to my secretary, taking off my jacket and throwing it on one of the leather high back chairs in front of my desk.
“You got it. Want some coffee?” she asked as I paced back and forth, trying to get ahold of myself.
Marla had me all whipped up. I could barely think straight.
“Sure.” I ran my hand through my hair, trying to settle my jets, wondering why that girl always got under my skin.
Donna brought me a cup of Joe, moseying in like she had all the time in the world. She was in her mid-fifties, with her red hair in a French twist, dressed like she was Peggy on the show Mad Men. She wasn’t crazy about technology, but she was the best damn secretary I could ask for —sharp as a tack, didn’t miss much, and she kept things running smoothly. Just what I liked.
“What’s got you all worked up?” she asked as she watched me pace.
“You don’t want to know.”
“Mm-hmm,” she said, studying me with her perceptive light blue gaze “I bet it’s a woman.”
“It might be…but you’ll never know.”
“Smart ass.”
I grinned. “You always keep it real, Donna.”
“Someone has to,” she shot back with a grin, turning around and heading toward the front of the office. A couple of seconds later, she shouted, “Mitch on line one,” as I grabbed the phone and sat down behind my big mahogany desk.
“What do you need?” my head of security asked as soon as he heard my voice.
“I need you to do some research for me.”
“On who?”
“Marla Matthews. I want everything on her. Leave no stone unturned.”
“Got it boss.”
I slammed down the phone and sat back in my black leather office chair. I lit a cigar, put my feet on my desk and thought about what had just happened.
God-damn Marla Matthews.
Still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
Curvy, sensuous, and hot.
She still had it, after all these years.
Twenty-two god-damn years.
I figured she’d be married with two kids by now.
But she’d been at the party all by herself.
Why?
It didn’t make sense.
I needed to know why she wasn’t married and being taken care of by another man. My gut clenched as I thought about the last time I saw her. She said some horrible things that I would never forgive her for.
I had been completely fooled by her innocent do-gooder act. But underneath her sweet veneer was a heartless woman who didn’t give a shit about anyone.
Least of all, me.
When I’d lived in Toronto, it been easier to put her into the back of my mind. Granted, I had been fucked up for many years, but still, I couldn’t see her because she was thousands of miles away.
But, here in Baltimore, it was hard to resist the temptation of knowing her every move. I could almost breathe her in here. No matter where I went.
I knew I would run into her sooner or later. Still, it had been a shock to my system, seeing her stare at me, like she was seeing a ghost.
FUCK! I couldn’t believe I still wanted to know what was going on in her life. It tore me up and I hated that she brought out so much emotion in me.
It hadn’t always been like that.
My first impression of Marla, when I saw her in the library all those years ago was that she was pretty, but a stick in the mud. She was a little frumpy in her overalls and plaid shirt.
Then she got all feisty with me when I showed no interest in that stupid paper on Jane Eyre for that damn Honors English class my dad pushed me into. Her big, brown doe eyes had flashed with anger when I called her boring.
Most girls would have twirled their hair and tried to win me over with a giggle and a smile.
Not Marla.
With tears in her eyes, she told me off without a second thought. So much passion in each word as she angrily picked up her notebook off the library table.
Whoa. She had all of my attention as she stalked off, while I sat back, wondering who she was.
How had I not noticed her before?
The sweet, brown eyes?
The long lashes that gave her an innocent, come-hither stare?
And that backside.
Heart-shaped.
Generous.
Hips for days.

Damn, I got a woody just watching her walk away.

Author Bio

Over the last couple of years, writing has become a passion of mine. I pour my heart into each one of my stories, letting my characters go wherever they dare to venture. They often surprise and amuse me. I revel in exploring the human condition through the art of storytelling.
Nothing gives me more pleasure than drawing you into a world of emotional connection, compelling characters and hopeful adventure, complete with sizzle and sensuality. My goal is to leave you breathless and panting for more...

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Sunday, November 23, 2014

~ BLOG TOUR for The Micah and Emma Series by Jessa Eden ~

The Micah and Emma Series
by Jessa Eden
Micah, the fiece falls hard for Emma, the brave
Release Day: November 1

Synopsis:

What follows is an adventure that will change their lives forever. Packed with raw emotion, heartbreak, deception, hope, redemption and love, this 7 part series will pull you under into the delicious world of Micah and Emma.

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I didn't do love or relationships. I didn't need anyone. But, my dick loved the ladies. I always had plenty of beautiful women throwing themselves at me. What can I say? Being a professional athlete came with lots of perks. Sex being the best kind of perk. I figured each one night stand got a story about sleeping with Micah Turner and I got laid. Simple and uncomplicated. No emotion. No connection. No baggage. I was my own man, content to stay that way. Until I met Emma Matthews—hot, curvy, and so sweet I wanted to eat her up. She rocked my world and turned it upside down. She made me feel things I never thought possible. What the hell was I going to do with her?

~Micah Turner

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I wanted love in my life. Mad passion. Aching tenderness. True partnership. I knew adoring a man was a beautiful and messy ordeal, but I craved all of the highs and lows of letting someone into my life. But, where, oh where to find such a man? I didn't have time to search for the right guy as I was too busy with the salon I owned with my sister, Marla. So, fate decided to drop Micah Turner into my lap one night. Wowzer. With one smoldering stare, he hooked me, line and sinker. He saw something in me that made me want to take a chance and be bold for once in my life. Oh, I was so brave with him. He looked tough, but I was able to see past his gruff exterior and recognize his flawed humanity, scarred heart and raw soulfulness. He was the entire package...except his inability to stay connected to another human being. He feared intimacy. I loved it. He didn't know shit about love or relationships and it showed. If he wanted a real relationship with me, he was going to have to work his butt off. ~Emma Matthews

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*~* MY REVIEW *~*

This story of Micah and Emma was a great one to be told. They are both so passionate in their own way. 

Emma was a young innocent teacher that felt like she needed more in her life to feel complete. She missed her sister that loved hours away and felt like there was more out there. After declining to renew her contract with her teaching job she moved in with her sister and started her new life. Can she feel hole here and find what she really needs?

Micah is the sexy but hot headed hockey player from Texas looking for nothing but a good time and a great career. After being traded to a team far from Texas and what is familiar to him he is left feeling alone and lost. Although Micah was a bit used to being alone he was not prepared for what would take place when he settled into his new home. 

These two are not what you expect when you move throughout this book.. Emma becomes the hot sex kitten and Micah the sensitive love God. This book had my emotions up and down but I love that about a book. You will cry, be mad, and fall in love. Five heartfelt stars have been granted :)

Buy Links:

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Excerpt:

Micah:

Standing on the side of a lonely hill in East Texas, I picked up some dirt and threw it on the grave, trying to keep my emotions in check. Relief and disappointment flooded me as they lowered her into the ground.

I was alone, now...completely and totally.

It was not like I wasn’t used to being by myself, but the last person I shared blood with was now lying in the ground. It was a funny feeling to realize I was the last of my line.

It wasn’t a very distinguished family tree; in fact, good riddance to most of them, but this loss bothered me more than I cared to admit. I didn’t think I ever really understood what it meant to be a part of a family, and now, I never would.

Hold up, time out.

What was that?

Did I just hear you sighing, “Ahhh, poor guy. He doesn't have a family?”

Don't get sappy on me.

You've got it all wrong.

I wasn't looking to be part of some big, happy family where everybody was in each other's business. People made things messy. I wasn't interested in messy. That was why I played by my own rules. Life was much simpler that way.

I walked back down to my Silver Porsche 918 Spyder, jumped in and tore out of the cemetery. I couldn't get out of there quick enough. That place reminded me I wouldn't live forever. I wasn't about to dwell on that little fact.

Heading back toward the city, the wind whipped through my open window. The hot, sticky Dallas air cooled a bit as the sun receded below the horizon.

I shifted into fifth gear, trying to shake the restlessness gnawing at me. It had yet to be named, but burned in my chest all the same.

The right thing to do was to head back to my loft and crash as I had an early morning practice the next day. But I was too agitated to sleep. I needed a distraction.

Before I knew it, I found myself at one of my favorite hotel bars. It was a familiar place that allowed me to unwind after a hard day. The aroma of cedar smoke drifted over me as I sauntered through the bar.

There was always a group of old men who sat together in the back room and reminisced about the good old days. They laughed uproariously at each other's stories while puffing on expensive cigars. The high life.

I bellied up to the bar and took a seat on the end so I could watch the hockey game. I loosened up my tie and ordered a scotch.

I contemplated the day's sad event as I settled into a high back barstool. I had been the only one to attend my grandmother's funeral. Eve, as she preferred to be called, had finally passed after a long bout of emphysema.

We had never been close. She was as crusty as stale bread and had never shown much maternal instinct, especially to her kid’s mistake.

But that hadn't stopped me from moving her into a nursing home near my loft and paying a load of cash so she received the best care available.

Besides that, I stopped in to see her on Christmas and Easter. I would bring her a box of Godiva chocolates, which she never ate. She'd glanced indifferently at the box, and over the whirl of her oxygen tank, she'd say in that raspy voice of hers, “Thanks, kid. Gotta cigarette?”

I'd shake my head no and she'd say, “Too bad. I really need one.”

And that was the extent of our relationship.

Despite my grandmother's negligence, I had grown up, carved out a successful career, and had more money than I could ever spend in a lifetime.

I didn't need anybody.

I took another sip of my scotch, feeling its burn run down my throat.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a leggy blonde take a seat close to me at the bar. She ordered a Cosmopolitan and turned her attention my way. I could feel her eyes drinking me in as she wondered which pick-up line to use.

I wasn’t really in the mood after the day I’d had, but I was never one to turn away a willing woman. She must have sensed a direct approach was best and addressed me.

“You’re Micah Turner, aren’t you...the hockey player?” She turned toward me, her bright smile reminding me of a game show host's.

I soaked her in as I stared boldly at her body. Her long, gorgeous legs led up to a decent figure that was bound in a tight, short, red dress. She looked pulled together, polished in that plastic kind of way with her makeup and long, blonde curly hair a little too perfect.

“Yeah, that’s me,” I said slowly, giving her an appreciative stare.

Her blue steel gaze glinted in the way a hunter zeroes in on her prey. “That was quite a game you had against Minnesota.” She paused, contemplating her next move. “I enjoyed watching you work up a sweat.”

She was pouring it on thick. “Mm-hmm,” I mumbled into my scotch as I turned my attention back to the hockey game on the flat screen TV. I wasn't going to make this too easy for her.

I saw her lift from her seat and drape herself onto the stool next to mine. She was wearing one of those cloying floral perfumes I detested, but I smiled at her anyway.

Her hand found my knee, while her long, red fingertips gripped my thigh. Her eyes lit up with another seductive gleam, stalking me. “You wanna work my corners, tonight?” Her voice oozed with innuendo.

I entertained her offer as her hand rubbed up and down my thigh. I had a shitty day, and burying myself inside a willing woman might just be the release I needed.

She was a decent distraction.

She would do.

I undressed her with my eyes. “Yeah, baby. I'll work your corners. I'll work you hard and rough until you're begging me to stop.”

She swallowed hard, absorbing my words as her eyes grew bright with erotic excitement. “I like it rough.” Her manicured hand dovetailed into my crotch. “That's a meaty cock you've got there,” she breathed out as her flawless face grew close to mine.

I smiled, letting my wicked charm work its magic. “I'll take you on a long, hot ride on my dick. Is that what you want?”

She nodded as her eyes half-closed in desire. I suggested we head up to my hotel room and she eagerly agreed. I had an arrangement with the hotel and kept a suite for such occasions.

As we moved across the hotel lobby, I put my hand on the small of her back, leading her toward the elevator. Women loved chivalrous shit liked that. It made them prime pickings.

As we waited for the elevator, she glanced up at me, stars in her eyes. Ah, she was playing the innocent. I could already feel her trying to get her hooks into me. No way, no how.

We entered the empty elevator and I hit the tenth floor button. The familiar ding of the doors closing rang out, calling me to move. I stepped in front of her quickly, my hand shooting up and palming the side of her cheek as I brought her face close to mine.

I held there for a moment, letting her know I was in charge and we were playing things my way. Her hand ran along my side, giving consent to what was about to happen.

“You ready, baby? You gonna give it up?”

“Yes.” She wagged her head back and forth quickly.

She was mine now, at least for the next hour.

My lips fell on hers, demanding submission. Ravishing her red-glossed lips, I plunged my tongue deeply into her mouth as I threw her against the railing, lifting her leg and ramming my hips into hers.

She gasped in surprise, but came back at me like the tiger she was. She wrapped her arms around my back, throwing her modest tits against my chest as she ground her pussy into my dick, letting me know she had played this game before.

Not so innocent after all.

I possessed her mouth entirely, not letting her up for air as my tongue fucked her mouth roughly. I worked her overtime as my hand slid around to the back of her neck; my other hand kept her hips intimate with mine.

She moaned breathlessly as we made out, my cock responding to the sexy sounds she made in the back of her throat.

I loved the game of getting a woman into bed....

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Saturday, November 1, 2014

~ RELEASE DAY LAUNCH of Micah and Emma Box Set by Jessa Eden ~