Perv releases this Thursday!

Perv-Becca_Jameson-500x800I’m so excited about this week’s release. Perv, and all the other books in this series, The Fight Club, are among my favorites to date! With a mixture of MMA and D/s, how can you go wrong? hehe

Perv, the second book in the series, will release this Thursday, September 4, with Hartwood Publishing.

If you’d like to read an excerpt, just click on the book cover and it will direct you to my site. :) Enjoy!

Becca Jameson

Here’s a blurb:

Jenna Mathews has nothing on her mind except making sure her best friend’s wedding is perfect in every way. As the maid of honor and the florist, she needs to keep on task. However, she is in no way prepared for the sexy best man who slides into place at the last second for the wedding rehearsal. He flusters her from the moment he arrives and manages to tip her world on its axis before the night is over. But Jenna isn’t ready for his world, and besides, she has family issues to deal with and has no interest in divulging the truth about who she really is.

Mason Simmons can’t believe he is falling for a vanilla woman at his best friend’s wedding of all places. Even though both the bride and the groom warn him to stay away from the maid of honor, he isn’t able to keep his hands to himself. He’s a smart man, though. No matter how hard he gets every time he’s with Jenna, he still knows she isn’t the type to enjoy either of his favorite pastimes—MMA fighting and BDSM. What he really needs to do is get her out of his system so he can move on.

But things don’t work out as planned for either Jenna or Mason. Every time they are together, the heat rises. Neither of them is capable of turning the flames down. Jenna proves to be far less vanilla at heart, shocking herself as well as Mason. The fighting is almost more than she can handle, but when Mason takes her to his club, Extreme, she finds herself titillated beyond what either of them expected.

Just when things are looking up, Jenna’s family enters the picture to rock the boat. Can their relationship survive the extreme turbulence? Secrets are one thing, but Jenna has a pile she wished she never had to divulge.

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Prymal Obsession Cover!

Prymal_Obsession-Jianne_Carlo-mockupYesterday, Georgia Woods, the CEO of Hartwood Publishing, sent me the cover for Book Two in the PRYMAL series, Prymal Obsession. I can’t resist sharing this scrumptious cover with everyone.

Isn’t my hero Alpha Rogue shifter, Brut Jurango, lickable?

His tats are eternal symbols of each of the butchered members of  his pack.



Here’s the blurb for Prymal Obsession:

The primal call of Mate Claim sparks a battle among the three species of shifters—Wylfen, Feral, & Rogue—and has for generations. These violent feuds incite hunts by humankind, driving shifters near extinction. To protect their people the aristocratic Wylfen ban the practice of Mate Claim. When a Rogue alpha claims a Wylfen female, the mated pair forms a coalition with a Feral male. An alliance is created: Prymal, a new species & pack born of Rogue, Wylfen, & Feral. And war begins…

Brut Jurango’s pack is one of butt-ugly misfits, and he’s devoted to each and every member. When his mate and his entire pack are slaughtered, he lives for one sole purpose–revenge. Brut’s a mixed breed, wolf, panther, and human. He had a mate, and shifters are supposed to have only one in a lifetime. So why can’t he resist Sidonie Walker’s call? Or is this just one more lie proliferated by the Wylfen?

Excerpt – Prymal Obsession:

The pipes groaned and yanked Sid out of her wretched self-pity. She stamped her foot. A trick taught to her by Larry Spector, her motivational coach cum mental and physical boot camp trainer.

Fight cerebral paralysis with physical activity.

When you’re depressed, get moving. Her actions jerky, she peeled the sodden garments from her chilled flesh, slid the door open, and tossed the clothes into the sink.

It had been over half a decade since she’d taken control of her life. She’d had to claw and scrape to become her own person, and by all the gods in the universe, she wasn’t ceding that power to anyone. Not even Brut Jurango.

“No more thinking about Brut Jurango.” Another Larry Spector tenet, vocalize your intentions and then act upon them. Sid nudged the door closed. “I’m not a coward. No more knee-jerk reactions.”

No more being too terrified to pee.

She adjusted the water temperature, waited for the goose bumps to dissipate, and grabbed the shampoo. While she washed her hair and showered, Sid analyzed all that had happened in the last few weeks.

Davy had vanished three weeks ago.

He’d gone with a buddy to Cabo San Lucas, to party yes, but also to check out a recently two-starred Michelin farm-to-table restaurant. It was a weekend trip, and Sid hadn’t been worried when Davy didn’t show up on Monday. Davy was a creature of impulse and his timeliness suffered constantly because of it.

When Davy didn’t contact her by Monday night, Sid phoned him only to have the call go to voice mail. She texted him repeatedly. By Tuesday she’d started to panic. The Grape Escape’s grand opening loomed, she had no chef, and worse, the boy-man she considered a younger brother had disappeared.

“Where are you Davy?” Sid thunked her head on the tiles and turned off the shower. She had stayed sane since Davy vanished by not letting her mind wander to Davy being tortured or raped. “Lycus went to the East Coast. Why? Is what Davy’s involved in linked to our culinary school?”

The shower door slid open.

Sid froze. The steam blurred her vision. The bathroom exhaust fan went on overdrive and the thick mists cleared to reveal Brut Jurango, arms outstretched. A chocolate bath sheet hung tautly between his hands.

Her palms itched to yank into the instinctive cup-her-breasts defensive reaction. Instead, she glued her wrists to her sides. Didn’t attempt to hide her truculent outrage or her nudity. “What do you want?”

His mouth curved. “That’s been obvious from day one, Sidonie.”

Now ain’t that a zesty way to start the work week?

And now onto the crucial Bingo Clue:

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If you are not playing Love, Lust and Laptops Bingo Game it’s not too late (we just started on Monday! — and there is no Bingo yet!)

We have several Bingo cards left. You can get the previous clues and rules at

Email for a board, she’ll send one to you. (only one entry per person please)

Merry Munchy Monday!



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Caffeine and Bingo

Life without Caffeine…day three…

I never considered myself dependent on caffeine. I drink an occasional cup of coffee, but not often. Sure, I have like two…maybe four…cups of hot tea in the morning, but it isn’t coffee.

So imagine my surprise when I went to the doctor earlier this week for a checkup and the first thing he did after taking my blood pressure was tell me to nix the caffeine.



But, I’m innocent, I tell ya!

He laughed, shook his head, and then said, “No more caffeine.”

Okay, fine. I keep decaf on hand, I can handle it.

Ladies and gentlemen, day one was fine. Until about 8 pm when I finally sat down on the sofa and was out like a light.

Day two? Perfectly fine. But then 8 pm rolled around, and I crashed and burned.

I am now on day three of no caffeine, Friday night, I have plans that require me to leave the house. I’m a bit terrified that I’m going to fall asleep before I even leave the house!

I didn’t get headaches or grouchiness. I may have been a bit more scatterbrained (don’t laugh!) but overall, I thought I was doing okay. Apparently, though, caffeine is what was keeping me alive and kicking after the sun went down.

How could I have been so dependent and not known it? Those addictions are sneaky, I tell ya.

Anyway, I realized how little I actually know about caffeine, so I did a little research and learned a few things.

  • Caffeine is a psychoactive drug and is used by most adults daily.
  • After digestion, it can take up to 45 minutes for the effects of caffeine to begin and they wear off within three hours.
  • The natural bitterness of caffeine is used as a pest deterrent in plants.
  • It is recommended that adults not consume more than 300mg of caffeine a day. Most adults average over 600mg.
  • And the most interesting thing…even decaffeinated beverages have some traces of caffeine in them. Boo!

We’re not going to listen to the last one. Excuse me while I double up on my decaffeinated tea.

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Collecting Romance Books and Another Bingo Clue

Hot ZoneOne of my all-time favorite authors has another book out.  Jayne Ann Krentz (and all her pen names) is a must-buy, must-read author for me.  Always has been and always will be.  [See her new book to the left - I just received mine on Tuesday and am saving it for the weekend and uninterrupted reading time!]

And as it is usual with my favorite, go-to authors, I must have all her back list on my shelves so I can re-read her earlier books at my leisure.  Now, JAK has written a lot of books since she was first published in 1980.

Her pen names include Jayne Ann Krentz, Jayne Castle, Amanda Quick, Jayne Bentley, Jayne Taylor, Amanda Glass, and Stephanie James.

I own all of her books, under all her names, but 6 books.  Yes, all of them but 6.  The six I am missing are four of her Jayne Bentley books (A Moment Past Midnight, 1980; Maiden of the Morning, 1980; Hired Husband, 1981; and Sabrina’s Scheme, 1981) and two of her Jayne Castle books (Queen of Hearts, 1980, and Vintage of Surrender, 1980).

Sometime in the mid-1990s, I made it my goal to own everything she has ever written — and the only reason I don’t have those last few is scarcity and, when available, cost.  I do have some of her very early books in the original paperbacks that now cost a bundle, but I found them in small town used bookstores, the Goodwill, or through the kindness of my fellow book-a-holics. :)

My aspiration as an author — is to be like Jayne.  I hope for a long writing career.  I would also love to have fans who’d like to own all my books –probably the highest compliment any fan can give an author.

So, Jayne Ann Krentz, if you read this, please know, I LOVE your writing.  You have given me many enjoyable hours. Thank you.

BTW, I also have extensive collections of  JD Robb’s In Death series (ALL of them and I re-read the books every year beginning on Thanksgiving Day), Elizabeth Lowell, Donna Leon, Elizabeth Peters, Mary Stewart, and Kay Hooper. Yes, I am a book-a-holic. And, yes, I have a lot of bookshelves.

Now, please share any authors you collect religiously. Maybe I can find a new author to whom I can become addicted. ;)

Here’s the next Bingo Clue – this is to win a download of KaLyn Cooper’s Explosive Combination! Since this is KaLyn’s first book, you can start your book collection of her books from the very beginning.

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Work In Progress and The Next BINGO Clue

As with most authors, I am on deadline.

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This one is self-imposed. At the beginning of the year, I created a business plan and set specific goals for 2014.

My next goal is to publish a Christmas novel which should have been completed by the end of July, according to The Plan.

Life happened and the story didn’t. Well, that’s not exactly accurate. I was extremely busy with family obligations in July, but I did write almost every day.

The story happened, and it happened, and more of it happened. I just hadn’t reached the end when planned. What I had hoped would be about 55,000 words didn’t work out that way.

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When I reached 40,000, my hero and heroine were finally having sex, but there was a lot more to the story yet to be told.

I’m currently at 57,000 and it’s moving along well. I figure I’ll finish somewhere around 75-80,000 words by the first week in September.

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For today’s blog I thought I’d share some visuals with you that I used when writing A Cancun Christmas. It’s a working title and has changed several times already, but goes with the next in this series, A Cancun Crisis.

Stay tuned for more updates on my work in progress.


Playing BINGO with us? The next winner receives an eBook copy of Explosive Combination, my most recent release. Here’s today’s clue:

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A trailer and a new cover!

My friends, it feels as if it’s been forever since I’ve been able to treat you to a sexy new cover, but today’s the day. As my faithful readers know, Predator’s Fire, Gemini Island Shifters 5, comes Sept. 8. You will find it that day at, as well as Amazon, ARE, to be followed at B&N and Kobo and other locations.

And we have cover!


Graphic artist Lyn Taylor, who has created all my Gemini Island Shifters books, did an amazing job. She has consistently made covers for me that truly reflect my characters, and found a way to make each of these covers unique, while retaining that magical Gemini Island flair. Thank you and big hugs to Lyn!

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And now, to go along with that sexy cover, I have a new trailer for the book, created by the wonderful Nita Banks at The Book Chick. You can request a hot trailer from her here:

The Book Chick takes so much time, crafting videos with style and love, and I thank her for all she’s done for me. The Predator’s Fire trailer is here for your viewing pleasure.

Thanks to all my readers for their constant interest and enthusiasm. You folks keep me going and I lurve you. That’s right, LURVE.

Need a new BINGO clue? Here you go!

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Another Clue!! Yes, we’re still playing!

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Despite having a winner last week, we still have a goodie to give away from KaLynn, so we’re going to play until we get another winner. Get out those bingo boards and check out this clue….

In the meantime, If you’re not playing along, check out my newest release, Her Lieutenant, by my alter ego Theodora Lane, who writes traditional romance. Her_Lieutenant-Theodora_Lane-500x800 As you can see, it’s a historical set in 1600’s Russia, starring Arisha Bagry, a young woman in exile, and Lieutenant Alexei Zolvar, a young lieutenant who’d rather be fighting than bringing her back to her family. The sparks between these two fly, and I had a blast writing their dialogue. Here’s an example….

Looking into her fierce blue eyes, Alexei knew this would be a battle of wills. Damnation. Every cursed mile back to Bagry would be hard fought, with little gain for him in the end. Just another “Well done, Lieutenant Zolvar” and “We’ve got another mission for you that no one wants, Lieutenant Zolvar.”

“Nonetheless, you are going.” He straightened and faced her.

Ignoring him, she gathered the small bundles sitting on her desk, along with the apples, and placed them in a blue cloth bag. Removing her embroidered shawl, she exchanged it for a dark gray woolen traveling cloak and headed down the aisle to the door.

She was leaving.

Without him.

He followed her as fast as he could without running. It was undignified for an officer to chase a woman down in the streets, that’s what corporals were for.

“Where do you think you are going?” he barked.

“Home.” She flipped her hand at him, as if brushing him off.

She headed down a lane leading away from the cottage, putting distance between them. Forgoing dignity, Alexei broke into a run, jerked Ruj’s reins from the branch, and followed. She strode, hands in tight fists as they pumped at her sides.

He cursed under his breath—the woman, the mission, Captain Cherburko, and as always, his damn luck.

Dragging a reluctant Ruj behind him, he realized he had been a fool to think this would be an easy mission.

The narrow path opened into another clearing revealing a larger stone cottage with a thatched roof surrounded by a low stone wall. Dropping Ruj’s reins, Alexei put on a burst of speed and almost reached her.

Pushing open a creaking wooden gate, she stepped through, and with a small push from her, it swung back and cracked Alexei on his knee. He bit his lip, keeping back an oath.

She was to the door.

Throwing himself forward to make it there in time, he wedged his boot in the gap as she spun and slammed the door shut.

“Jesus wept!” This time, he could not hold back. “I think you have broken my foot.” He groaned through clenched teeth. She-devil? A hellcat.

“That’s what you get for trying to drag me off against my will.” She leaned against the door, one blue eye glaring at him through the crack. “If you do not leave me alone, I will call…a…a…”

“Druzhina?” By the narrowing of her eye, he knew he had scored his mark.

“No. A large farm hand. With a scythe.”

“Well, there do not seem to be any out here. Have you got one in there with you?” he drawled.

With a very feminine growl, she slammed her body against the door again. Alexei winced but held firm. Did breaking into her house and dragging her out constitute appropriate treatment? Or would he be taken out and beheaded with his own sword when she reported his behavior to her father?

Reason first. Death last.

“I am not finished with you.” His voice boomed against the wooden door.

“Well, I am finished with you. You are dismissed. Go away,” she ordered.

“You cannot order me, Lady Bagry. I take my orders from only three people, the Tsar, the General of the Druzhina, and my commanding officer. You are not on that list.”

She growled. “No one orders me, not even my father has that right anymore.” She fell against the door again. It would be a wonder if he could walk after this.

So much for reason. What lay between that and death? Force? Trickery? Bribery? Seduction? Damnation?

Taking a deep breath, he braced himself. He threw his shoulder against the door and it flew open. He fell forward and sprawled on the stone floor.

Rolling onto his back, he groaned and felt his nose. No blood, at least.

Arisha stood over him, hands on her hips, eyes narrowed, and the fiercest frown he had seen from her yet. That look might make a sane man flee, but not a Druzhina.

It’s available now at all the regular places….
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