WELCOME

November 2008

Hey everyone, remember me? I know I’ve been absent for a couple of months, but real life was kicking me in the behind and I needed time to catch up. I was lucky enough to spend a couple of days with Lena and her family in October to celebrate her birthday. I am now revived and ready to get back to work.

As to that, I have an exciting announcement. I will be launching a new updated website in December. Although I loved my old site, I was becoming bored with it and Jacque, my wonderful Web Mistress was able to finally find something that clicked with me. So check it out and let me know what you think.

For those of you not aware, Ellora's Cave is making some changes to their website and effective December 1st everything will be on the Jasmine-Jade site located at http://www.jasminejade.com/default.aspx

AVAILABLE NOW IN PRINT

My Halloween story, Tricks and Treats – Hankie Pankie is now available in print as part of the Taboo Treats anthology at Ellora’s Cave, http://www.jasminejade.com/p-6662-taboo-treats.aspx

Tricks and Treats - Hankie Pankie

When Amie Taggert discovers an invitation for a BDSM Halloween party on her boyfriend's computer, she's concerned he's unsatisfied with their relationship. Wanting to show him she's willing to try anything once, Amie signs them up. Imagine her surprise when she discovers he's clueless about the event.

Eric Hammond wonders if this is Amie's way of saying she's interested in spicing up their love life. He's more than willing to be adventuresome in the bedroom.

If the exotic rooms at the club are any indication, Halloween will be a night of hankie pankie neither will forget.

COMING SOON

Loose Id has given me a December 2nd release date for my story, Sexy Secret Santa. This is a BBW story with some naughty office sex, so enjoy the excerpt at the end of the newsletter.

Sexy Secret Santa

Molly Zaworski hasn’t caught the Christmas spirit this year, even though there is only one week until the holiday. She recently dumped her loser boyfriend and isn’t looking forward to celebrating alone. Dragged into the company gift exchange by her best friend, Molly soon discovers her Secret Santa is being more naughty than nice this year. For the three days prior to the company party on Christmas Eve she receives the usual benign presents, but those aren't all. Someone is leaving her naughty gifts that would make even Santa blush.

Josh Bachman has been interested in Molly since she started working for his company six months ago. Now that she’s free, he’s ready to declare his feelings for the plus sized beauty. Each day he leaves her a gift with a suggestive note, all designed to leave her hot, bothered and aching for more. He plans to ring in the New Year with Molly and he’s not going to let anything stand in his way.

WORKS IN PROGRESS

To tell the truth my writing has been somewhat stalled. I went back to a story I was working on this Spring that was loosely related to Hotter Than the Fourth of July. It’s a voyeuristic/exhibitionism story, with some hot multiple partner scenes. It’s very different than anything I’ve ever done before. I’m putting the final touches on the story right now and hope to have it submitted for consideration in the next couple of weeks.

I was blocked on the third book in the Essence of Life Series, but I’m hoping to get back to it soon. I have a feeling these characters want me to go in a different direction, which may mean scrapping everything I’ve done so far and starting over. I’ll just have to see.

I also have a couple of ideas for a new series. No specifics yet, but think hot, as in fire.

RECOMMENDED READS

The long anticipated sequel everyone has been waiting for:

Lena Matthews’s The Blacker the Berry
ISBN: 978-1-59632-735-1
Genre: BBW Multicultural Contemporary Western

Tamara Holifield could never have guessed one little favor would change her entire world, but it does. When her best friend Charlotte's husband Ty asks her to come out to visit to cheer up the homebound pregnant woman, she readily agrees. The only problem with Ty's plan is Tamara's lack of a car. Luckily for her, he has a solution, in the form of his best friend, lawyer Russell Crichton.

Russell could never have imagined doing a favor for Ty would alter his perception of beauty or disrupt his entire life, but it does. Tired of a job filled with money-hungry thankless drones, Russell decides to ditch it all and follow his childhood dream, running his own ranch. Starting up a new venture is going to take time and focus and the last thing he needs is the distraction of his sexy carpooler.

Russell never believed he would be attracted to a plus-size woman, nor did city-slicker Tamara think she would ever have anything in common with a white cowboy, but sizzling sex soon changes both their minds. Now, if they can look past their obvious differences, they might just find out that the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.

CONTESTS

Send me an email at msliz@lizandrews.net with November Contest in the subject line and let me know what you think of my new website design. The winner will be drawn by random from all emails received.

EXCERPT

Unedited excerpt from Sexy Secret Santa

Molly sank into the couch, grateful to be able to relax, if only for a minute. She needed to get her bearings and figure this out, if only so she could explain it to him. Because she knew without a doubt he’d want to hear why she’d run. Closing her eyes, she felt the tension slowly seep from her body. Until she heard the sound of a cork pop. She opened her eyes to look around the room and realized he’d closed the door behind them so no one knew they were there. And he was, at this very moment, pouring them each a glass of wine. As if her mind wasn’t fuzzy enough already.

He handed her a half-full wineglass. “Here. Just a sip, to calm your nerves a bit.”

She did as he suggested and to her surprise he was right. As the warmth from the wine seeped into her blood stream, she could feel herself beginning to return to a normal keel. “Thank you.”

He joined her on the couch, taking a sip of his own wine before asking, “So do you want to tell me why you ran away?”

She decided to try and turn the tables on him and asked, “No, but why don’t you tell me why the big charade?”

Instead of chagrin, however, Josh just smiled. “I had no hidden agenda, other than to tease and tantalize you all week. Did it work?”

She could feel her face flame as she remembered all the things she’d said and done. “Yes, you know it did.”

“Good.” He set his glass down on the table and moved closer to her, taking her own glass from her nerveless fingers and placing it on the table next to his. “Are you ready to explain your running out of there?”

“I didn’t run, I --”

“Yes, that’s right, you needed some air.”

“Exactly.” Why she felt the need to hide her cowardice she had no idea.

“So why did the knowledge that I’d been the one giving you the gifts suddenly have you looking for air?”

“I…ah…” Damn him and his logical brain. She couldn’t think of an argument fast enough.

“Do you want to know what I think?”

Molly blinked and nodded.

“I think you were scared.”

She shook her head in denial. “I’m not scared of you.”

Josh leaned forward until they were mere inches apart. Although she felt like pulling back, she’d just declared she wasn’t scared of him so she held her ground. The heat from his body was palpable and she could smell his cologne, some musky, masculine scent that made her want to drool.

“I’m glad to hear that. But I don’t think it’s me you’re scared of. I think it’s this.” He closed the gap between them, pulling her toward him. Slipping one hand around to the nape of her neck, he bent his head to capture her lips.

With a fierceness Molly never expected from him, Josh took her mouth under his, parting her lips with his tongue, and kissed her with a passion borne of need. His kiss was surprising, but entirely welcomed. Although she’d run earlier, as soon as his lips touched her own she was his.

Molly moaned softly and wound her arms around his neck and sank into his embrace. Mentally she might not have been prepared for Josh to be her Secret Santa, but physically she was more than ready to surrender her body to him. Any second now she might wake up and realize this was all a dream, so she was going to enjoy the moment to the fullest while she could.

Before she could completely lose herself in his kiss, though, Josh pulled back. Opening her eyes she stared, flushed and with bated breath, at the man before her. From the hungry look in his brown eyes, he was as aroused by their simple kiss as she was.

“Tell me, Molly mine” -- the nickname brought forth a flood of memories from their night on the phone, making everything all the more real -- “did you enjoy coming for me today?”

Did she ever. “Yes.”

“I bet you didn’t enjoy it as much as I enjoyed watching you come.”

“You…watched me?” Where had he been? Molly thought back long and hard and couldn’t recall seeing him anywhere. “From where?”

“From only a few feet away. I saw the way your body trembled as you came; I saw the way you held so tightly to the arms of the chair and bit down into your lip so you wouldn’t give yourself away.”

“You saw all that?”

“Yes, and I want to see it again.” Josh moved off the couch and knelt in front of her. “But this time” -- he grasped her legs and pulled them as far open as her skirt would allow -- “I want to see it up close and personal. Tell me, Molly mine, are you still wearing your toy?”

She’d thought about removing it after she’d come earlier, but hadn’t. Now that decision might come back to haunt her. Or be the best one she’d ever made. “Yes, I’m still…yes.”

“Good.” His hand left her knee for a moment and he pulled the remote control from his pocket. “The bad part about only watching was that I couldn’t touch. But now I can.”

He thumbed the switch, and the toy nestled against Molly’s clit buzzed to life. It was only on the lowest setting, but her body still arched at the sudden sensation. “Oh my God.”

“That’s another thing I missed earlier. I can still hear your breathy gasps from our phone call the other night. You sounded so out of control when you were coming.”

When Molly went to speak, he flicked the switch, turning the butterfly speed up another notch. Instead of the smart retort she’d planned to utter, her lips parted in a silent moan.

“Are you wet, Molly mine?” He didn’t wait for her reply, but instead slid his free hand up the inside of her thigh. She always wore thigh-high stockings instead of pantyhose. When his hand encountered the lace top he murmured, “Nice,” before moving higher. As he rubbed the cotton material of her panties, the butterfly pressed harder against her clit. She gasped and gripped at his arms. “Oh yeah, these panties are practically soaked right through. I think you like this, Molly mine.”

“I…God, yes I like it.” The vibrations were rocking her body now and she could feel her orgasm approaching. Just a little bit more and she’d be there. But it wasn’t meant to be. She rocked her hips up, trying to get that firmness she needed only to have him flick the switch to off. “Wh --”

“Not yet, Molly mine. As beautiful as you look coming, I want to taste it.”

He couldn’t possibly mean what she thought he meant could he? Although it was embarrassing to admit it, she’d never received oral sex. She wasn’t too sure if she wanted a man with his face between her legs like that. It made her feel too…vulnerable.

“I…ahh…I’ve never…”

“Shh.” He pressed her back against the cushions. “Just lie back and relax. You’re going to love it.”

That was easy for him to say.