Jack Stone: We Want It Now

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I am waiting with eager anticipation for the new Jack Stone BDSM novel by Viviene Sparx. It is due out on June 30th. When asked about why women are hungering after this sexy hero, listen to what author Vivien Sparx has to say…

1. What will women love most about Jack Stone?

Think women will relate to Jack in a number of ways. Firstly, he’s sexy. As one of the characters says in the first book, “Wild Justice”, Jack is the perfect love affair. He shows up in town for just a few days, and he comes with no complications and no baggage. He’s as sexy as hell and he’s a skilled Dom. He’s the ultimate fantasy, because you know that when he leaves town you will never hear from him again. He won’t phone, he won’t email – he’ll just be that happy sexy memory that makes a woman smile in a secret way every day.

I also think they will relate to his sense of justice. Jack sees something wrong and he does something about it. That’s not how most men react – but it is how most women wish they could react. We get upset over injustices, and so does Jack. So in lost of ways, he strikes a chord with a woman’s sense of right and wrong.

Jack is a man who is accustomed to violence. He’s not a thug. He’s smart, clever, sexy – and not afraid of conflict. Ultimately the good guy wins, but along the way he gets to kick some bad-guy butt. I think women will love the fact that through Jack Stone, they get some sense of wrongs being righted.

2. Why create a character like Jack Stone?

Most of my stories so far have been BDSM-themed stories, featuring the smart, sophisticated, well-dressed Master. And I think that concept has run its course. I think women’s needs from BDSM erotic romance are changing. I think the guy in a suit with a billion dollars has just about had his time. Jack dresses in jeans and t-shirts. He hitchhikes from town to town – and he’s on a mission. I think he’s a different type of BDSM character, and mixed in with the sex is an opportunity to expand the scope of the stories. He’s the rugged tough-guy. He’s a good guy, who deals with bad things in a direct way. He’s very different to all my other characters. You won’t ever see a situation where Jack is indecisive, or conflicted. He’s a black and white kind of guy.

I also think the corporate/claustrophobic BDSM concept is getting tired. Jack Stone works on a really broad canvas. He moves around the country. That gives me a lot more exciting scenarios rather than just the boardroom/penthouse to work in.

3. How will the series work – and how many books will there be in the Jack Stone series?

I don’t know how many books Jack will feature in. A lot, I hope! I really, really like the character. The series is a collection of stand-alone stories. A reader can pick up any one at any time and enjoy what’s on the page without worrying too much about following a particular order. Each book will be its own self-contained story, and no two books will have recurring characters – except for Jack Stone himself. The only book that will need to be read last will be the last one in the series (but I can’t tell you why!)

So as each story is published, they will be stand alone books, and readers can pick any one up in any order and enjoy the sex, the thrills and the action – and the romance.

4. Can you draw comparisons between Jack Stone and Stefan, from the bestselling ‘Her Master’s Kiss’ series?

No. The only thing those two have in common is that they are both men! Whereas Stefan was stubborn, conflicted, haunted by his past and quite tragic and old fashioned in his ways, Jack has none of that baggage to deal with. Jack Stone is a very different man in every way. He’s tougher than Stefan, he’s more focused than Stefan. He’s less conflicted than Stefan and he has totally different values, and totally different ways of solving problems.

5.  Is Jack Stone based on anyone?

No. Jack Stone is a complete creation, but I guess he’s based on some ideals. I like the idea of a man’s man, and I think other women will too, especially after the recent spate of more refined, sophisticated heroes in erotic romance fiction. He’s got a bit of the cowboy in him; the lone man who rides into town and sorts out the bad guys before riding off into the sunset. Likewise, I’m determined to create some strong female characters to weave into the stories. Personally, I’m tired of the naïve innocent virgin who gets swept up by some dark sexy billionaire in a suit. So Jack Stone’s female companions will be women who think and act for themselves. Some will be tough like Jack, others will be smart. Some will be nasty! But they won’t be weak. I can promise you that!

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JACK STONE – WILD JUSTICE

“Are you a good Master, Jack?” she asked softly, still with her head turned away, still with her eyes on someplace else and her hand toying with the button of her dress. When she finally did turn back to search his face with her eyes, they were welled and glistening with unshed tears. “I know you’re accustomed to violence,” she said softly. “Your background, and the man you put in the hospital, not to mention what you did to those men at the diner.  And I know you’re big and broad and muscled,” she paused for a split second, “but somehow I can’t see you as the kind of man who would be brutal with a woman. I can’t see you as the kind of man who would take pleasure from giving pain.”

Stone kept his expression impassive, like he was trying to be transparent, so she could read his eyes and know the truth of his answer.

“No real man ever hurts a woman,” he said. “But some women who enjoy BDSM actually want pain as part of their pleasure. Apart from that, I like sensual torture,” he said. “I prefer the ache of a woman’s anticipation. I prefer to hear her beg for release, rather than cry out in pain. And I prefer the touch of my hands instead of the sting of a whip.”

Lilley’s body seemed to shudder with a sudden convulsion. It was like a ripple that vibrated down her spine. Her lips were parted, and she gave a soft silent little gasp. Without realizing it she had leaned forward as Stone had been speaking, as if she were being drawn to him in the night by his words and the deep steady sound of his voice, so that now the space between them was just a few inches.

‘JACK STONE – WILD JUSTICE’

JUST A TASTE…

“Now, I’d suggest you two gentlemen apologize to the nice lady for your language, and then find another table and sit quietly until you finish your meals. Afterwards we can take this outside if you want to continue.”

The two men scrambled to their feet. The tall one had blood gushing from a broken nose where Stone had crunched his head down on the hard timber surface. His face was an ugly twisted mask of rage. He spat a mouthful of blood onto the diner floor and dragged the back of his hand across his mouth.

“Fuck you, boy!” the man hissed and stabbed a blood-covered finger at Stone. “I’m gonna rip you apart.”

Stone looked to the second guy, sizing him up. He was an inch shorter than the first man, but still a good size.

“Eat first,” Stone said calmly. “Because you won’t be able to afterwards. I guarantee you.”

“Outside!” the first man said again. “Now!”

Stone shrugged. He turned and glanced at the waitress. “Thanks for lunch,” he said. The woman was on the telephone, speaking urgently into the mouthpiece, and Stone paused a moment longer to asked her calmly, “Are the cops on their way?”

The woman looked up from the phone and nodded. Her hands were trembling and her face was pale and frightened. “Good. Tell them to bring the paramedics,” Stone said.

And then he smiled.

– Available from June 30th, 2013

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Deja Voodoo Review

Deja Voodoo

A little magic goes a long way…
Alexandra Belle Boyette is closing in on the big 3-0 and her mama has made it her mission to marry her off. In the tiny parish of Bayou Miste, deep in the Louisiana swamps, finding suitable hubby material can be a challenge—and Alex would rather not rely on magical spells to do the trick. But there is a sexy new man in town who might fit the bill…
Ed Marceaux is in Bayou Miste to safeguard a key witness to a Louisiana Mafia murder. He must keep an eye out for suspicious characters—but the place seems to be full of them! What could be stranger than a woman dressed in a sexy nightgown chasing a naked man down the street? The enchantingly gorgeous Alex Boyette certainly makes it worth his while to find out…
Add a Voodoo spell gone wrong, and voila! madness—and love—ensues.

Title: Deja Voodoo (a Cajun Magic Novel)
Author: Elle James
Genre: Suspense, Contemporary Romance
Length: 187 pages
Release Date: June 2013
ISBN: 978-1-62266-0-827
Imprint: Entangled Suspense

“Action-packed and full of passion—an Elle James book never fails to please.” –Julie Miller, USA Today Best Selling Author

© 2013 Elle James
BAYOU MISTE, LOUISIANA
“Boyette, I hope this idea works.” Edouard Francois Marceau scrunched his smartphone between his ear and shoulder as he sat on the bench by the back door of his rental cottage. With his hands free, he pulled off a muddy boot and dropped it to the porch planks. “If it doesn’t, we may have us one dead witness on our hands, and that bastard Primeaux will get away with murder.”
“Don’t worry, it’ll work,” Ben Boyette, his partner in the Special Criminal Investigations Unit of the Louisiana State Police in Baton Rouge, reassured him. “Did you have any trouble fi nding the old trapper shack?”
Ed snorted. “Did anyone ever tell you GPS devices work best on roads, not waterways? Still, we managed, with a few dead ends and switchbacks. I lose this thing, I’ll have to hire a tracking dog with gills to fi nd Phyllis and Marcus. Holy Jesus, that swamp is a freakin’ maze! Marcus and I counted no less than nine alligators while we were out there. And those were the ones we could see.”
“Did you point them out to our witness?”
“You bet.” Ed shifted the phone to the other ear and attacked
the laces on his other boot. “That ought to make even her stay put.”
Ben chuckled. “You think? After the drug-running, backstabbing Mafi a thugs she’s been shacking up with, the alligators probably looked tame.”
“Good point.” One-handed, Ed tugged at the remaining muddy boot. The phone slipped, and he grabbed for it. “Tell me again why we’re playing babysitter to a witness and why you didn’t take this assignment?”
“Number one, I don’t trust anyone else to get our witness to the courthouse alive. I suspect we have a mole on the force. And I’d have done it, but I’m up to my neck in trials over the serial rapist case.” Ben sighed. “Since I did all the legwork, I’m the one in court. God, I hate courtrooms. But we have to nail this guy so it sticks. Otherwise, I’d be there in a heartbeat. Oh, and I have a pregnant wife at home.”
“Oh, yeah. That. Guess you’re right. Although I’d switch with you in a second. You’re the one with all the experience wrestling alligators.”
“You’ll survive. Hopefully, the only alligator you have to wrestle is my moth—” Ben stopped in midsentence as if he changed his mind about what he was going to say next. “By the way, how are your digs? Mom buy your story?”
“Yeah.” Ed padded through the small cottage, appreciating the homey feel of it. This was the kind of house he’d always pictured belonging to his grandmother. If he’d ever known her. “I hate lying to your mom, though.”
“She’ll get over it. Did my share of fi bbing to get out of doing the lawn a couple times growing up.” He chuckled. “Come to think of it, I can still taste the soap. That woman could see right through every lie. She always caught me. But she loved me anyway.”
“She had to love you, you’re her son.” And Boyette was damned lucky to have her.
“I’m sure your mom did the same.”
“Don’t bet on it. Never knew her.” His voice was a bit harsher than he’d intended. A twinge of longing fl ickered across his subconscious, which he quickly squelched. No use pining after something he never had.
After all these years, he hadn’t realized how much he missed having a mother until he’d met Ben’s. Barbara Boyette was the consummate maternal fi gure. Care and concern written in every smile, wrinkle, and gray hair.
Ben cleared his throat. “Oh, by the way, do you like kids?” Ed pushed his boots to the side and stood. Did he like kids? “Never thought about it. Why?”
“No reason. Did Mom invite you to dinner already?” Ben asked.
“Nope.”
“Don’t worry, she will.”
“Is that bad?”
“Uh, no, not at all.” Ben’s answer was a little too swift for his comfort. “She moves quickly with single men.”
“I’m not single, I’m divorced. There’s a difference. Is there something you’re not telling me?” He tamped down a sudden urge to get out of town. Fast.
“No, no. Nothing at all.” Now Ben’s voice sounded entirely too innocent.
Uh-oh. He should defi nitely run from this small town stuff as fast as his Nikes could take him.
“Mom’s a great cook. She just sometimes cooks up more than her guests are ready to swallow.”
Now he knew for sure Ben was keeping something from him. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
Ben ignored his question. “Okay, so you’re all set, then. Lay low and go fi shing enough to keep Marcus and our girl fed and happy.”
“Gotcha.” He looked around the tiny cottage, the walls closing in on him already. “One question.”
“What’s that?”
“What the hell am I supposed to do with my time for the next few days?”
“Keep an eye open for suspicious characters. Did I mention fi shing? Make this like a vacation, and relax.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever taken a vacation.” He scratched his head and thought back. No, he’d hung out at the offi ce even on annual leave. All that use-or-lose vacation time got lost each year.
“What does one do on a vacation?”
“Sleep until noon, girl-watch, you know, the usual thing.”
“Maybe on Cocoa Beach, but in Bayou Miste? I’d go so far as to say the alligators outnumber the people. I don’t think I’ve seen one live human besides your mother and the marina owner. Tell me, Ben, do they count the alligators in the census?”
Ben’s outright laughter blasted Ed’s ear. “Bayou Miste isn’t that bad. Think about it, you arrived in the middle of the day, right?”
“So?”
“School and work should be getting out by now.” Ben chuckled again. “Just wait.”
He didn’t like the sound of his partner’s laugh, it had a devilish quality. “Wait for what?”
“To meet the family. You’re gonna love them.”
“I thought it was just you and your mother.”
Ben snorted. “Oh, no. I have eighteen brothers and sisters.”
Ed fumbled the phone and almost dropped it. “Holy hell!”
“Yeah, that’s what it’s like around my house after school.”
The introverted halls of Monti-Ed-zuma crashed around his ears.
Nineteen children in one family? What were his parents thinking? Obviously, they hadn’t been thinking, they’d been— Holy crap.
“What have you gotten me into, Boyette?”
“You’re a tough guy, you can handle it.”

Review:

I love anything written by Elle James, especially her Voodoo series! Her characters have spark and the humor is snarky and fun to read. When Alex’s mama decides it is time to marry her off and unsuspecting Ed shows up on an investigation, magical mayhem ensues. The sex is smoking hot and just right for a Cajun flavor of bayou romance.

The Boyette family is full of quirks and there is definitely a whole lot of room for things to go awry with nineteen children running about. Then there is the thing about turning someone into a dog. I will say no more. It reminded me some of the first book where there was a spell cast to turn the male character into a frog so he could fall in love by a certain time or be lost to humanity forever. This had some of those elements. A fun read for a summer afternoon.

Overall, I enjoyed the book and am looking forward to more things by this author.

3.5/5