I thought you all might like a nice massage to help get you through the end of the week, so I started digging through some of the first material I ever wrote (never published) and found this little scene I’d like to share with you. 🙂 (And please be gentle! This is unedited, raw footage, folks!)

To give you a little background on the story and this scene, Marcus is a Dominant and has agreed to take on and train feisty graduate student Jade as a submissive in order to help her gain a better understanding of the D/s lifestyle. At this stage of the game, he’s got her face-down, loosely bound to a padded table, and he’s intent on opening her eyes to the possibilities of what pleasure can really mean…

I detect a light scent of coconut before his oiled hands make contact with my shoulders and neck. He melts into my body, skillfully manipulating each muscle and drawing soft whimpers of pleasure from my parted lips.

“Receiving pleasure, just like receiving pain,” he explains, “is a delicate balance. Part of you needs to remain in touch with the source and the placement of the stimulus, while the other part of you needs to relinquish conscious thought and simply absorb pure sensation. It’s a balance of mindfulness and unconsciousness.”

“I’m not sure I understand, Sir,” I manage to mumble through the unmitigated bliss.

“Okay, so right now, you can feel my fingers working their way across your body. Each pressure point is registering on your senses.” He works his thumbs deep into the muscles along my shoulder blades, causing me to sigh wantonly. “Now, without ignoring the sensations I’m eliciting from you, let your mind go and become the pleasure.”

I have no idea how in the hell I’m supposed to do what he’s asking, considering how deep and intense the massage is getting. Leaving one hand resting along my spine, he grabs the bottle and drips a little more oil onto my lower back. He slides his hands over the curves of my hips, back up along my vertebrae, and then down my shoulders. The contact is heavenly. And distracting beyond all measure.

I’ve never been one for mindfulness or meditation and I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t know how to focus on Marcus and the massage while simultaneously surrendering to the pleasure itself. But Christ this feels wonderful…

Is he trying to turn me into some sort of hyper-aroused sex monk or something?

“You’re overthinking it and tensing up,” he chides me, sensing my internal monologue through the slight flexing of my muscles. “Don’t worry so much—we’ll work on it. For now, just enjoy the massage.”

Now this I can handle.

After a few more minutes of work on my back, he hops off the side of the table, grabbing the bottle of oil as he goes. Pouring a little more into his hands, he proceeds to massage my extremities, starting with both arms from shoulders to fingertips. Then he moves on to my legs from hips to toes. Lastly, he works on my lower back and my plump rear end. Using just a bit more oil, he kneads my rear end with firm, sensuous strokes. I would probably be more self-conscious about him being near my rear entrance and exposed pussy if I actually gave a damn about anything besides his skilled hands at this point in time. Every single touch feels like heaven.

Alternating between deep squeezes and gentle caresses, he works my backside over more than thoroughly for a good five minutes. And then, without warning, his hands are gone.

I’m too relaxed and pliable to move a muscle, but I perceive unadulterated absence without his hands touching my body. While certainly not painful, it’s the antithesis of pleasure. I want him back but am unable to verbally form the request in the midst of the hedonistic haze that’s clouded my mind.

Just when I’ve convinced myself that he’s left me here to relax and to contemplate the finer points of pleasure, he’s with me again…in a most unexpected way. Without making contact with the rest of my body, he stealthily yet firmly dips two fingers into my pussy.

And I finally understand what he’s been trying to tell me about being present while surrendering to the pleasure.

My whole body trembles uncontrollably, pulling up from the padded table, and a blast of endorphins bombards my system, flooding me with warmth and pleasure. Although his fingers are only contacting one very specific part of my anatomy, every inch of my skin senses the lingering electricity of his touch, the echo of his deep massage. He remains perfectly still inside me, but I can feel myself convulsing around him, tremors racking my restrained body. My breathing becomes uneven. It doesn’t hurt, but the second he starts pumping his fingers inside of me, I release a deep, guttural moan, manifesting my inability to grapple with what I’m feeling.

He presses a third finger into my tight wetness and I perceive an immediate change. My body stills and falls to the table. My mind becomes a flash of white that soon envelops me, while my hands flex and clench at nothingness and my toes curl upon themselves.

I can feel his fingers inside of me, working their way into my depths, but it’s a sensation of being soothed, caressed, quieted, and aroused at the same time. My breathing becomes regular again.

And I’m floating.

I hope you all enjoyed your massage… 😉

A Nice, Naughty Massage for You…

Black & White Couple w. Lace

Okay, so I’ve got two quick confessions to make:

  1. The picture I’ve attached to this post has absolutely nothing to do with the subject matter of said post. It’s just sexy as hell and I wanted to share it with you. 😉 You’re welcome.
  2. Generally speaking, January is my least favorite month of the year.

It’s dark, it’s cold, it’s bleak, and it seems to go on forever. The Christmas decorations have all come down and the football season is nearly over. A brutal frigid snap is crossing the States and myriad responsibilities await my attention at my day job. By this point in my life, it’s a routine I’m used to and it never fails to leave me a bit down in the dumps. So when New Year’s Day rolled around again, I had every expectation that this January would play out like every other one before it. *insert sad trombone riff here*

But with a new book coming out any day now, some solid kinky ideas for new projects floating around my head, a healthy dose of naughtiness in the air, and a host of new friends that I never dreamed I’d have a year ago, this January is shaping up to be one of the best I’ve ever had!

So, thanks to all of you who are helping to make this January special! 😉

Topsy Turvy 2018…and Loving Every Minute of It

Tobias HunterWithin the next couple of weeks, Stormy Night Publications will be releasing the first in a new series of collaborations with my writing partner, Jack Crosby, and we couldn’t be more excited! Rules of the Wild is the beginning of our Alaska Wild series and features one of the gruffest, orneriest, and strongest heroes we’ve ever penned—Tobias Wyatt.

And, oh my word, just wait until you see the cover… *whew* 😉

But before giving you a peek at the story, here’s a brief synopsis of the novel for context. Emy Forester and Tobias Wyatt both have secrets they’d prefer to keep hidden. When they find each other against the harsh backdrop of an Alaskan winter, will Tobias’s firm hand be enough to protect Emy from the dangerous past she’s running from? Will Emy’s sass, spark, and submission convince Tobias to risk opening himself up to love again? With plenty of twists, turns, romance, and some good old fashioned discipline, Rules of the Wild is guaranteed to keep you cozy and warm on a long winter’s night…

Rules of the Wild is spanking romance at its most intimate, man versus nature at its most gripping, and a tense thriller that will keep you tapping your Kindle all night long. We hope you love our story as much as we loved crafting it!

Here’s your sneak preview! Enjoy! 🙂

“Anything wrong?” His voice carried a note of mild concern and within seconds he was at my side, gripping my shoulder protectively.

“No, I-I’m fine. Just haven’t played in a while,” I whispered, tilting my head in the direction of the cards. “I kinda gave it up a while ago.”


I’d just dropped a bombshell on him, something I’d never even shared with my closest friends, and all I got was a noncommittal two-syllable grunt. Nice, Tobias. Shifting in his grip, I managed to tilt my head up and look into his eyes. He was only about a head taller than me, but in the cramped quarters, his sheer mass seemed to double my own.

“Sit. Please.”

I did as ordered, sliding myself into the pleather booth on one side of the table. He mirrored me, taking up position across from me before screwing caps off both bottles. Christ, the man had massive hands. I felt my pussy throb as I recalled my recent nightly fantasies, fantasies in which those hands had featured quite prominently.

The quiet lapping sounds of the water against the hull were soothing, yet the silence between us kept me from relaxing. For once, I refused to be the one to break the deadlock. And it turned out to be the best decision I’d made in a while.

“I didn’t realize the cards would be an issue. Sorry about that.”

“S’okay,” I shrugged and gave him a grin.

“I know a gambler when I see one, Emy. And you’ve been rolling the dice with me since the day we met, haven’t you?”

For all the time I’d spent assessing his tells and sussing out his moods, it never occurred to me that he’d been doing the same to me. But before I could interject, he pushed forward.

“You and me, Emy, see…we’re at a crossroads. A stalemate. Pushing and pulling, clawing and scratching. It’s the way of the wild, and believe me, it doesn’t end well for either one of us if we keep on like this.”

I had no idea where he was going with this. I only knew that I wanted to be there with him when we arrived.

“So we need something to get us past the standoff between us,” he continued. “And that’s where these cards come in. But if one hand of poker is gonna be one hand too many, I’ll come up with another solution. If it makes you feel any better, we’re not bettin’ for money.”

“What’re the stakes then?” I blurted out, not able to help myself.

“I’m so glad you asked. One hand, winner takes all. If you win, you get to ask me any question you like and I’ll answer you honestly and completely.”

“And if you win?” I squeaked.

“Well, when I win, I’m gonna take you over my knee and give you the spanking you’ve been asking for since the day I met you. I don’t know about where you’re from or what you’re used to, but actions and words have consequences up here, and I think that’s a lesson that you need to learn. And I’m gonna be the one to teach you.”

Hope you enjoyed this little teaser! Please keep an eye out for Rules of the Wild, Book One in the Wild Alaska series, coming out any day now!

Mendenhall Glacier

A Sneak Peek at Rules of the Wild

Sexy Couple in Bed

I don’t often write about my writing process. Hell, I barely write about myself at all! Well, in the interest of turning over a new leaf as we draw ever nearer to 2018, I thought I’d talk a bit about inspiration—both what inspires me and also (hopefully) providing you with a bit of inspiration as well! 😉

Not long ago, I came across a new site in the kink world (and Seattle-based, no less!)—Wicked Daddy Academy—and took a look at some of their, ahem, unique toys. I may or may not have purchased a few (read: a shitload of) items. Purely for research purposes, I’m sure you understand… My first go-around (so to speak) with Wicked Daddy’s signature corkscrew made me a believer, and lo, the heavenly gates of inspiration opened up. *insert sophomoric euphemism about a screaming, sheet-twisting climax here* Well, I wrote a short story inspired by the toy and shared it with the creator to thank him and his team for a wholly new experience.

Wicked Daddy liked the story so much (see below), he’s shared it on his blog AND he’s offering a killer freebie to my readers as a token of his appreciation! Woohoo! If you visit his site and decide to buy something, when you get to the Shopping Cart section, you’ll find a “Special Instructions for Seller” box. Write “JayeEliseWrites” there and you’ll receive one of Wicked Daddy Academy’s Glass Rods (#1) for FREE—he’s even covering the additional shipping for the rod! Thanks, WD, for your generosity!

And for the inspiration… 😉

Cobalt Corkscrew“And have you been a good girl for your Daddy this week, baby girl?”

Lying back on the bed and completely nude, her head propped up on a pillow and legs splayed wide for the fully clothed man beside her, she wasted no time in responding.

“I’ve been so good, Daddy. No sassing, no whining, and most importantly, no coming. Just how Daddy likes it when we can’t be together during the week.” Each time they reunited, she looked forward to the ritual of reestablishing the dynamic between them. A perfect exchange of dominance and submission. A beautiful ceding of control to the man who was her everything.

“That’s what I love to hear, baby. What a good girl,” he praised her as he ran the back of his hand along her cheekbone and chin before dipping lower and twisting her nipple in a playful, lightly painful tease. “You know Daddy wishes he could be here with you all day, every day, but when he can’t, it makes him so happy knowing his baby girl is obeying his rules.” With his other hand, he slid a finger into her wetness before bringing it to his mouth and savoring her essence.

“And since you’ve been on your best behavior, I think it’s time to try something new with you. Something I’ve been holding on to for when you’ve been really good.” His grip tightened on her tender nipple and she winced as she inhaled sharply. “And I think the moment has come for you to get a nice little treat.”

It wasn’t a question, and she knew he didn’t expect a response, but it didn’t stop her from murmuring a quick thank you, Daddy. Releasing her nipple from between his fingers, he stood up and crossed the room to grab something from his dresser drawer. And when he returned to the bed, staring down at her with a look of frank, approving desire, she reveled in the need she saw in his eyes. So distracted by the dominance and possession in his gaze, at first she failed to notice the unfamiliar implement in his hand.

But when he held it out before her, inviting her to examine it, the sight of the new toy prompted her to close her legs. She didn’t know yet whether it was a protective or lascivious gesture, but knowing her Daddy, she had every suspicion it was the latter.

“Ah ah. You know the rules. Keep those legs open and that pussy accessible for your Daddy.” She spread her legs obediently, a warm flush creeping across her cheeks and chest.

The toy he held in his hand looked like some other glass toys they’d played with before. But yet so completely different. While most of the glass dildos he’d used on her were smooth, studded, or occasionally ridged, this particular toy was a perfectly smooth, deep blue corkscrew. A drill bit designed to tap into the core of her pleasure and release the wanton submissive within. A precision tool with one purpose and one purpose alone: to elicit pure sensation. And when wielded by a skilled craftsman such as her Daddy, she knew she was about to experience something truly sublime.

“Now, given that you’ve been such a good girl this week, and knowing how much my little girl doesn’t like her cold glass punishments—” she shuddered, a frisson of dread coursing through her, remembering the last time he’d used a refrigerated glass dildo in her ass, “—Daddy’s going to warm up your new toy before he uses it.”

Rubbing it between his hands, the corkscrew rose and fell between his deft palms, the solid glass clicking against the thick ring he always wore on his middle finger. “Now, let’s see what this magic wand can do, hm? I’m going to use that gorgeous pussy of yours today, baby, but someday I’ll be claiming your ass with this, too, so prepare yourself.” He winked at her, an eager smile setting up shop on his handsome face. “Hold yourself open for Daddy.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her hands sliding down her trembling belly toward her slick, bare folds. Using her long, perfectly manicured fingers, she spread her lips wide open for his inspection and to provide him access to her needy pussy.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, occupying the space between her legs. “Here we go, baby girl.” He ran the cool tip of the toy along the length of her slit, collecting the wetness that he’d already coaxed to the surface. Even just brushing against her swollen labia, she enjoyed the solid weight of the toy. But it wasn’t until he teased the first inch inside her that she truly understood how different the thick corkscrew was from anything she’d ever experienced.

“I’m going to twist a few times and then, while you’re getting used to it, I want you to use your muscles to grip it, baby.”

With a mumbled yes, Sir and her fingers vibrating against her needy sex, she watched him screw the toy into her as a wholly new sensation flooded her pussy. Even had he not ordered her to squeeze the phallus, her over-stimulated vagina would’ve done so anyway. While her conscious mind knew there were only a couple of thick ridges embedded in her, it felt as if they’d multiplied exponentially the moment he’d penetrated her.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed and encouraged her, “Another couple twists and a break for you to assimilate.” He sank the corkscrew ever deeper and an unrestrained moan escaped her lips. Her back arched off the bed, seeking as much contact with the new toy as her Daddy would permit. A fresh wave of her essence surged from her pussy and her wetness was now audible as she clenched around the toy, her Daddy lightly pumping it into her. Although she normally needed some clit stimulation to come, she was beginning to suspect that this unique implement—in Daddy’s skilled hands—was more than capable of nudging her over the edge.

“Getting close, little one? Like the feel of those ridges, do you?”

Given that she hadn’t stopped moaning since he’d slid it into her and she could barely hold herself still, his questions were more than a bit rhetorical, but she answered them nonetheless.

“Mmhmmm, Daddy…so good…so, so good…” she whimpered.

“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Now, you’re going to get one last hard push and then I want you to come for me.”

“Y-yes, Sir. P-please, Sir,” she stammered, not caring how desperate her voice sounded to his ears. And judging by the solid outline of his cock in his jeans, he loved hearing her pleas.

With a couple final twists and his palm pressed to the base of the toy, he sunk all six and half inches of the ridged glass into her pussy, fucking her senseless. The pressure against her cervix combined with the thick blades stroking her G-spot combined to sucker punch her with one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever had.

But as she screamed out her release, Daddy surprised her yet again with another feature of the new toy. Instead of unscrewing it from her clenched wetness, he drew the corkscrew straight out during her climax, triggering her to squirt and soaking the towel he’d so cleverly laid out beneath her before their play session.

Silly with blissful satisfaction and exhausted after her powerful release, she let go of her pussy lips and covered her smiling eyes with her forearm. “What did you just do to me, Daddy?” she giggled sleepily.

“Well, if you’re not sure, baby girl, I guess that means I need to do it again, hm?” Her eyes shot open and registered the devilish smirk on his face before a fresh surge of lust pumped through her veins.

“Now, open yourself up again for me, and let’s find out what this thing can really do…”

A Little Inspiration…and Some FREE Naughtiness for You!

Party Mrs. Claus

Hello all!

With Christmas right around the corner, I wanted to reach out to everyone and wish you all the best this holiday season! 🙂

Yes, I know this time of year can be stressful for many.

Yes, I know that family (whether biological or otherwise) can try our patience.

Yes, I know it’s challenging to see joy in others’ eyes when you might not feel that same joy yourself.

Well, I wish I had some sort of kinktastic, zen magic to tap into to make everything merry and bright. Unfortunately, I don’t. But what I do have is compassion, positivity, and happiness to spare. And I know I’m not the only one. So, if you find yourself in need of some light (and even if you loathe this time of year), don’t be afraid to reach out to others—kinky or not—and soak up a bit of that warm, cozy glow.

Dom/me or sub, Daddy or baby girl, Master/Mistress or slave, and/or any other designation you embrace, you deserve some light, love, and naughtiness. This time of year and always.

Big hugs! –Jaye 🙂

Merry (early) Christmas, Kinksters!

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My contribution to the Mischief Under the Mistletoe anthology is “The Kink of the Magi”, a naughty take on O. Henry’s holiday classic. The anthology is now available for preorder on Amazon for only $0.99! That’s fourteen hot stories for less than it costs to…to…. Hell, you can’t get anything for $0.99 cents these days! What a steal!!! 😉

Anyhoo, here’s a steamy, scorching snippet from my story and I hope you enjoy! 🙂

“Spread your legs a bit more for me and I’ll give you what you need.”

His tone, firm and authoritative yet gentle, was one he’d perfected with time and experience and it never failed to get Annie into a more submissive headspace. She complied, and after a final quick spank against her pussy, he plunged three fingers into her wetness as far as they would go. Twisting and grinding his palm against her blushing cheeks, the telltale spasms from deep within her announced her imminent orgasm.

Over the years, he’d lost count of the times he’d brought her to climax. When they first started exploring each other sexually, finding out what worked for them and shaping the dynamic that suited them, it was a matter of pride for him to make her come as often as he could.

Now that he knew the exact buttons to push and the sequence to follow to get his princess to the edge of pleasure, he preferred to keep her there as long as he was able before pushing her over in a blinding wave of ecstasy. But tonight, his princess had waited long enough. He wanted to give her the release she craved.

Pumping into her slick entrance with one hand, he rested his forearm vertically along her lower back to balance her, using his other hand to hold her rear cheeks open. Annie’s sexual ESP kicked into high gear and she clenched her ass reflexively, even though she loved what was about to happen. Kurt happened to know that it was one of her favorites, even though she’d always remained demure about anal play.

“Relax for me, princess. Relax and let me make you feel good,” he murmured. As soon as she obeyed, he traced the pad of his thumb around her tight ring, gently stroking, nudging, and toying with it.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, her springy curls nearly hiding the flush creeping its way across her face. “Oh. My. God.”

“That’s it. Come for your daddy. Come while he plays with your tight little asshole, princess.”

Her body convulsed against his lap and her tightness squeezed and tensed around his fingers as she rode out her orgasm. He continued pumping into her while stroking her sensitive rosebud, knowing he was wringing every ounce of pleasure from her sated body.

With a final twist of his fingers, she squirted all over his hand, soaking his pajamas with her arousal. Before she slumped against his lap, Kurt pulled Annie into a stand and hugged her tightly, her panties falling to the floor.

“I love you, Annie,” he whispered into her hairline as her breathing evened out and she melted into his body. “I love you and I’m so lucky to have you in my life, princess.”

“Mm, I kinda feel like I’m the lucky one right about now,” she laughed softly into his collarbone. “Wanna skip dinner and go to bed? For some reason, I feel like a big old bowl of jelly right now and could use some snuggle time.”

With her warm breath against his chest, her firm breasts pressing into him, and her arousal soaking into his pants, he didn’t need another invitation.

A warm bed with Annie in it sounded like pure heaven.

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A Teaser from “The Kink of the Magi”

Now, there’s a title for you, huh? 😉

Earlier this week, during a chat with fellow author Kim Jones, she informed me that she was reading my latest book, Mastering His Captive. She also let me know she had a houseful of hunters back from an early-season deer run, emergency medical professionals, family members, and other “randos” hanging around her house, making it difficult for her to dig into the book.

Despite all the distractions, Kim had, however, reached the part of the story in which the protagonist, Kit, is receiving one of her first (much deserved) punishments at Vaughn’s hand: a nice spanking directly to her butthole. Please allow me to get you up to speed:

Cover - Small“Five spanks to this cute little asshole of yours,” he explained flatly. “If you lift your legs, if you let go of your ass, if you cry out, I add extra. Nod if you understand, Kit.”

She complied, feeling more sorry for herself than she had when she’d first arrived. Spanking my asshole? But she didn’t have enough time to process this information. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as he joined the index and middle fingers of his right hand, pulled back, and whipped her squarely on the anus with the back of his digits. The sharp pain radiated throughout her body and was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, a pure jolt of sublime agony that settled in her clenching gut and throbbing pussy.

Yikes. If that doesn’t twist you up a bit (for better or worse!), you’re made of sterner stuff than I… 😉

Of course, when Kim informed her guests of the exact nature of what she was reading and how perplexed she was by the feasibility of a butthole spanking, her crack team of visitors got on the case! With the help of one of their brave, fallen deer in the shed, a combination of “ninja moves,” and some “redneck” magic, they decided that the most logical conclusion was more of a “thumping” than an actual “spanking”. (Although, I assure you, it can be done…and it ain’t fun. 😉 )

Unfortunately, when you can’t get the deer in question to lend an assist, it does tend to complicate matters.

Thank you, Kim, for reading my book, for sharing your words of encouragement, and for letting me share your story!

Butthole Spankings: Actual Results May Vary

Jack Crosby - 5In a world where a pantser and a plotter join forces over crappy puns, a mutual love of 80s movie montages, and amazeballs impressions of Harry Caray, there’s no telling what might happen… 

So….yeah. I guess this pretty much sums up my friendship with today’s Triple Play Q&A guest, Jack Crosby. But would you like to know the best part? Might you be a little curious about that “surprise” I mentioned in the title?? (C’mon…you know you are!)

Well, okay then! The best part is that not only have we become friends, but Jack and I have begun collaborating on a few projects as well! What started off as a challenge/dare, quickly morphed into something infinitely cooler and more prolific. And, although we’re not quite ready to announce any specifics (I’m such a tease!), let’s just say that starting early next year, you’ll start to see the first of many Jack & Jaye projects! 

We hope you enjoy our love for well-crafted, steamy stories (and our rampant idiocy) as much as we do!

But hey, after a build-up like that, how about I let Jack introduce himself, huh? Welcome to the Triple Play Q&A, Jack Crosby!

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Well, for starters, my name is Jack Crosby and I’m a mid 30s deviant from Philly. Important facts about me are I have a huge love of beer, bacon, and ice hockey. I also write totally off the wall adult themed books that should be taken about as seriously as the alien threat from Area 51. If you’re asking yourself how seriously you should take that, the correct answer is ‘VERY SERIOUSLY.’

In my free time, I am a computer tech for a company my father and I started a number of years ago. My home base is Chicago, but I’m hardly ever there. I’ve been fortunate enough to be published by three different presses: Bolt Publishing, Baronet Press, and Stormy Night Publications. I love my absolute crazy nonsense and hope I continue to entertain the readers for a good long time.

Jack Crosby - 1Oh, and by the way, is it cool to name drop here? Okay, good. I’m doing a few collaborations with the totally awesome Jaye Elise. You might have heard of her, she’s pretty talented. In fact, I’m 110% percent sure that’s what got me on this blog. That and my ability to Stryke* the perfect answer at any given time.
Hi all, Jaye here again. Although I usually don’t insert myself into authors’ introductions, I felt I should throw you all a bone and let you know that what you’re seeing here is a prime example of the aforementioned crappy puns. “Stryke” just happens to form a BIG part of one of our upcoming collaborations…and Jack just can’t help himself. Thank you for your patience and understanding. 🙂
And here we go with Jack’s Triple Play!
Of the books you’ve written so far, which is your favorite and why?

The Electric Mile, by far. It was inspired off of the novel Ready Player One and the movie Tron, except it also has a lot of naughty scenes, terrible puns, and unbelievable situations. Casey at Baronet saw my vision and let me run with it. And, as good as that one is, the sequel in my mind is even better. I hope to have that one out by the end of this year/maybe early next year.Jack Crosby - 3

What does your writing space look like when you’re in the middle of a project? 

I’m sure this will be a surprise, but total anarchy. I have notebooks of ideas lying around, empty coffee cups here and there, and sticky notes for as wide as the eye can see. I thrive in chaos and my writing exemplifies that. So yeah, just what you’d imagine after getting to know me, lol.

A Ridiculosity Ray hits the world, rendering all things…well, ridiculous. From now on, you’re only allowed to eat one food item in one specific location while reading one specific book for the rest of your life. Which food, locale, and book would you choose and why?

Bacon in Key West while reading Fahrenheit 451. I mean how could you not love eating nature’s best and most primal superfood, in a land of calamity and amazing microbrews, while reading the foremost dystopian fiction book (or is it really???) ever to be written? I’d also be on the beach, complete with white drug dealer pants and fedora, well, just because. Sorry if that sexy vision got anyone flustered while reading this at work. 😉

Jack Crosby - 4Well, there you have it. The Man. The Legend. The Bacon. Thanks, Jack, for joining me on the Triple Play today! Oh, and if you thought he was joking about his deep, abiding love for bacon, please allow me to point out that Mr. Crosby has also published a bacon cookbook. Yup. That’s for real.

Now, let’s all hope the drug dealer pants and fedora aren’t. 😉

If you’d like to find out even more about Jack, or would be interested in picking up some of his fantastic books, please click around the links below and go to town!

Triple Play Q&A with Jack Crosby…and a Surprise!

Today’s Triple Play Q&A guest is a fixture in many social media outlets for romance/erotica authors and readers, and is well-known for her fun, upbeat style and, if I do say so myself, her outstanding use of all shades of purple!

Without further ado, I’d like to give a warm welcome to Adaline Raine!

(And, pssst! Check out this purple!!!)


Hi! I’m Adaline Raine, and I’m usually called Addy by my author friends and fans. Thank you so much for featuring me today. I’m excited to be here. So, I write contemporary and paranormal romance and I typically sneak in a spanking or a threat of one. I love sexy, dominating males and strong female heroines both from a reader and author standpoint. I lean towards the kinkier side of things in writing and have been known to sneak in BDSM elements as my style. I also really like funny characters, and the sarcastic banter usually comes out.

I attended my first signing event this year and I had so much fun! It was amazing to connect with readers in person and talk about my books in an open forum. Sometimes you don’t know who is okay with erotic romance and who isn’t so everyone was so accepting there. It was also so neat to meet other authors who I have connected with over the years in person. I’m a very anxious person, but it meant a lot to get out of my shell.

I am working on a paranormal vampire series as well as some shifters for the coming year. I also just started a reader group on facebook with my fellow fellow author extraordinaire Felicity Brandon called Fierce AF (get it? Addy and Felicity?) and we’re having a lot of fun.

I just had a box set release on Halloween which has a ton of paranormal creatures and I’ve got a sweet and sexy age-play story releasing on November 27th as part of the holiday anthology A Daddy for Christmas! I actually did the cover, and it was so much fun to work on.


Thanks for introducing yourself, Addy! I think we’re ready to roll on your Triple Play

What are a few of your favorite things about being a writer?  

The community that I’m involved in. I help promote, share new releases, beta read, offer an edit, a shoulder to cry on, walk through plot twists, and they do the same for me. It takes a village to write a book!

When reading erotica (your own or that of others), what is your biggest pet peeve? (e.g. Excessive typos/poor editing? Clichéd heroes or storylines? Implausible, confusing sex scenes? Etc.)

Insta-love unless it is very clear in the blurb. Hi, I just met you—omg, we’re in bed. Ick. I do not include obvious one night stand or one night with her boss in this because it’s clear up front!

If you were walking down the street and ran into yourself at thirteen years old, what piece of solid advice would you give yourself?

Don’t ever let your dreams go, chase after them and make them happen!

Thank you, once again, for joining me today, Addy, and congratulations on the new anthology that’s about to come out! If you’d like to find out even more about Adaline, or would be interested in picking up some of her fantastic books, please click around the links below and go to town!

Triple Play Q&A with Adaline Raine

Calling the PlaysToday’s Triple Play Q&A starts off with a nice little story about our kick-ass community of kinktastic authors! And if you’re reading this, chances are you’re part of it! Many of us strive to cultivate and contribute to our community each and every day, investing in the successes of our fellow authors. For my part (and it’s an extremely small one, to be sure!), it’s an honor to play a role in that effort and provide authors—both new and veteran—with a network of support.

About five months ago, Marlee Wray reached out to me (by filling out the contact form on this site, no less!) as she was preparing her first book for publication with Stormy Night Publications. Over the following months, we shared stories, suggestions, and as much advice as a relative novice like myself could. A lovely friendship blossomed and I am so proud and excited to see how her writing career is beginning to take off!

So, please help me welcome my guest, Marlee Wray, whose SECOND book is set to be released today!

8 Taking Her in Hand.001Hi everyone!

I’m Marlee, and I’m really happy to be on Jaye’s wonderful blog today. I’m a voracious reader and discovering erotic romances with spanking scenes was really exciting. I think I’d been waiting years for someone to publish them; I recall reading a historical romance novel years back where the heroine was spanked and afterward the hero apologized and promised to never do it again. My first thought was, don’t apologize! Maybe she liked that. I know I did!

After reading some “spanking romances,” I started incorporating domestic discipline and elements of BDSM into my own stories. I was part of a local writer’s group, but I was hesitant to share my explicit scenes. The problem was that that’s where a lot of my story ideas took me, so I ended up writing them in secret.

I became busy with life and put my writing aside for a time. Then this year, some supporting characters from a story I’d written three years ago kept popping into my head. I wrote their (Rory & Kate’s) story, and it led to another story and another and another. Finally someone close to me said, “You really have to try to publish them.”

So I submitted a small one, Taking Her in Hand, which is set in a private community of dominants and their submissives. The story was expanded based on some really good recommendations from my editor, and it came out in late September. My second spanking romance, Calling the Plays, is out this weekend! It’s about a female professor who gets involved with the college’s celebrated football coach. So excited to see what readers think of Dean & Meghan!

The surprising thing for me has been what a variety of ideas I’ve had. Some are more hardcore BDSM, like the ones set in a sex club. Others feature women who are beginning to be disciplined by a partner, without any expectation that the kink will go farther than their own bedroom. There are also a couple of erotic fantasies set in worlds different than our own. The freedom of writing in this genre has been amazing. I can’t wait to see how readers will feel about the different stories and whether they will connect with the characters the way I have.

Fantastic intro, Marlee—thanks! And now it’s time for your Triple Play Q&A!

Taking Her in HandWhat drew you to become a writer?

I wouldn’t say I was drawn to it so much as dragged by a muse with a vise grip. 😉 Since childhood, I’ve always had a big imagination and would dream up elaborate scenes and then longer stories. Eventually, I couldn’t help but write them down so that I could read and re-read them.

Could you name a fictional character or two from books, films, cartoons, etc. that you wish you could be more like? Which aspects of theirs would you like to emulate?

Right now, I’m listening to the latest book from J.D. Robb’s In Death series, so I’m going to go with Eve Dallas for the following reasons…

I’d like to be kickass and unapologetically unconcerned about what other people think. She has a tough past that I wouldn’t want, but I think that makes her appreciate her life with her gorgeous Irish billionaire husband more, so a silver lining. I love that beneath her tough exterior, she’s empathetic and loyal. I also admire her complete commitment to her work. It’s important to make the world a more just place and to feel a sense of purpose.

Now if only she’d let Roarke spank her ass, she’d be perfect… LOL Just kidding!

If you had three wishes, what would they be? And no, you can’t wish for more wishes! 🙂

  1. World Peace
  2. Membership in an exclusive sex club that’s like the one I dreamed up for an upcoming book series. (It’s called the Marquis Club, and it’s a fantasyland for kinksters.)
  3. Financial freedom so that I could read, write, entertain, and travel to my heart’s content. The pot of gold that constitutes financial freedom would have to be big enough for me to be able to afford a beautiful lake house with a dozen guest rooms, so sometimes friends and family could stay, and other times, fellow writers could come for a retreat. If it ever happens, I promise there will be great coffee every morning and a walk along the water with a glass of wine at night. (A person can dream. Especially if that person is a writer!)

2 Calling the Plays.001Be careful what you wish for, Marlee! You may just end up with yours truly showing up at the door to your lake house, begging for a cup of coffee! 😉 A truly harrowing situation that would be, I can assure you! 

Thank you so much for joining me today, Marlee, and congratulations yet again on your release day! I’m sure Calling the Plays is going to be a big hit…and I’ll be one-clicking it later today! If you’d like to find out even more about Marlee, or would be interested in picking up some of her fantastic books, please click around the links below and go to town!

Triple Play Q&A with Marlee Wray