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Due to changes in how my publisher assigns dates, I won't have release dates until I finish the book. I'm currently working on:

Taking the Realm which is book 3 of Sha and Connor's trilogy (previously titled Shaking the Balance)

Saturday, August 2, 2014

JB Brooks Jared's Virginity Tour

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Lolly interview

Today, Lauren “Lolly” Preston, from Massage With Happy Ending, is here to tell us a little more about her amazing story. Welcome Lolly. It’s great to be chatting with you. For those who haven’t read Massage With Happy Ending yet, can you tell us how you and Jared met?
Ha, yes! I was researching a magazine article about sex-workers and I made friends with one of those ladies. She offered me the opportunity to participate in one of her sessions as part of my investigation. It was supposed to be a massage with a happy ending. Nothing more, no sex involved. And the customer was Jared.
That’s a very unusual way to meet somebody!
Yes, it is.  And things got pretty out of hand. I did some stuff that was totally outside my comfort zone, but I thought to myself, “I’ll never see this guy again, so what the hell?”

But then you did meet again?
Yeah, the memory still makes me cringe. I went on a vacation, and he was there. It was so embarrassing. And, to make matters worse, it was on an island, so I couldn't just leave!
Oh dear, that sounds hectic. Did he recognize you and was he pleased to see you?
He knew it was me the moment he clapped eyes on my face. I guess he was happy to see me because he tried to hire me for the rest of the holiday!
And what was going through your mind at that point?
I was in a bad state - embarrassed, shocked that he was there. I definitely wasn't reasoning clearly. But most of all, I remember thinking over and over that a guy like him couldn’t possibly be interested in me.
Why did you think he wouldn't be interested in you?
Well, I've always been a bit shy around men, and self-conscious about my weight, you know. And my best friends are all thin and gorgeous, so inevitably men would prefer them to me, which reinforced my belief that they weren't attracted to me.
And then you met Jared, and that all changed?
Yes, but at first I didn't realize how much he fancied me. I thought he was interested because, as far as he knew, I was a sex worker, and that meant he could have sex with no strings attached for the duration of the holiday. And he wouldn't have to take it slow and find out if I was okay with...certain things, you know? He could just pay and get whatever he wanted. I only found out how much he liked me later.

So is that why you lied and pretended to be a sex worker?
Yes. Well, I mean I didn't actually lie. I just let him go on believing the wrong thing. He was so amazing - good looking, sexy, rich, self-confident - really out of my league, you know? I just wanted to find out how it would feel to be with a guy like that. We were single consenting adults. I didn't think it would do any harm.

But you were wrong?
So wrong. I fell for him like a ton of bricks. By the end of the holiday I was just about sick from the thought of leaving him. He’s totally addictive.
Yes. You mentioned just now that, because he thought you were a sex worker, he figured you'd be okay with “certain things.” What did you mean by that?
Bloody hell, did I say that?

You certainly did. And everybody is dying of curiosity about it!
Oh! Well, uhm, Jared is into quite different, kinky stuff in the bedroom - or wherever. He's unusually creative, and also very domineering. I often find myself doing things I would never have imagined. All wonderful, of course. Just very...different.
Like what? Can’t you give us a clue?
I can't believe I'm going to tell you this, but he likes pervertables.
Pervertables? Do you mean common, everyday items that are perverted from their original use to become sex toys?
Yes, that's exactly what I mean. He does it all the time. When we walk into to a room, I see him looking around, and I just know he's checking for stuff he can use on me. He came grocery shopping with me the other day, and OMG, the things he bought! He’s wicked! And it's really hot knowing that he’s thinking about doing things to me and making plans.
Wow, that is hot! I'm sure everybody would like to know more. We’d also love to know what happened when Jared found out the truth?
Yeah, well I'm not telling! That would totally spoil the story!
I guess you’re right. We’ll leave it at that because we don't want to give away the ending. Thanks for being so candid - you've given us a lot to think about! It was great chatting to you.

Sarah Castille In Your Corner Spotlight Tour

Publishers Weekly Best Summer Reads (Romance) 2014 and starred review!

"You have to go. I won't be able to control myself. I've wanted you so bad for so long and after I've been in the cage...I can't think straight." He gives a guttural groan and his fist clenches on my hip.
Primitive. Primal. His need speaks to me. I tighten my grip on his neck and rock up to kiss him. He takes over. His kiss is hard and demanding.
"Mine." His voice is raw, savage and for a moment I truly believe he may lose control.

He rules in the ring

Two years ago, Jake and Amanda were going hot and heavy. But when Jake wanted more, Amanda walked away. Jake immersed himself in mixed martial arts, living life on the edge. But that didn't dull the pain of Amanda's rejection-until a chance encounter throws them together.
A high-powered lawyer, Amanda was a no-strings-attached kind of girl. But two years after her breakup with Jake, she still hasn't found anyone who gets her heart pumping the way he did. And then he shows up in her boardroom, hot as sin and needing help...

But can he rule her heart?
Jake is darker, sexier, and impossible to resist. As their chemistry builds, Amanda's not sure if she can stay in control, or if she's finally willing to let him claim her body and soul.

Excerpt: In Your Corner

“Don’t move.”

Totally immersed in painting the cupboard, I freeze mid–paint stroke at the sound of Jake’s deep voice behind me.

“What? Am I doing something wrong?”

He closes the distance between us and runs his finger along the back waistband of my gym pants, sending delicious tingles up my spine. Then he slides his hands around my waist, bared by the rise of my T-shirt as I stretch to reach the top of the cupboard with my paintbrush.

“Yes. You look too damn sexy. Do you know what it does to a man when he catches a glimpse of something he isn’t meant to see?”

“I hope it makes him tell the woman she can call off the panic attack and drop her arm,” I mutter as I do just that. “I also hope it makes him decide his hands might be of better use somewhere other than around her waist.”

Jake slides his fingers around to my stomach, resting them just over my mound and his voice drops to a low growl. “I could make use of them here.”

“So says the man who turned down a good offer just the other night at Redemption.” I remove his hands and turn to face him, putting on a brave face while inside I seethe. Who does he think he is coming on to me after brushing me off?

“No games, Jake. You made your position clear. I got that. I’m not interested in being screwed around.”

He presses his hands against the cupboard on either side of my head, caging me with his body. “What are you interested in?”

“Moving on,” I say honestly.

His pulse throbs in his neck and his eyes harden. “With whom?”

“No one right now.”

He gives a satisfied grunt as if I had just cleared up a question in his mind. “Everyone is out back having a good time. You should be there too.”

“There’s a lot of work to do. I want to get it done. The faster I open shop, the faster I can start my lawsuit against Farnsworth.” I slip under his arm and edge along the counter.

“You’ve been working since six o’clock this morning.”

Grabbing a clean cloth from the counter, I make an effort to wipe the grease off my face. “I’m used to working twenty-hour days. I’m not afraid of hard work.” But I am afraid of mercurial fighters who run hot one minute and cold the next.

His face softens, and he takes the cloth from my hand and holds it under the tap. The pipes gurgle when he turns the rusty faucet and water gushes out, skimming over the cloth and trickling into the sink below. Without warning, he lifts me and settles me on the counter.

“You don’t have to work like that anymore.” His voice is calm, soothing. I am momentarily lulled out of work mode and into heat mode as he eases his hips between my legs and reaches to turn off the faucet. “It’s Saturday night. Time to relax and have fun.” With a firm hand, he cups my jaw and then wipes the cloth gently over my nose, forehead, and cheeks.

His gentle touch, the warmth of his hand, his breath, minty and sweet, and his hard body nestled between my thighs all converge in an unbearable rush of sensation. I grab his wrist, forcing his hand away.

“Jake…I’m good. Really. There’s so much to do. I’ll come out when I’m done and I’ve cleaned myself up.”

“I like you this way,” he murmurs. “You look…cute. Real.”


He brushes his thumb over my cheek. “Amanda without the armor. Your clothes, hair, makeup…nothing is perfect. It’s just the real you. I never got to see the real you before.”

Torn between being mortified and pleased, I reach for another cloth. “Real Amanda is covered in dirt and has holes in her sweats.”

He traces a finger down my throat to rest in the hollow at the base of my neck. The room heats to one hundred degrees, and if I’m not mistaken, I hear the sound of my blood boiling.

“I like holes in sweats.” His voice drops, husky and low, and his finger continues its downward journey into the vee of my shirt.


He traces lightly over the crescent of my breast. “I like dirty girls,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t stay away.”

Oh God. Every bit of warmth rushes to my center as his deep, sensual voice ignites one of my dark fantasies. Jake, straddling my bound body, growling commands, telling me what he’s going to do to me in the filthiest language I know. A soft moan escapes my lips and we’re back on the roller coaster again.

“This game you’re playing confuses me.” His heart beats strong against my palm when I lay my hand over his chest.

“Me too.”

“Then what are you doing?”

His eyes take on a feral gleam and my breasts tingle.

“Playing dirty,” he growls. Tangling his hand in my hair, he tugs my head back, exposing my throat to the heated slide of his lips. “Sometimes you have to stop thinking too much and just go with it.”

My breath comes in short pants as he sucks gently on the pulse at the base of my throat. Barely able to form a coherent thought for the pounding of blood in my temples, I scramble for sanity. “There’s too much between us to just go with it. We need to talk…”

His hand closes in my hair, twisting roughly. “Lawyers talk. You don’t look like a lawyer now. You look fucking sexy, and your mouth is all lush and pink and needing to be kissed. You want to talk, Amanda, or you want that kiss?” He nips the hollow at the base of my neck.

Pleasure and pain meld together and I whimper as a heated rush of sensation floods my veins. “Kiss.”

Jake smiles. “My dirty girl wants a dirty kiss.” Holding my face, he slants his mouth over mine and kisses me.

Soft kiss. Sweet kiss. Warm, firm lips tasting faintly of coffee. His five o’clock shadow brushes my chin as his tongue eases my lips open to stroke against mine. My body melts against him as he explores my mouth, leaving nothing untouched. Tongues wind and tangle. Two years of fantasies coalesce in a single rasping breath.

“’S not so dirty,” I mumble against his lips.

“Oh, you don’t know how dirty I can be.” Jake grips my hair and tugs my head back with a firm, hard yank, sending little bolts of lightning straight to my core. Then he kisses me hard and fast. Rough. His teeth scrape my bottom lip as his tongue dives deep, filling me, taking what I have to give and demanding more. The pounding of my heart shifts from lust to fear as he consumes me, and for a moment I worry he has forgotten I need to breathe.

When he breaks the kiss, I draw in a long, ragged breath. “You never kissed me like that before.”

“You were never like this before,” he murmurs, his fingers easing up my shirt, his thumb tracing over the crescent of my breasts. “Raw and open, vulnerable, needing my help. So fucking real.”

My breath catches in my throat as he explores, cupping and squeezing my breasts and then teasing my nipples through my lace bra until they are tight, aching peaks.

“My clothes. Take them off.”



New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Sarah Castille, worked and traveled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes erotic contemporary romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them.

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The first book in the series (all standalone stories), Against the Ropes, was a Publishers Weekly Top Ten Pick for Romance & Erotica for Fall 2013 and was also a #1 Erotic Romance Best seller on Amazon. It also won the JABBIC contest for sexiest cover


New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author
AGAINST THE ROPES - #1 Erotic Romance Best Seller
YIELD TO ME in UNRAVELED - New York Times Best Seller
BARELY UNDERCOVER - Must Read Erotic Romance of the Year 
RIDING DESIRE - New York Times Best Seller