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99c Book Blast: Double Dare by Jeanne St. James + Excerpt!

Double Dare by Jeanne St. James

What could be better than waking up next to a hot guy? Waking up sandwiched between two of them.

Quinn Preston, a financial analyst, is not happy when her friends dare her to pick up a handsome stranger at a wedding reception. What better reason to give up men when her previous long-term relationship had not only been lackluster in the bedroom but he had cheated?

Logan Reed, a successful business owner, can’t believe that he’s attracted to the woman in the ugly, Pepto-Bismol pink bridesmaid dress. And to boot, she’s more than tipsy. After turning down her invitation for a one-night stand, he finds her in the parking lot too impaired to drive. He rescues her and takes her home. His home.

The next morning Quinn’s conservative life turns on its ear when Logan introduces her to pleasures she never even considered before. And to make things more complicated, Logan already has a lover.

Tyson White, ex-pro football player, is completely in love with Logan. He has mixed emotions when Logan brings home Quinn. But the dares keep coming…

Note: This book in the series can be read as stand-alone. It includes an HEA ending. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes MMF scenes between all three characters.

Available at: Amazon

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Rip Cord: The Complete Trilogy by Jeanne St. James: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Exclusive Excerpt from Rip Cord: The Complete Trilogy

by Jeanne St. James

“F wing. I wonder what the F stands for,” Rip said as the two of them stood in front of their old lockers.

The wing was dark and quiet as it was far from the action in the gymnasium. From what Gil could see, the lockers looked the same as when they’d been in school. Maybe a few more scratches and dents.

“Well, the wings went alphabetic—oof!”

Gil found himself slammed against the lockers, looking up into Rip’s eyes. In the low light, he couldn’t see the color, but he knew what they were. They were a beautiful blue that, depending on the light, could be more sapphire, indigo, or even a blue gray. He had thick lashes and thicker brows, which were pinned fiercely at the moment.

Rip had a knee jammed between Gil’s thighs and had Gil’s wrists pinned tightly against the cool metal lockers. He stared intently at Gil, his breathing slightly ragged.

Gil’s own shaky breath escaped once he realized he’d been holding it.

“Uh…”

“Do you know why this wing is the F wing?” Rip growled.

Gil’s gaze darted to the side. He didn’t know what Rip wanted for an answer.

“I’ll tell you,” Rip continued. “No, I’ll show you instead.”

Rip lowered his head, only leaving a slight gap between them. Gil’s lips were parted, and their warm breaths mingled.

“You ready this time?”

“Oh yes,” Gil breathed.

“You’ve been wanting a piece of me for a long time, haven’t you?”

Gil’s head spun from all the blood running south.

“I remember how you watched me with that look in your eyes.” Rip pushed his hips tight against Gil, his hard length unmistakable underneath his jeans. The denim was rough against Gil’s thinner slacks. “I remember you standing here as you peeked around your locker door, thinking I didn’t notice. I noticed. Hell, I noticed. Now—” Rip thrust his hips. “Do you notice me?”

Gil struggled against the grip on his wrists, wanting to dig his fingers into Rip’s mane of hair, but Rip only tightened his hold.

“Oh no. No. I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Almost as long as you have.”

A thousand questions filled Gil’s mind. When? When did Rip discover he wanted him? When did Rip realize he was gay? Why hadn’t Rip ever approached him during high school? Why hadn’t he ever looked him up after graduation?

Why hadn’t Gil ever had a clue Rip wanted him the same way?

All those years of wanting, dreaming, fantasizing. All those lonely years, because even though he tried to date other men, there was truly only one man for him. Only one man he wanted to give himself to.

That man finally stood in front of him, revealing a secret that would have to stay just that…a secret.

But Gil didn’t care. If he only had one night with Rip, he was going to take advantage of it.

“Are you going to tease me all night, or are you going to fuck me?”

A low growl rose from Rip’s throat at Gil’s question. “Oh, I’m definitely going to fuck you.”

Rip adjusted his grip on Gil’s wrists until he was pinning them high above his head with one hand. Freeing the other to move down Gil’s arm, his chest, over his stomach, and ending up on his belt buckle.

With ease, Rip undid the belt and popped open the top of Gil’s slacks. Gil felt a swoosh of air against the hard tip of his cock before Rip grabbed it roughly.

“This is mine tonight. Got it?” Rip said through gritted teeth.

Gil’s cock twitched in Rip’s hand as he nodded slightly. His breathing deepened and became harsh. All he wanted Rip to do was stroke him a few times. Only a few, though, because he might come at any second.

A slight tremor started in Gil’s arms and legs and moved throughout his body. This was his dream come true. Okay, maybe not getting assaulted against the lockers in his old high school, but having Rip holding him in his large hands. Jesus, he couldn’t think of anything better.

At least until Rip spun him around, plastering his face against the cool metal. Rip still had one hand binding Gil’s wrists and the other held fast to his cock. Precum leaked freely as Rip squeezed and stroked Gil’s length. He moaned against the metal locker door.

“I’m going to have you moaning a lot more than that.”

Rip released his wrists and tugged at the waistband of Gil’s slacks, pulling them and his boxers down to his knees. Rip cupped Gil’s ass cheeks.

“Damn, ripe and plump, ready for the picking.”

A finger stroked along the crease of Gil’s buttocks, up and down, until it brushed across his tight hole. Rip’s fingertip pressed against it, not penetrating, just pushing. And Gil so wanted him to slip inside. He didn’t care if it was his finger or his cock. Right now he just wanted—no, needed—something.

Instead, Rip suddenly released him. Gil turned, his pants and underwear still pooled around his knees. Hard as a rock, his cock stood straight out, visible from between his shirttails.

Rip shucked his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. The tight fabric of his black tee encased the heavy muscles of his chest and biceps. But within seconds Rip had his shirt pulled over his head and tossed aside with his jacket.

Those muscles… Gil knees almost buckled. Those muscles… Oh, Jesus, he just wanted to touch them, lick them, run his fingers, his tongue, along the ripples of the larger man’s abdomen.

Rip yanked at his own belt, jerking roughly at the snap of his jeans, then sliding down his zipper, revealing a dark pair of tightly fitted boxer briefs.

“Down on your knees.”

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