Introducing new author Jane Jamison
Jane Jamison has always liked “weird stuff” as her mother called it. From an early age she was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, space, aliens and whatever was hiding in her bedroom closet. (To this day, she still swears she can hear growls and moans whenever the lights are out.)
Born under the sign of Scorpio meant Jane was destined to be very sensual. Some would say she was (and remains) downright sexual. Then one day she put her two favorite things together on paper and found her life’s true ambition: to be an erotica paranormal romance author.
Jane spends at least six days a week locked in her office surrounded by the characters she loves. Every day a new character will knock on the door of her imagination. Her plans include taking care of her loving husband, traveling, and writing at least twelve books a year.
Here’s her steamy new novel: Hot & Ready
Beth Davidson needs money for nursing school and comes up with the idea to photograph sexy firemen in provocative poses for a BDSM calendar. Although she’s ready to snap a few photos, her shyness has kept her sex life strictly vanilla, putting her own fantasies of submitting on hold.
Firefighters, Aaron Mason and Seth Sheppard, want Beth as their submissive. They say yes to posing as BDSM calendar models, but only if she’ll give into her desires.
Beth’s craving to experience submissive sex wars against her inhibitions. But after photographing month after sinful month of provocative scenes, she has two choices. Either give in to her passion and pose with Aaron and Seth, or give up not only her dream of becoming a nurse, but her fantasy of claiming them as her masters.
Can they persuade her to give into her need to submit? Or will another man’s unwanted advances keep her sensuality locked inside her?
“Ruthie.” Aaron squared away at her friend. “Do you need the team?” He glanced at Beth, assessing her with his intense scrutiny. “The Firemen for Hire team?”
“The Firemen for Hire team?” With a name like that, she had to wonder if they were real firefighters. Were they male exotic dancers and that was their stage name for their group? But Ruthie had said they worked at the station down the street. Maybe they moonlighted as dancers? Or even gigolos? After all, firefighters weren’t paid half of what they were worth.
She wondered how much they charged if they were gigolos, then pushed that thought away. Still, if she ever paid for that kind of thing, she’d fork over the cash for them in a heartbeat. The conversation had taken an interesting turn.
“She doesn’t know about the Firemen for Hire thing, guys. Why don’t you explain it to her?”
She paused, unsure if her friend had set her up for a joke. It wouldn’t have been the first prank Ruthie had played.
Their waitress stopped by to ask if they “needed anything else.” If the interest she showed the men was any indication, she couldn’t have cared less if Ruthie or she wanted a four course meal. For the men, however, she’d probably have jumped through fiery hoops. Beth felt the rush of jealousy at the way she’d said the word anything. She was happy when Seth told her that they were fine, then looked away from the brunette with the huge breasts.
Wow. Jealous over men I just met. I am officially pathetic.
“Okay, here it is in a nutshell.” Aaron glanced around them as she’d done earlier, thinking someone might overhear him. “The Firemen for Hire teams help women who are in trouble.”
Fascinated, she asked, “What kind of trouble?”
“Like when an ex-boyfriend or husband is harassing them. Or maybe they’ve gone to the police, but the police can’t or won’t help. We help out in any way we can, but most of the time, we’re helping women who really need it. They’re women who have nowhere else to turn.”
It was obvious that he didn’t think helping her get money for tuition was up to the Firemen for Hire team’s standards. The rush of heat sliding up her cheeks didn’t help cool her off any. “I understand. And trust me, I wouldn’t have asked for your help. I didn’t even know you were coming. Besides, I don’t have the money to pay you.”
“Don’t worry about repaying us.” Seth snatched the pickle off her plate. “We don’t work that way. When we help a lady, then all we ask is that she help someone else in return. It’s a pay-it-forward kind of arrangement.”
Was Ruthie not telling her something else? “Ruthie, did you help them? Or did they help you?”
She shrugged. “The guys came to me and asked me to give a woman a safe place to stay until they could sort out her problem. It wasn’t anything hard to do. However, it did earn me a favor from them.”
“It was more than that.” Aaron shifted his body toward Ruthie. “The woman’s ex could’ve found you and hurt both of you. You put your life on the line for a stranger and we don’t take that lightly.”
“Wow, Ruthie. That’s amazing. I wished you’d told me.”
Ruthie shrugged, then leveled her gaze on Aaron. “So let me get this straight. Bethie has to have a deranged ex-boyfriend on her ass for you two to give a shit?”
Aaron sat back and crossed his arms. “Come on, Ruthie, you know this isn’t the kind of stuff we do.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Beth cringed when Ruthie shifted in her seat, crossed her arms like Aaron had, then scowled. “I also know that you said something about returning that favor whenever I needed it. Well, that’s what I’m doing right now. I’m calling in that favor.”
She could sense Seth tensing up. “You know what kind of favor we meant.”
“Really? Because I don’t remember either one of you saying anything else. You didn’t say it had to pass a certain level of danger for you to consider getting involved.”
Aaron let out a hard breath. “You’re right. But are you sure you want to use that favor now and not when you really need it? You know. When it’s really important?”
“I do and this is important. Getting my friend what she wants, what she’s dreamed of, is very important. So? Are you going to help us or what?”
Beth couldn’t stand the idea of forcing them to help with her problem. “It’s okay. Really. I wouldn’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
Seth leaned closer. “We kind of live by that standard.” His sensual brown eyes slid down then back up her body as she’d wanted to do to his earlier. “So how can we help? I don’t have a lot saved up, but it’s yours if you want it.”
Her mouth parted, stunned at his generosity. “Oh, no. I couldn’t take your money. You don’t even know me.”
The curve of his mouth drove her insane with the need to touch it. Would he mind if she brushed her thumb over his lips? If she did, would he suck her finger into his mouth? She swallowed, positive she’d melt into a pool of liquid sexual need if the heat got any hotter.
“That’s not what we had in mind.” She heard the humor in Ruthie’s voice.
Seth eased back, relieving her and disappointing her at the same time. “Then what exactly do you have in mind?”
Ruthie grinned, then put her hand on Aaron’s muscled arm and squeezed. “We want you to pose for our sexy firefighter calendar.”
“Easy, baby. We wouldn’t want anyone to know what we’re doing.” He gave a low, sin-filled chuckle. “Or would we? Now open your eyes.”
She did, her instinct to obey him overriding her common sense to make them stop. They’d only stop if she stood up, and her trembling legs wouldn’t have supported her. Her mouth parted and she flicked her tongue over her lips.
“Don’t do that, baby. That drives me crazy. If you do it again, I’m not sure I can keep from fucking you right here, right now.”
“He’s right, sweetheart, although it’d be worth getting thrown in jail to do you.” Seth cradled his head on his hand again, then gave her a wicked smile when he found her clit and pinched it. “Licking your lips is sexy as hell. You’re sexy as hell.”
She let out another small cry, then bit her bottom lip, determined not to let it happen again. Was she really sitting in a bar and letting two men she barely knew finger her? The danger of it thrilled her, daring her to explore that naughty side of her. She’d known it was there, had even had brief glimpses of it in real life, but for the most part, she’d kept it buried deep inside her.
“Keep your eyes open and try to talk to us every so often. Make it seem like nothing’s going on. Unless you want everyone to know.”
What would the others think of her if they knew? Would they think her disgusting? A slut? Or would they, like many of the women, wish they were doing the same thing?
Seth rubbed his middle finger over her clit as Aaron started working his fingers in and out, then back again for more delicious torture. Her body tensed, then released a little as the pleasure that bordered on pain had her throbbing.
Twisting the napkin wasn’t enough. Instead, she dropped it, then brought her hands down to take hold of the chair’s arms. Her hands worked the hard wood, squeezing and releasing her hold as she ran her hands up and down their length. She slid lower in the chair, no longer cared what she looked like. All that mattered was their hands on her. If only she had the nerve to ask Seth to crawl under the table. She imagined him doing so, slipping between her legs to press his mouth to her clit.
“That’s it, baby. Pretend you’ve got our cocks in your hands.”
She did and rubbed her hands faster along the smooth surface. Their cocks wouldn’t be as smooth, their skin loser and covered with veins that would slide across her palms.
They tortured her, rubbing and plunging their fingers into her. Her pussy clenched around Aaron’s fingers and wetness swamped her, covering both of them.
“Check it out, little sub. People are watching more than ever now.”
Alarm pricked her neck, but she wouldn’t, couldn’t, stop. Instead, she looked to the side and found the brunette.
She knows what we’re doing and she wishes she was me.
“It’s hot, isn’t it, baby?” Aaron flicked his tongue into her ear in a quick, lust-producing stab. “Having people watch is fun. It’s even better when you can really let go and fuck while others watch. Don’t worry. We’ll try that sometime.”
The craving she’d had for them had tripled, swirling outward from her pussy to roar its way through her body. Her hands worked overtime, clenching and re-clenching. She knew she was giving them as much pleasure by obeying them as they were giving her. Their fingers were tools for her self-indulgence, their voices instruments of seduction. She was under their command, ready to do anything they asked of her, and she loved it.
“Do you like my fingers inside your pussy?”
“Then you’re going to love my cock in its place. And your breasts?”
She found Aaron’s gaze lowering to her blouse. “Yes?”
“I’m going to fuck your breasts, too. After I tie you up and spank your pretty ass until you scream for me to fuck you. Do you want that, baby?”
“Yes. More than anything.” Although she knew she’d spoken, a part of her couldn’t believe what she’d said. Couldn’t believe what she was doing.
The sensations tumbling around her stomach drove her to the point right before she knew she’d climax. Seth rubbed harder, pinching then twisting her clit. Aaron, his arm flexing in his short-sleeve T-shirt, added a third finger to her pussy. She couldn’t do anything more than hold on for dear life as her body stiffened, readying for the release.
“That’s it, little sub.” Seth tried to appear nonchalant, but his expression grew harder, agonized. “God, how I want to eat you out.”
She mewled and hoped no one heard the sound. “Please.”
“Please what? Do you want me to get under the table and suck on your clit?”
Oh, God. How she wanted him to do exactly that! Had he known what she was thinking only a few moments earlier? She was desperate, her body aching from the need to have their cocks inside her. “Please. Let’s go outside. Or to the restroom. Anywhere. I’m begging you.”
“I think she’s on the edge, bro.”
Aaron gave her a sweet kiss on the lips. “I think you’re right. I can feel her juices all over my hand.”
She was ready for them to remove their hands so she could stand up. But only if she could follow them anywhere where she could feel their bodies next to hers.
“That’s not for tonight. I want to see you come, baby. Right here.” He took her by the chin and turned her face toward his. “Come for me, baby. Do it when I tell you. Are you ready?”
“Please. I can’t stand it any longer.”
“Good. Then come. Right…now.”
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