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Thursday, March 26, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sebastian is Here!
RECKLESS LIAISONS
Kayleigh Jamison
Black Lyon Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-934912-13-3
(Print is available through most major retailers online, and in select bookstores – if yours doesn’t have it, ask!)
Was she a second chance at love—
or his golden opportunity for revenge?
Sebastian Cade, reclusive Duke of Rutland, has gone to great lengths to withdraw from the London society he’s come to despise. Still reeling from betrayal and tragedy, he finds himself powerfully attracted to his lovely new raven-haired ward—so much so that he begins to question the last five years of his life.
When Julia Deveraux awakens in the Duke’s rose garden, the memories flood back. A betrothal she detests. The great black horse stolen from her father. Her near escape … Now under Sebastian’s care, she sees the rumors of his disfigurement are far from true. But will her secret connection to his sworn enemy tear them apart before love brings them together?
"Kayleigh Jamison has written a Regency romance that is titillating and amusing, fast-paced and well-crafted, luscious and seductive all at once. The characters and story will quickly pull you in and leave you wanting more as you turn each page. The author has written a book that has the reader laughing one moment, and feeling hot and bothered the next. I will eagerly be looking for Ms. Jamison's next book."
Night Owl Romance
"Good read! RECKLESS LIAISONS is a well-constructed story with each character having their own voice and distinctive personality. It is a historical account of London society filled with Dukes, Earls and debutantes that makes you wish you too were a Lady or Gent. Never a dull moment, this story is engaging with its well constructed climaxes and conversational tone. This intriguing story involves all my favorites: gentlemen, galas, power, deceit, handsome faces and of course romance."
Coffee Time Romance
Thursday, February 5, 2009
His Grace is Pleased...
Danya at Night Owl Romance has reviewed Reckless Liaisons, and it's good news:
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"Kayleigh Jamison has written a Regency romance that is titillating and amusing, fast-paced and well-crafted, luscious and seductive all at once. The characters and story will quickly pull you in and leave you wanting more as you turn each page. The author has written a book that has the reader laughing one moment, and feeling hot and bothered the next. I will eagerly be looking for Ms. Jamison’s next book."
The book will be released March 1st. Stay tuned for a great contest to gear up for release, coming soon!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The Spoils of War Now Available!
Love's Immortal Pantheon: The Spoils of War
By: Kayleigh JamisonPublished By: Tease Publishing LLC
ISBN # 978-1-60767-028-5
Word Count: 6,000
Heat Index
Categories: Paranormal/Horror Historical Regency Short Stories
Available in: Adobe Acrobat
Price: $1.99Victory always comes with a price.
The Duke of Wellington, hailed as one of the greatest military generals in English history, defeated Napoleon and brought peace back to Europe. But what if he had help? And what if that help was the god of war and manliness? What would a bored immortal ask for in return?
The Duke of Wellington, hailed as one of the greatest military generals in English history, defeated Napoleon and brought peace back to Europe. But what if he had help? And what if that help was the god of war and manliness? What would a bored immortal ask for in return?
The Duke of Wellington was not pleased to be roused in the middle of the night by a visit to his bedchamber. Clad only in his dressing gown and heavy red velvet robe, he sat in the large overstuffed chair by the fireplace, a tumbler of brandy in one hand and a smoking cheroot in the other. Irritation sketched across the hard, battle-weary lines of his face as he regarded his guest. "I wondered when you would come," he grumbled. The visit was not unexpected, nor was the hour. The first time he'd entertained the Greek god of war had been at a similar uncouth time five years before, though then he'd been in his tent, and not sleeping, too consumed with worry over the possibility of defeat at the hands of Napoleon. Of course, then he'd had a pistol and sword nearby; he wished he had them now, though he knew they'd have little effect upon a god. Prior experience had taught him that, as well.
"I've given you time to rest now that you're home," Ares replied calmly. His accent was subtle, unidentifiable, but distinct. "I upheld my end of our bargain. The little Frenchman is defeated, you have your victory, and your glory. Now I want my prize."
"You must, at long last, tell me what it is you desire," the general countered. Victory for you, the spoils of war for me, Ares had proposed. You won't tell me precisely what you want, Wellington had countered, because you think I'm too desperate to care. The god had smiled and simply replied, yes. And he'd been correct.
Ares shrugged his well-muscled shoulders. He was dressed oddly, as he'd been in that first meeting, a linen tunic barely visible beneath a silver and gold breastplate, with large black horses decorating the sculpted pectorals, flame and smoke curling from their nostrils. A cast brass and silver belt circled his waist, and thick leather pteruges hung from waist to knee. The ensemble was topped with a blood red cape, fastened around his shoulders with a gold, jewel-encrusted pendant the size of a fist. On his feet were sandals with straps that wrapped around his feet and ankles, leather styled with more gold. The outfit of a Roman warrior, one who preferred his Greek name. "A simple thing, given your influence and status. I want a woman."
Monday, January 5, 2009
Can I Please Count On Your Vote? :)
I'm sending out a humble plea to all my friends and family asking for your votes at, Preditors & Editors! I would be ever so greatful!! Just click onto the links below and they'll take you to the voting polls.
Much love!
Skyler
I've been nominated at Preditors & Editors for,
Best Romance Novel - Chamberlain's Knight
http://www.critters.org/predpoll/novelr.shtml
Best Erotica - Chamberlain's Knight
http://www.critters.org/predpoll/novelerot.shtml
Best Romance Short Stories - The Black Rose
http://www.critters.org/predpoll/shortstoryr.shtml
Best Anthology - Torrid Teaser Volume #52
http://www.critters.org/predpoll/antho.shtml
http://skylersromance.tripod.com/skylerscove
Much love!
Skyler
I've been nominated at Preditors & Editors for,
Best Romance Novel - Chamberlain's Knight
http://www.critters.org/predpoll/novelr.shtml
Best Erotica - Chamberlain's Knight
http://www.critters.org/predpoll/novelerot.shtml
Best Romance Short Stories - The Black Rose
http://www.critters.org/predpoll/shortstoryr.shtml
Best Anthology - Torrid Teaser Volume #52
http://www.critters.org/predpoll/antho.shtml
http://skylersromance.tripod.com/skylerscove
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Good news
I'm very pleased to at last be able to share some news I've been sitting on for a while.
I've signed a contract for Reckless Liaisons with Black Lyon (and yes, it's a Regency!). My first full-length novel in over two years has found itself a home, and is tentatively due on the shelves (in paperback and ebook) in March, 2009. I am thrilled to be part of the Black Lyon family, amongst some very talented authors.
Right now I'm hard at work on the sequel, A Compromising Evening, as well as preparing for final exams.
I look forward to sharing more details about the book as it comes closer to release.
-K
I've signed a contract for Reckless Liaisons with Black Lyon (and yes, it's a Regency!). My first full-length novel in over two years has found itself a home, and is tentatively due on the shelves (in paperback and ebook) in March, 2009. I am thrilled to be part of the Black Lyon family, amongst some very talented authors.
Right now I'm hard at work on the sequel, A Compromising Evening, as well as preparing for final exams.
I look forward to sharing more details about the book as it comes closer to release.
-K
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Unspeakable Now Available
Erotic Romance: Regency, Historical/Period
ISBN: 978-1-60435-262-7
Cover Artist: Shirley Burnett
Editor: WRFG
Word Count: 12,830
Release Date: November 06, 2008
Trevor Caufield has always prided himself on being a consummate rake...until a clandestine meeting with a mysterious, strangely silent woman in a darkened hallway. Setting out to pursue Emma Hatton with purely selfish intentions, he discovers emotions that transcend his formerly uncomplicated existence and teach him that true love has no need for words.
“Ah, silence,” he muttered, rounding a corner and slipped deeper into the house. His steps were unhurried, and the leisurely pace saved him from walking straight into the petite form that blocked his path just after the turn.
The woman stared at him with wide, doe—eyes. She was radiantly beautiful in the dimly lit corridor, the rays of moonlight illuminating the golden tresses of her hair, which spilled over her shoulders in rich, enticing waves. She didn't have the look of a servant girl; her dress, though out—of—date, was far too elegant. Her pixie—like face was soft but refined, with a small, button nose and full, pouty lips that made him, without thinking, lick his own in anticipation. Her eyebrows, the same golden blonde as her hair, were fine and sculpted, arching over eyes that, even in the dim light, he saw were a sparkling, crystalline blue.
“My apologies, Madame, I didn't intend to frighten you,” Trevor soothed, recovering from his momentary shock and offering her a charming half—smile. Where have you been hiding? he wanted to ask instead.
Her eyes widened another fraction, but she said nothing.
“Truly, I thought myself alone,” he continued and flashed another smile. “Had I known I would encounter such an enchanting gem hidden away in this dark hall, I would have brought two glasses.” He lifted the champagne flute to his lips, watching her carefully over the rim.
Still no response from her. Were it not for the slight tremble of her lower lip, Trevor would have begun to wonder if she was a statue – or perhaps a life—sized doll. Yes, she resembled the dolls his little sister had played with as a child, her skin smooth and pale as porcelain, eyelashes almost freakishly long, fanning against the ridge of her eyebrows.
“Am I such a terrifying sight?”
More maddening silence.
He changed tactics. Trevor reached for her hand, half expecting her to jump backwards out of his reach. She didn't, and allowed him to grasp her fingers lightly, giving them a squeeze. Her skin was soft and silky, and he felt a jolt of warmth at the contact. “Are you ill, Madame? Hurt?”
She shook her head just the slightest bit – a minute gesture, the shimmer it stirred amongst her flaxen curls the only indication that she'd moved at all. Her hand remained limp in his much larger palm.
“Damnit, woman, say something, would you? Anything,” he exclaimed.
She shook her head again, this time with more force, and gave his hand a squeeze. Rather than pulling out of his grip, as he expected her to do, she allowed her hand to stay where it was, giving a second squeeze with her fingers.
“Well, good. We've established you're real, and I'm real,” Trevor said. “Now, I really must insist that you…” That she what, Caufield? Exactly what is it you want her to do?
A rustling from around the corner caused him to abandon his thought process. His companion stiffened, and he heard her sharp intake of breath. Before he could stop her she'd pulled her hand free and was running down the hallway.
“Wait!” Trevor called. “At least allow me your name!”
She paused long enough to cast a final, mournful glance over her shoulder, and then disappeared into the shadows.
The woman stared at him with wide, doe—eyes. She was radiantly beautiful in the dimly lit corridor, the rays of moonlight illuminating the golden tresses of her hair, which spilled over her shoulders in rich, enticing waves. She didn't have the look of a servant girl; her dress, though out—of—date, was far too elegant. Her pixie—like face was soft but refined, with a small, button nose and full, pouty lips that made him, without thinking, lick his own in anticipation. Her eyebrows, the same golden blonde as her hair, were fine and sculpted, arching over eyes that, even in the dim light, he saw were a sparkling, crystalline blue.
“My apologies, Madame, I didn't intend to frighten you,” Trevor soothed, recovering from his momentary shock and offering her a charming half—smile. Where have you been hiding? he wanted to ask instead.
Her eyes widened another fraction, but she said nothing.
“Truly, I thought myself alone,” he continued and flashed another smile. “Had I known I would encounter such an enchanting gem hidden away in this dark hall, I would have brought two glasses.” He lifted the champagne flute to his lips, watching her carefully over the rim.
Still no response from her. Were it not for the slight tremble of her lower lip, Trevor would have begun to wonder if she was a statue – or perhaps a life—sized doll. Yes, she resembled the dolls his little sister had played with as a child, her skin smooth and pale as porcelain, eyelashes almost freakishly long, fanning against the ridge of her eyebrows.
“Am I such a terrifying sight?”
More maddening silence.
He changed tactics. Trevor reached for her hand, half expecting her to jump backwards out of his reach. She didn't, and allowed him to grasp her fingers lightly, giving them a squeeze. Her skin was soft and silky, and he felt a jolt of warmth at the contact. “Are you ill, Madame? Hurt?”
She shook her head just the slightest bit – a minute gesture, the shimmer it stirred amongst her flaxen curls the only indication that she'd moved at all. Her hand remained limp in his much larger palm.
“Damnit, woman, say something, would you? Anything,” he exclaimed.
She shook her head again, this time with more force, and gave his hand a squeeze. Rather than pulling out of his grip, as he expected her to do, she allowed her hand to stay where it was, giving a second squeeze with her fingers.
“Well, good. We've established you're real, and I'm real,” Trevor said. “Now, I really must insist that you…” That she what, Caufield? Exactly what is it you want her to do?
A rustling from around the corner caused him to abandon his thought process. His companion stiffened, and he heard her sharp intake of breath. Before he could stop her she'd pulled her hand free and was running down the hallway.
“Wait!” Trevor called. “At least allow me your name!”
She paused long enough to cast a final, mournful glance over her shoulder, and then disappeared into the shadows.
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