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Monday, October 23, 2017

BLOG TOUR & REVIEW ~~ IN TOO DEEP (DOING BAD THINGS SERIES, #2) BY JORDAN MARIE @Author_JordanM @ArdentPRose











I did a bad thing.

I did a really bad thing.

I’m not a bad person, I swear. I just made a few mistakes.

Mistake number one was agreeing to rent my hotel out to an insufferable a**hole, named Aden Smith­.

Mistake number two was ignoring his threats to sue me when he handed over a list of items he deemed “unacceptable”.

Mistake number three was diving into the pool to save his life when he fell. It would have been less complicated to hide his body.

When the hospital refuses to let me know how he is, I panic.

Claiming to be his wife might be my biggest mistake yet—especially when he believes me!

He might have been the one drowning, but I’m sinking in a bed of lies, going down fast—and there’s not a rescue in sight.


VIDA'S REVIEW

When in doubt lie your way through it the best way you know how. That's exactly what Hope did but in no way did she think that the man she was lying too would be the man that she inevitably fall for. Aden is a movie star who had his share of bad luck and decided to walk offset and give him self a much need break where no one and any one would know who he was. Too bad for him the place he decided to go was off the beaten path with a owner who gave as just as she got. Hope threw everything she had into turning her inheritance into something that would support her and her son not knowing that the first tenant she had is use to getting his way. Tempers flare and lust burn brightly but when Aden finds out the truth will he stand by her or walk away. This is a book you don't want to miss out on, another hit for the indescribable Jordan Marie.

Aden

I planned to apologize. Really—I did. I was dreading it. In my experience when you apologize to a woman you show them weakness, and with weakness they smell blood. It never ends well. Still, I shouldn’t have said what I did about her. I was going to the office to say I’m sorry, see if there was literature about where I can find a place with take-out food and leave—quickly. 
One thing stops me. 
I open the door to the office and this small boy comes running out at me, completely naked. He slaps his hands against my legs, just reaching above my knee. I stop quickly so I don’t plow him over. 
“You my Daddy?” he asks. I know nothing about kids, but I do know one of the last things I ever want to hear from one are those words. His question strikes fear in my heart, but the fact his hands are covered in some dark brown unknown substance terrifies me. I watch as it smears across the legs of my favorite jeans. I’m not sure what it is, but he’s not wearing any clothes—including a diaper. Do kids his size wear diapers? 
“Jack! You get back here right now young man!” 
“Daddy!” 
The child screams the name like it’s being torn from his heart, the moment White’s cousin captures him in her arms and pulls him away. The scream is so piercing I wince. 
“Do you need something?” she asks over the noise. Her face instantly hardens, whereas just a moment ago she was smiling, even chasing after her son. 
“Does he belong to you?” I ask, all thoughts of giving an apology gone. My voice is that of a growl really. It seems this woman brings out the worst in me. 
“I—”
“He destroyed my clothes.” 
Her eyes go round and briefly I notice she has brown eyes…almost as dark as whatever the child rubbed all over me. 
“Daddy!” he screams again, and the woman’s face blushes a deep red. 
“Hush, Jack. That’s not your Daddy,” she hisses.
“He doesn’t know who his father is?” I don’t bother keeping the censure out of my voice. This entire revelation doesn’t surprise me. I’m making a mental note to punch White in the face the next time I see him. 
“It’s just chocolate. It will come out of your pants. You should probably flush it with club soda or…” 
“Do I look like I do laundry?” 
“Well—”
“Does your hotel even have laundry service?”
“There’s a laundry mat in town,” she says defensively. 
“Charming.”
“Daddy!” the child screams again. 
“Listen, Jack and I were—”
“Wrestling in chocolate?” 
“Is there something you need?” she all but growls, her face tight with irritation.




Want to catch up on Going Down Hard, Book 1 in the Doing Bad Things series?


A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.









Tuesday, October 17, 2017

RELEASE BLITZ & REVIEW ~~ IN TOO DEEP (DOING BAD THINGS, #2) BY JORDAN MARIE @ArdentPRose @Author_JordanM









I did a bad thing.

I did a really bad thing.

I’m not a bad person, I swear. I just made a few mistakes.

Mistake number one was agreeing to rent my hotel out to an insufferable a**hole, named Aden Smith­.

Mistake number two was ignoring his threats to sue me when he handed over a list of items he deemed “unacceptable”.

Mistake number three was diving into the pool to save his life when he fell. It would have been less complicated to hide his body.

When the hospital refuses to let me know how he is, I panic.

Claiming to be his wife might be my biggest mistake yet—especially when he believes me!

He might have been the one drowning, but I’m sinking in a bed of lies, going down fast—and there’s not a rescue in sight.





VIDA'S REVIEW

When in doubt lie your way through it the best way you know how. That's exactly what Hope did but in no way did she think that the man she was lying too would be the man that she inevitably fall for. Aden is a movie star who had his share of bad luck and decided to walk offset and give him self a much need break where no one and any one would know who he was. Too bad for him the place he decided to go was off the beaten path with a owner who gave as just as she got. Hope threw everything she had into turning her inheritance into something that would support her and her son not knowing that the first tenant she had is use to getting his way. Tempers flare and lust burn brightly but when Aden finds out the truth will he stand by her or walk away. This is a book you don't want to miss out on, another hit for the indescribable Jordan Marie.



Want to catch up on Going Down Hard, Book 1 in the Doing Bad Things series?


A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.







Monday, August 14, 2017

COVER REVEAL ~~ IN TOO DEEP BY JORDAN MARIE @ArdentPRose @Author_JordanM







I did a bad thing.

I did a really bad thing.

I’m not a bad person, I swear. I just made a few mistakes.

Mistake number one was agreeing to rent my hotel out to an insufferable a**hole, named Aden Smith­.

Mistake number two was ignoring his threats to sue me when he handed over a list of items he deemed “unacceptable”.

Mistake number three was diving into the pool to save his life when he fell. It would have been less complicated to hide his body.

When the hospital refuses to let me know how he is, I panic.

Claiming to be his wife might be my biggest mistake yet—especially when he believes me!

He might have been the one drowning, but I’m sinking in a bed of lies, going down fast—and there’s not a rescue in sight.




Photographer : Golden Czermak with Furious Fotog
Design : Robin Harper with Wicked By Design
Model : Stuart Reardon


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A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.











Thursday, January 19, 2017

RELEASE BLITZ & GIVEAWAY ~~ SHAFTED (DEVIL'S BLAZE MC, #4) BY JORDAN MARIE @Author_JordanM



She’s barely legal. He’s more than twice her age.
None of it matters.
He’s about to show her why he’s nicknamed SHAFT.


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Blurb

She’s barely legal. He’s more than twice her age.

None of it matters.

He’s about to show her why he’s nicknamed SHAFT.

Bree

Until Jax, I’ve never even had an interest in boys.
That’s just the thing though. Jax isn’t a boy.
He’s all man.
First, I gave him my innocence.
Second, I gave him my heart.
But when my family finds out about us…
I just hope I don’t get him killed.
  
Jax

She’s the granddaughter of a rival club’s President.
She’s barely legal and way too innocent for me.
I’m too old. Too hardened by life, but one taste of her and it’s too late.
I’ve claimed her as my own.
And I’ll die before I let anyone take her away from me.
Unfortunately, it might just come to that.
Bree says we’re soul mates.
Fated for each other.
When I’m staring down the barrel of a gun about to lose everything.
It seems like life fate might have given me the shaft.


Chapter One

Shaft
     “Fuck man,” I groan, all but falling down in the chair.
     “Rough day old man?”  Briar asks, and I flip him off.  Bastard has a right to laugh. He and his old lady, Stephanie conveniently picked today to spend at Cumberland Falls.  Conveniently, because today is the day the rest of the brothers and myself worked like fucking dogs, fixing up the outside of the club for BB and Diego’s birthdays. BB is a nickname for Torch and Katie’s little boy, and Diego is the president, Skull and his old lady Beth’s son. The two women are sisters and somehow managed to have kids on the exact same day just minutes apart. The Pres is going all out to make sure there’s a huge celebration for the boys’ second birthday.
     It sure as hell don’t feel like they should be two already. Time flies fast, and damn if my body ain’t living proof of that today. I feel old all the way down to my bones. I’ve been a sworn in member of the Devil’s Blaze for the last two years, getting the nod from the other members during all that shit with Beth, Katie and the fucking Donahues.
     It’s what I wanted, what I worked for, not even minding that I was serving as a pledge with men ten or more years younger than me.  Now at forty, I’m probably one of the oldest members. It didn’t used to bother me, but lately I’m feeling like I missed out on something. Especially when men my age, or close to it have all settled down with old ladies, and here I am alone.
     It’s not like I haven’t had relationships, I have. It’s just none of them are even slightly memorable. More often than not, I wish to hell I could forget them. I look through the room and it’s mostly quiet. The new prospects are partying with a few of the club girls.  Even that—easy pussy, doesn’t interest me tonight and that is just fucking depressing. The club needs new women or something.  Hell, maybe I need to get off my ass and get out and find a woman, a woman of my own. That just seems like too much fucking effort right now. Especially when I’ve been breaking up cement and shit all day to make way for the new patio that’s being poured tomorrow. My back hurts like a motherfucker.
     “I think I’m crashing for the night brother,” I tell Briar, taking the last swig of my beer.
     “Damn, you are getting old,” he says with a chuckle as he shakes his head.
     “Nothing here seems to be holding my interest tonight. Club needs some new talent.”
     “You need to settle down brother. Find you a good woman like my Steph,” he boasts.
     “I think all the good ones are probably gone.”
     “Nah, they’re still out there. Just hard to find,” Briar says.
I look around the room one last time. Just as I’m about to write the night off as a loss, she walks in.
     “Who’s that?”
     He looks around the room. “Who?”
     “The chick that just walked through the door,” I tell him without taking my eyes off her. She’s fucking beautiful, and I don’t mean that in a normal way. Hell no, this chick could have just walked off the pages of a magazine. She’s got hair that you can’t really call blonde. It’s like multiple colors, blonde on top then slowly shifting to darker locks on the bottom, and every now and then there’s a strand of almost white. It’s cut so it curves toward a perfect face reaching below her shoulders.  She’s got red lips that could make any man beg—including me. She’s wearing a black jacket, not leather, it’s more polished, expensive, though the look is similar.  Under that she has a white shirt that clings to tight, perky breasts that are easily a ‘C’ cup. Perfect size to fill my large hands. Tight blue jean shorts that cling to her curvy ass and show off long fucking legs, that’d I’d give my eye teeth to feel wrapped around me. She’s wearing flip flops and fuck, even her toes are sexy, painted clear with bright white tips. There’s a silver ring around one of her toes and even that looks sexy. She looks around like she’s searching for someone.  Me baby. You’re definitely searching for me.  
     Almost as if she can hear me, she looks at me. Those sweet red lips give into a smile, and I need her closer, so I can tell exactly what color those eyes are. I can feel my dick hardening. I reach down under the table to adjust him. I’ll be letting him play tonight, that’s for damn sure. I stare straight at the woman of my dreams. Is it coincidence that her tongue comes out to brush against her top lip, or is she trying to drive me in- fucking –sane?
     “Down boy.” Briar puts his hand on my chest as if to hold me back. “That’s not for you.”
     “Why the fuck not?” I shove his hand away. “She been claimed by one of the other brothers?” Please say no. Briar laughs, and as much as I hate it, I pull my eyes away from my dream woman and look at him. “What the fuck do you find so funny?”
     “The fact that you’re setting yourself up for a whole hell of a lot of trouble.”
     “Quit talking in circles, Briar. I got more important shit to do.” Like her.
     “Not with her you don’t.”
     “You’re starting to piss me off man.”
     “That girl is off limits.” His tone is hard and matter of fact.
     “Says who?”
     His eyes harden. “Her family.”
     “Give me a break. Do I look like I give a fuck?” What the fuck has he been moking?
     “You might on this one.”
     “I doubt it.”
     “It’s your funeral.”
Standing up, I ignore the son of a bitch. My dick is so hard I could lay fucking bricks. I’ve got a much softer place in mind for him though.
“Something else might talk you out of it though.”
     “I doubt it,” I repeat, walking toward my future.  
     “She’s jailbait,” he calls out after me.
            Motherfucker.  I stop mid-step, and I swear my dick would cry if he could.

Meet Jordan
I'm just a girl standing in front of you and asking you to love her.
heh (I might watch too many Rom Com's)

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