Dear masked marauders and everyone else these days!
At the risk of sounding too over-the-top, there is one advantage of wearing masks (aside from… you know… preventing the spread of Cov-id). You can tell if your fresh and minty breath is actually fresh and minty. It works like this:
Mr. Quinn: I’m horny.
Jasmin: About time!
Jasmin dons mask, breathes out with mouth, inhales through nose. Wishes she were the heroine in a romance novel, because those bitches never have bad breath. Goes to bathroom and brushes teeth.
Returns to living room to find Mr. Quinn naked except for the mask he’s wearing as an eye patch and the parrot on his shoulder.
Mr. Quinn: Let’s play walk the plank!
Jasmin (new game, same stupid parrot): Sure, but not with the parrot.
Mr. Quinn (stands with the cuffs): He’s my first mate, wench! Hands behind your back!
Since I’m not getting out a lot, I’ve started a quest for sexy vegetables. I’m not eliminating fruit, but it’s sexy already. Ripe peaches, juicy watermelons, pear-shaped ass, popping the cherry, and of course, is that a banana in your pocket or are you happy to see me?
The romantic in me loves this picture of carrot love. Click on the pic for the article about why vegetarians make better lovers. BTW: apparently most condoms aren’t vegan!
Before we move on to the very important news, I want share the discovery of 100 million year old sperm that was making headlines on September 17th. Seriously, every major news outlet carried the story.
Why? Because it’s about sperm, and not just old sperm, but also big sperm. And big sperm equals big balls which very likely equals a huge dick! At least that’s why I read the articles. All of them.
Yes. It was chaos back then. Not like now.
On to the best news!House of Shadowshas been released! Why is it such a big deal? Because it’s the 12th and final book the my Running with the Devil Series. I’m excited about the end, but having trouble letting go. That means that next year, I plan to publish two novellas.
Owen’s instant attraction to Mel, the woman he hires to investigate his father’s past, adds complications to his already tumultuous life. Mel’s past has left her scarred and vulnerable, and though she has all the skills she needs to fight the enemy of the day, she has no defense against her desire for Owen Scott.
More awesome news! If you’re not already signed up for my newsletter, get cracking! There are giveaways if you’re a subscriber including the chance to win 1 of 5 $10 Amazon gift cards. If I get 200 new sign-ups, one lucky subscriber will win an awesome gift basket!
Some of my books got a makeover last week, including Black Surrender, which has new title to go with it’s awesome new look! Isn’t it beautiful?
I did a little housecleaning with the all my books, updating back matter and a few bits and pieces. A couple of new covers and all my books are now available in paperback.
I have finally put my books into boxsets. Aren’t they pretty? Each collection has four books and Running with the Devil Books 9-12 will be available December 11, 2020. Amazon and I tussled over these and I’m embarrassed to admit, they broke me. It’s not often I beg, unless Mr. Quinn insists, but Mr. Amazon got me down on my knees. It worked though, because as of this posting they are all available (I hope).
What’s next for Jas, you wonder? Or maybe not, but I wonder. I’m kidding. I know what’s next.
First of all, I’ve gone wide. In the hips, yes, but also my books are now for sale on Amazon and Kobo, and soon, you’ll be able to buy them on Google, Apple, and Barnes & Noble. Unfortunately, going wide means I can no longer offer them for free in the Kindle Unlimited program.
Second, I’m putting together my publishing plan for 2021. Of course, I’ll be publishing a couple of Darkness Falls books. In February, Ulrich and Aubrey’s story gets told in Primal Heat. This book has been fun to write – I’m kind of in love with Ulrich. Primal Heat is available to preorder on Amazon and Kobo! And Leah finally gets her book sometime next summer. Is she really batshit crazy, or is there a vulnerable woman underneath that insane veneer? Stay tuned.
Finally, I’ve got a new series in the works that will be a whole lot of fun. Still romantic, steamy, spicy, plus blatantly humorous in a very biting way (I hope). That plus the two RWD novellas and at least two Darkness Falls books will keep me busy and out of trouble.
Oh yes, and my free book, Fearless, for my Newsletter is almost done. I had wanted it finished before House of Shadows was released, but it lost ground on my list of priorities. Everyone who subscribes to my newsletter will get a copy of this 65,000 word book.
I’m hoping I can finalize it before Christmas.
That’s all I got. Stay safe, friends and eat your vegetables.
Dear everyone I’ve loved before, and now, and also in the future. And the rest of you too!
There is so much happening in the world right now that it makes me want to focus on the little things, like how Greek yogurt tastes with a splash of maple syrup, and my tablet full of e-books written by fantastic indy authors. Add walking in the sunshine, cold smoked tuna, and a cozy bed and I’m a happy girl.
We all know what’s going on outside our front doors so there’s no need for me to reiterate. All I can do is impart my limited wisdom on how to do your part to lighten the burden.
Share your toilet paper unless you don’t have enough.
Stay home if you can.
Have sex to pass the time, but don’t get pregnant.
Take the opportunity to have sports-free conversations with your loved ones.
Make sure to profusely thank the delivery people who are bringing to your doorstep what you need.
Don’t go to Saskatchewan because it’s brutally cold there.
Speaking of Saskatchewan, guess what today’s blog is about? Yes! You guessed it. My one and on one with Nikita Slater, where we hit all the gritty topics! In your face Barbara Walters. I’ve got Nik twice now and you, well, you’re a ZERO (imagine taunting laughter).
Who is Nikita Slater?
She’s this awesome dark romance writer, who despite her protests, is incredibly nice and sometimes even helpful. She’s a darling girl who pole dances, eats chocolate, and has regular meltdowns.
Fortunately for me, she lives in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan in the great country of Canada, so I rarely see her in crisis (I also block her number during her meltdown moments). I’m very fragile and she can be mean despite her niceness.
But, as an intrepid interviewer, I will go anywhere and do anything to get my story (I’m like Clark Kent that way), so I hauled ass to Saskatoon* in the dead of March to get the goods on Ms. Slater (not the real goods, she doesn’t give up those to girls).
We met in a pub rather than her home because she claimed her llamas ate the couch. I’ve had a similar encounter with goats, so I sympathized. The pub was an Irish one, which seemed fitting, since we celebrated St. Patrick’s Day (March 17th for those of you who have been in a coma your entire life) this past Tuesday.
I love St. Paddy’s day. Why (I know you’re not going to ask, so I’m just going to say)? Because March 17th was also my mother’s birthday. Quite a coincidence given that she’s Romanian; okay, that’s not really a coincidence, but my father was English and Scottish, which also isn’t Irish although my mother said that Grandpa Quinn was a happy drunk who danced like an Irishman and liked to brawl. Also, we always got green birthday cake on March 17th.
Speaking of the luck of the Irish (a term, by the way, that has to do with early 1800 American miners), I met my girl at O’Shea’s Irish Pub, where we ate chicken wings and drank green beer. I tried to order the green wine, but Nikita cautioned against it. Something about projectile vomiting and hives.
It was freaking cold outside and Ms. Slater was dressed weather appropriate in a big parka and snow boots, a toque on her head that practically obscured her vision, heavy mittens on her hands, and a scarf tightly wound around her face. It took me three drinks before I realized I was interviewing Jan Arden, not Ms. Slater. I was not impressed that Canada’s most-loved singer (if you don’t count Celine Dion, which I never do) tried to elbow in on Nik’s interview.
I finally tracked down Nikita, sitting in a corner with five empty shot glasses in front of her and a boy toy under the table. I accidentally kicked the boy, who seemed to like it, but decided to leave the two of us alone until after the interview.
The real Nikita has pink hair, long and fluffy, with a fair amount of static in it. Each time I tried to stroke her head, I got shocked. She was also wearing leggings and a blouse with skulls on it, and black wrist cuffs with metal gears and other shit.
We ordered a fresh round of drinks, the Stuffed Leprechaun Platter and a side of calamari that came with feet and faces, which I refused to eat. Nikita advised me that the green wine was perfectly safe to drink and had no clue what Jan was yapping on about. Nik’s a sweetheart that way.
I started the interview with some soft questions, getting her warmed up for the down and dirty ones.
JQ: You and I’ve known each other for several years. Is there anything complimentary you’d like to say about me to your readers? Perhaps, I have nice knees?
NS: I’m so glad you asked, I have so much to say on this topic! You are so freaking good at breathing. You are incredibly here and fabulously alive. I really particularly love how you exist. I really can’t say enough about your lovely peopleness.
JQ: Gosh, I’m blushing. Right back at you, girlfriend. What about my knees?
NS: Ummm, your knees are super bendy?
JQ: Thank you. Mr. Quinn says that too. We have so much in common, don’t we? We’re both writers, we both drink copious amounts of wine, and also, neither of us skis. Do think it’s a coincidence or a cosmic intervention?
NS: I’ve cut back on the wine because weed is legal now and less damaging to my liver. And I think people who ski are batshit insane. What kind of a mentally responsible person straps slippery things to their feet and hurtles themselves down a slippery mountain? People in need of some serious intervention, that’s who.
JQ(noting that Nikita didn’t really answer my question about cosmic intervention. This writer has truly mastered the art of evasiveness): I understand you like to eat chicken wings. Are you at all dismayed at how your predilection contributes to the wingless chicken problem currently taking place in various parts of Kansas?
NS: No. Next question?
JQ (noting that Nikita seems a little of out of sorts. I’m concerned she’s heading for a melt down). Regarding calamari, it appears you’re an all-in kind of girl. I recall an incident where you were only able to eat the calamari that was disguised as regular food and left the rest of the squids on the plate.
I feel a little green as I watch her pick up a little calamari body by one of its legs and stuff the entire thing in her mouth.
NS(after she chews and swallows – her manners are impeccable): I used to feel squeamish about eating the calamari legs and stuff, but since embarking on a career in writing many a bloody scene in my dark mafia romances, I eat those motherf@cking legs like a champ.
She insisted on adding the @ in fucking even though I told her she didn’t have to. She’s so wonderfully aware of other people’s sensitivities.
JS: I know there are some things that you find repelling, so I want to know how you’d react under extraordinary pressure. If you found an abandoned child eating bell peppers drenched in marshmallow syrup and there was no one around to rescue you, what would you do?
NS: I would get some big tongs and put her in a transporter and send her to Willy Wonka.
JQ: Speaking of birthdays, are you excited about turning 40 this year? Do you have any plans? Will this be the year I finally get invited to your birthday party?
NS: Ouch. This got personal fast.
JQ: It’s always personal, Nikita.
NS (staring at me as she tests the sharpness of the knife she’s holding): I plan on partying with a whole lot of legal marijuana, unlimited wine and nudity. Of course, you’re invited. I like BC weed best, so be sure to bring as much as you can carry.
JQ: I can’t help but think that you are only inviting me because I have access to the BC bud. I need to feel wanted too, Nikita.
NS: Can you also hit up some Kelowna wineries on the way here? I like Mission Hill and Quail’s Gate.
See what I mean about evasiveness?
JQ: Here’s another personal question. I’ve been told by my secret Nikita source that your face looks funny when you wear earrings. Can you describe what it looks like in hoops? What about studs? Is there a particular earring you’d consider wearing despite the effect it has on your face?
NS: Who told you this? Did you read my diary?
QS: A serious reporter never reveals her source. And no, I would never read your diary because it would involve a trip to Saskatoon, which I’ll admit is lovely in the summer except for the heat, mosquitoes, and Broscht.
NS (appearing defensive – you know, the whole crossing her arms across her chest, frowning sternly, wrinkling her forehead): Okay, yes, my face looks weird with earrings. All earrings. Hoops, studs, danglies. Maybe it’s because I’m not used to seeing them attached to my head. I no longer have holes in my ears. That’s a whole other traumatic story. But I would definitely consider wearing earrings if they were extremely expensive and gifted to me, and I could pawn them immediately after wearing.
JQ: Speaking of holes in your head, what happened to the one that your brother drilled into it when you were four?
NS: I have no memory of that. But I do remember cracking his head open when we were playing hide and go baseball bat in the dark. That was the fastest I’ve ever run away from something. He and I are probably even now.
JQ: Have you considered a nose ring?
JQ: Will you be getting a nose ring? Or a nipple ring?
NS: Oh, I want both now!
JQ: I find the earring thing fascinating. Are you also aware that when you wear shoes, they make your feet look funny?
NS: I did not realize this. In what way do they look weird? Like, cool weird? Or weird, weird?
JQ: Depends. If you’re wearing hooker boots like the ones you currently have on, it’s definitely cool weird. But if you’re wearing little socks with matching canvas shoes, you appear to be wearing condoms on your feet. Either way, like the package on a hot guy, it’s hard to look away.
NS: I choose to be flattered.
JQ: You have brilliantly high self-esteem. Let’s talk about your tattoos. How many do you have? What are they? Which is your favourite? Which is the cherry popper? How old were you when you got it? What did you parents think about it?
NS: I have three tattoos, but I want more. One on my shoulder, one on my forearm and one on my lower back/hip. My favourite is the grim reaper with a rose on my forearm. My first tattoo was a baby lion on my shoulder, I think I was 20 or 21. I don’t think my mom cares much. My dad doesn’t like them, but he’s used to them now. My brother has way more than me and he started younger, so he set the bad example.
JQ: What are you thinking for the next one?
NS: I want to get a sugar skull bride on my shoulder that merges with the grim reaper. She’ll hold a bouquet of dead roses and she’ll wear a crown. Above the crown it’ll say “The Queens”.
JQ: It sounds… urm… painful. I should have asked this earlier, like around the time you insisted that I fly out for the interview. Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. Why?
NS: Once upon a time there was this incredibly talented, beautiful and naïve young woman of 26. She met and married a guy from University. That man decided he should get a job in the one of the coldest most prairie-like, barren places on Earth. The beautiful heroine followed her heart. Skip ahead thirteen years and the incredibly talented, wonderful young woman is now a beautiful divorcee who asks herself every single day between the months of October and May WHY THE F@CK she doesn’t move someplace warmer. The end. (Did I mention how beautiful the heroine of this story is?)
JQ: Yes, you did mention the heroine’s beauty, but are you going to answer my question?
NS: Uhm. See above.
JQ: Let’s move on. You have an obsession with jealous possessive males in the books you write. What traumatic experience do you blame this on? Which one do you love the most? Least love?
NS: I’m not sure why I’m attracted to a certain kind of male character. I’m definitely not attracted to jealous possessive in real life. I love Reyes from Scarred Queen the most. He was just so extreme and brutal but lived for Casey. He’s also a little atypical from my usual male characters. He’s Bolivian, he’s shorter than my other men but no less fierce. I don’t think I have a least love since they’re all pretty awesome. But if I had to choose, I would probably say Mack from In His Sights. That guy was pure mean with very little sense of humour (which only made him hotter!)
NS: Ummm, yes, but only because I’m now moving onto Mateo in Born a Queen.
JQ: Thank you so much. I’ll make space in my closet when I get home, then send for them. Next question. You recently released Loving Vincent. Is it autobiographical? Are you secretly a prison nurse?
NS (laughing her ass off, though I’m not sure why. I check my teeth for parsley): No, although I worked as a GED instructor and a counsellor in a prison. The stories I could tell about prison life would make your hair stand on end.
JQ(trying to touch Nikita’s hair): Like yours is doing right now. Ouch (no, not shocked. she bit me!)!
NS: Sorry, thought you were a spider.
JQ: If Loving Vincent isn’t autobiographical, then is Scarred Queen a fictionalized version of your life? Is Casey your secret twin? Who is Reyes modelled after?
NS: Scarred Queen is not a fictionalized version of my life and Casey is not my twin. Scarred Queen is my re-imagining of what might’ve happened to Elvira Montana’s character after the events of the movie Scarface. Reyes was sort of a combo of Tony Montana and Sotza from Scarface.
JQ: Which book(s) that you’ve written to date is your favourite and why?
NS: I think my absolute favourite book is Scarred Queen. I wrote it at a very tough time in my life and it was extremely cathartic. When I think about that time in my life, I think about how Scarred Queen was such a lifesaver for me. Among my other favourites are all three Sanctuary books, Burning Beautyand Savage Vendetta. I don’t think there’s a particular reason why I love those books, I just have warm feelings when I think about them.
JQ: Tell me more about these warm feelings. Are they also wet? Where in your body are they most apparent?
NS: (staring at me and allowing an uncomfortable silence to develop, but I don’t really get uncomfortable, so it was a 15-minute silent standoff that only broke when I forgot the question I asked)
JQ: What are you currently working on? When will you unveil it to the world? What else should we know about.
NS: I’m currently working on a few different projects. I’m editing The Princess and Her Mercenary, a Driven Hearts Novella starring Ndari and Keane from Capturing Victory. This book will release on March 28, 2020 and is up for pre-order. I’m also working on a vampire charity novella for the NOLA Bookstars signing in May. That one is almost done; it’s quick, bloody and sexy. And finally, I’m working on my next big release, Born a Queen. I don’t have a release date for this one.
JQ: All of us Nikita fans are so looking forward to the release of these books. Let’s switch to something more controversial. I heard that you’ve become a pole-dancer. Are you in it for the money? Do you plan to be certified in it and go pro? Do you like it better than stripping and hooking?
NS: First of all, I have never stripped and hooked. Except for that one time, but we don’t talk about that. Honestly? I love the feeling of flying when my feet come off the ground and I’m spinning around the pole. I love seeing what my body can do. I’m not very young and I’m not particularly small or flexible, but week-by-week I’ve been building muscle tone and flexibility. Sometimes it’s frustrating when I can’t do something I badly want to do, like flip upside down when I’m spinning, but there’s nothing like nailing a move I’ve been working on for months. When I first started pole-dancing I couldn’t imagine doing the things I do now. I can climb that pole like a spider monkey and strike a (deeply unsexy) pose. I will probably go pro if the book thing doesn’t turn out.
JQ: Uh huh. So you deny that you slept with a man in exchange for money? And maybe not a stripper, but I’ve heard you give one hell of a lap dance.
NS: How did you know I slept with a stripper for money? The things you know about me… it’s creepy.
JQ: So’s my secret source, but he gets the job done. Next question. What do you find attractive in a man?
NS: His brain. Literally. I’m probably actually a zombie.
JQ: Can you please elaborate on this. Do you find brain’s attractive or tasty? If attractive, explain. All the men in your novels are tall, built like brick shithouses and menacing. Are you telling me that the only thing about them that gets your jellybean quivering is their brains?
NS: In reality, I do tend to be more attracted to brains than bodies. My man-friends have all been a wide variety of sizes, shapes and heights. I’m attracted to people who are kind, open-minded and treat me like the princess I am. Fantasy is different though, and that’s where I love building my “brick shithouse” men.
JQ: Do you think you’ve insulted all your man friends by saying they are unattractive?
NS: Umm, did I say that? Or did you?
JQ: How could I say it? I don’t know all your man friends; there’s way too many. Also, if you find brains tasty, how do you prepare them?
NS: Have you seen iZombie? I get my recipes from that show. I would say brain smoothies are probably my favourite, although brain pizzas are pretty epic too.
JQ: Is Hannibal Lecter your father?
NS: No, he was my mentor.
JQ: What’s the biggest difference between Canadians and Americans (note – not Canada and America)?
NS: I would say Americans can be more straightforward. Canadians tend to keep their assholiness on the inside. We pretend we’re all nice and polite, but really, we’re complete dicks. If I get pitchforked by one or both nationalities mentioned, I blame you.
JQ: I’m a big girl, I can take a little pitchforking, but not in the face please. Preferably the ass. It has the most resistance to pitchforks. My next question is a little more personal. I’ve been told by a secret source that you hate Chinese 5 Spice. Is it because you don’t like their brand of music?
NS: Give me my diary back! And Chinese 5 spice is a spice for seasoning food, not a 90s UK girl band. The reason I don’t like it is because in my early 20s, I had this boyfriend who was obsessed with that stuff. It was in all our food. Now I can’t even smell it without gagging. Luckily, most people don’t use it so I can easily avoid it.
JQ (wryly, but Nikita seems not to notice): Perhaps Chinese people use it.
NS (changing the topic): These calamari are so f@cking good!
JQ(also changing the topic): Would you sleep with an alien who looked like an alien (providing you had a hall pass)? If you did, what physical alien trait would get you the most fired up? If it’s alien penis, what makes it different from human penis?
NS: Tentacles. I don’t know if those are technically penises, but those are what I like. I heard DD Prince is totally into them too. I try to keep my tentacle obsession on the down low. Ha! Down low. Get it?
JQ: Oh yeah, I got it, you dirty girl. So you and DD Prince bonded over alien dick? I’m a little jealous.
NS: So you should be.
JQ(sighing and jealous): Describe your ideal penis.
NS: I have a dream where I’m tied to a bed and penises are jumping all around me. Big penis, small penis, here and there a penis, everywhere a penis. They rub all over my body and in my hair. Did I answer the question?
JQ: Wow, are you currently seeking professional help? Do they… you know… do they do the hokey pokey? Do they shake it all about?
NS: Yes! That’s what it’s all about! Also, yes, I do have a therapist, but she’s small, hairy, sleeps a lot and doesn’t say much. She’s also my dog.
JQ: Speaking of dogs, what do you fear?
NS: Tiny dots, spiders, crusty things, cardboard scraping against cardboard (like when you fold a box – yuck!) and flying.
JQ: I don’t know how we can continue to be friends. I collect boxes. Could you please elaborate on what you mean by crusty things. Are you referring to men’s underwear after several days of use or the stuff you get in the corners of your eyes after you’ve been sleeping (BTW, spiders love the taste of that fluid and will suck it up while you’re sleeping) or the hard cover of snow in the winter that you think you can walk across but then it breaks and you sink into it up to your pearl of pleasure?
NS: Wow, I hadn’t thought about many of these crusty things you brought up, but yeah, I also don’t like those things. What I mostly mean by crusty things are like dirty showers (shudders dramatically). Or the bottom of a sink that gets all that crud in it and then doesn’t get washed out, so it dries on and becomes all crusty. I’m super grossed out right now thinking about this stuff.
JQ: I momentarily forgot my name. It might be your mention of dirty showers. I’m going to explain to the readers that Nikita Slater is not referencing a kinky sex act, but the actual physical shower that is unwashed. Is that correct?
NS: Oh, yes, that’s what I meant.
QS: Are you winking at me? Rhetorical, you don’t have to answer. But here are some quick questions you do have to answer. Please feel free to provide quick answers:
QS: What is your secret superpower?
NS: I can tell a dog’s breed just by looking at it.
QS: That’s awesome. What breed is your dog, Friday?
NS: I have no idea.
JQ: I’m starting to understand why it’s a secret superpower. What’s the difference between making love and fucking?
NS: Making love is about connection, fucking is about getting off.
JQ: If animals could talk, which would be the rudest? Explain.
NS: Parrots. They can already talk and they’re usually complete assholes. I was once bitten by a parrot that called me Shakira. It was weird.
JQ: I’ve met that parrot. You should be flattered; he called me a weed whacker. Peanut butter, maple syrup or Nutella in your belly button?
NS: Nothing in my belly button! Seriously, what is wrong with you!?
JQ: It’s a perfectly legitimate question. Belly buttons are erogenous zones… aren’t they? What are you most likely to get arrested for?
NS: Public nudity.
JQ: Hopefully it’s summer when that happens or you’ll freeze all your girl bits. Famous man you’d like to see naked?
NS: Jason Momoa.
JQ: I seriously tried to find a nude of him. I think he might be a saint. What will it say on your tombstone?
NS: Death by cupcakes.
JQ: No doubt about that. Thank you Nikita Slater for indulging me today. I’d like to stay and chat, but Jan Arden looks like she wants to body slam me, and I’m a pacifist. Not really, but I’m delicate and prone to screaming. Anything you’d like to add before I get the hell out of Saskatchewan?
NS: Take me with you.
*Disclaimer: Saskatoon, Saskatchewan is a beautiful city surrounded by vast prairies and the occasional tree. It has winding rivers separating the downtown core from the rest of the population. Also, it’s a frozen wasteland in winter and I’ve twice made the mistake of visiting during this season (once was work-related so that doesn’t really count). Thus, while the interview is real, the meeting place was not. And Jan Arden, she was never there (she made me say that).
Nikita Slater is the International Bestselling author of The Queens series, Fire & Vice series, The Sanctuary series, Driven Hearts series and several standalone novels. She lives on the beautiful Canadian prairies with her son and her crazy awesome dog.
She has an unholy affinity for books (especially erotic romance), wine, pets and anything chocolate. Despite some of the darker themes in her books (which are pure fun and fantasy), Nikita is a staunch feminist and advocate of equal rights for all races, genders and non-gender specific persons. When she isn’t writing, dreaming about writing or talking about writing, she helps others discover a love of reading and writing through literacy and social work.
For more information on Nik’s upcoming book releases, giveaways, works in progress and her insane cupcake addiction check out her Facebook page and join her private Facebook group, Nikita’s Underworld: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1853193748048614/
You can also keep up with her by joining or following her social media profiles.
In April, I’ll be posting my interview with the lovely and talented Bijou Hunter who is an author of Romantic Comedy and Suspense. Living in Indiana with her three sweet sons, three wacky cats, one super mom, she loves 1970s rock, Call of Duty, Phelan Porteous, and sitcoms canceled before their time.
I was introduced to Bijou’s writing by my proofreader, Sheri, to whom I’ll be forever grateful. Bijou is a binge-worthy writer of the MC romance genre, but her books are unlike any you’ve ever read. She’s also a one-click for me. She hates ass-kissers, so I’ll stop now although inside I’m still gushing.
At the end of May, Mr. Master (Running with the Devil Book 11) will be published. It’s not for the faint of heart as Jackman shows his true colours, and even though I created him, I also dig him… a lot. Seriously, I want a 3-D printer so I can bring him to life.
Late June, Unleashed will be unleashed! See what I did there? (Yeah, I’m out of cleverness). This full-length book has been a labour of love that I’ve been working on in my spare time for well over a year and I’m excited to see what readers think of it.
A few last words
I tried to find an alien sex joke on Google to pair up with Nik’s and my chat about alien tentacles, but there seems to be only one silly joke in cyberspace, so Mr. Quinn kindly made one up:
A female, being tortured by an alien, was loudly groaning and moaning.
The Alien’s general walks into the room. “Why are you still torturing the human woman?”
The torturer replies, “Because the last one was faking it.”
Hmmm. It sounded funnier when he said it.
Moving along, I want to end this blog by acknowledging the health care front line professionals who are working to ensure patient health and comfort, no matter the illness. We don’t say thank you often enough.
Dear fellow readers who collect pictures of sexy men and put them on your computer in a folder labelled Tuna Casserole recipes, and also those of you who don’t.
Did you know I’m awesome at Texas Hold ’em?
“Why aren’t you rich then?” you ask.
First, I have no poker face. Seriously, the minute I have the potential for a winning hand, my knees start to shake, my hands start to perspirate, my voice starts to break, my feet start to aspirate (it’s really perspirate, but I’ve taken poetic licence with the lyrics).
Back to my unrealized dream of being a world-renowned Texas Hold ’em player and all the booze, men and fame that goes along with that. Unlike Mack Welling (see what I did there? No? Guess you’ll have to read Wild Card ), I’m an open book when I’m excited, which is a lot of the time – not just when I’m playing poker.
I’ve played online poker, which is where I discovered my Rainman genius (just kidding, I’m not Rainman, although I can do simple math in my head as long as I can see my fingers and toes), but I still get overstimulated, and not in a “please don’t stop” way. When things aren’t going my way, I sometimes melt down like a nuclear reactor in Nikita Slater’s Sanctuary on Fire (I don’t think that was a spoiler).
Long story short, that’s why I write books.
And speaking of books, Wild Card is in a virtual book store near you (provided you have internet, a computer or tablet and a kindle app). Paperback will also be available right after I proof the Proof, which will take a couple of weeks because the Proof comes from the U.S.
Which brings me to the United States (literally). I was in Seattle recently because the Toronto Blue Jays were in town playing the Seattle Mariners. That’s baseball for you folks that either don’t follow the sport or ignore all other teams unless they’re yours. The Toronto Blue Jays is the only major league baseball team in Canada and they are east of my house (West Coast Canada) by several provinces. So when Seattle hosts the Blue Jays, it’s one big British Columbian migration south of the 49th parallel.
I love men in tight white pants (sigh).
I also want to shout out to Seattle and Washington state, in general. The people are incredibly friendly and the city and state are beautiful.
Also, there’s an outlet mall that’s to die for. Clearly, I didn’t die, but that’s because I was forced back to the car by my sister and her husband. My hub knows better than to do anything but observe while I’m in my natural habitat. There were a few hurt feelings and some scratches that bled, but we’re all back to being civil. I even shared my popcorn with my sister at the baseball game (but only because it was bottomless).
Okay, enough about my shit. Let’s get on with the real news.
Wild Card (Running with the Devil Book 9) is the next installment of my Running with the Devil series. Mack Welling is in trouble and only Astrid Bure can help him (not true, but for the sake of the story, let’s go with that). Then Mack gets out of trouble and Astrid gets into it and only Mack can help her (also not true – see previous sentence).
Mack is a cool, sexy character that I based on my husband (also not true – am I becoming a compulsive liar?). Mack has so many demons he could keep an exorcist in business for 20 years. But of course, everyone lives happily ever after except the bad guys. Wait? What? Which bad guys? Guess you’ll have to read to find out.
The second installment in my Darkness Falls series, Fierce Intentions, is what’s next! It will be hot, dangerous and uh… hmmm…. just hot and dangerous. Eva, spunky female cop from Basic Instinct (Book 1 of Shifters of Darkness Falls)and Aztec, broody mountain pack shifter also from Book 1 will find trouble when Aztec’s past comes back to bite him the ass.
Fierce Intentions will be released October 25th, 2019.
Fallen Angel (Running with the Devil Book 10) will also release this year on December 27.Fallen Angel picks up where Wild Card leaves off. Wild Card DOES NOT end on a cliffhanger, but the last line in the epilogue segues to Fallen Angel, and that’s all I’m going to say about that right now. More to come. Always more to come.
What does that mean?
(I think that my use of questions to transition to the next topic is becoming a habit, although not necessarily a bad one. I only have one habit that really bothers my husband, but it’s not my fault that my incisors are as sharp as they are. He just needs to learn to lie still.)
Including Fallen Angel, there are only three more books in the Running with the Devil series. However, I’m in process of writing a free bonus book related to the series (hoping to release in January) as well as a prequel and a postquel (postquel is now an official new word!), both of which will be about 50k in length. The entire series will be wrapped up in 2020.
The Shifters of Darkness Falls will have 10 books in total. If all goes according to plan, I will release 4 Darkness Falls books in 2020.
AND… I want to start an MC series as well as write a few standalone books and another dark romance series. I’ve started quite a number of books in the past couple of years and so I want to finish some of them.
Ambitious? Absolutely. Crazy? Without a doubt!
I may have to make sacrifices such as giving up stalking. Geez, just the thought of giving up RR makes my knees start to shake, my hands start to perspirate, my voice start to break, my feet start to aspirate.
I hope you all had an amazing summer and I look forward to reconnecting with you in the fall.
In the meantime, I leave you with this little bit of wisdom. Always make sure you cite your source in case the passage comes from Frankenstein by Mary Shelly and you don’t tell your sister, who then uses it in your father’s In Memorium passage.
Why am writing this blog? No really. People keep asking (That’s not true. Only me. I keep asking). I could write about serious issues like the environment or world peace, but I prefer sex. After all, if we were all fucking and minding our own business, there’d be a whole lot fewer issues. Me, I don’t skirt the issues, I just like to approach them commando.
So, let’s start this blog by talking about the elephant in the room. Chained: A Forced Mafia Marriage got banned by Amazon. Why? Because some of our content didn’t meet their guidelines. What the fuck does that mean? Nikita and I don’t know because Amazon likes to keep their explanations vague and unhelpful. This means we don’t know what to fix.
I’m finding the banning of this book unfunny, so I won’t expend a lot of energy talking about it. Nikita and I are working to restore it but I’ve never been one for silly processes and what we’re doing seems, well silly. At present, it still isn’t available.
Amazon, I used to like you. I used to defend you. You’ve hurt me and I’m having trouble finding forgiveness in my heart. I may send my wolves out after you!
Let’s move on! Wolves are everywhere right now!
Basic Instinct: Shifters of Darkness Falls Book 1 is live and for those of you who have pre-ordered, it should be in your hot little kindles. I love this book. I loved writing this book. I can’t wait to write many more of these books. And just so you know, I plan to write many more of these books.
And another treat! The chance to win a $25 gift card for liking and sharing the Basic Instinct release post. How do you do that? See the post on my facebook page for details.
Past Sins (Running with the Devil Book 8) is in the works and there is a sizzling hot excerpt at the back of Basic Instinct.
has skeletons in their closets. Katya’s
might get her killed.
Six years ago, Katya made a mistake and she’s been running ever since. She thought she found safety working for the Russian bratva, but her past is about to catch up with her.
Alexei has been hunting Katya. She took
something that didn’t belong to her and his job is to retrieve it and kill her.
But once he has her, his heart tells him to
keep her. Now they’re on the run together because hitmen don’t get severance
Past Sins will be released June 26th and available for pre-sales by end of May.
Good Girl (After Dark Series) will be up for pre-sales in early May. Grab a copy while you can, just in case you-know-who decides to ban this one too. Good Girl will be released May 17th.
Were you expecting a dark cover with a girl in chains. We were too, but Nik and I made the executive decision to sanitize the cover for those faint-hearted readers out there. I know I sound bitter, but truly I’m more disappointed than bitter.
Quinn & Slater have more novellas planned over the next few months, so keep an eye out for them. They are meant to be dirty little naughty pleasures and we hope you’re enjoying them in the spirit they are being written. While we would love to turn some into full-length novels, if we tried, they’d never get written because individually, Nikita and I have heavy writing schedules. What I like about writing these short novellas is that I can produce one of them at the same time I’m writing my full-length book. I’ll alternate, which keeps the creativity flowing.
Finally, a sincere thank you to those of you who have been so supportive. You know who you are! It’s been a humbling experience being able to share my writing journey with you. And don’t worry, my sense of humour is on a temporary sabbatical. It’ll be back soon.
First, you should know I’ve had too much caffeine today. This is my second blog post. See my first over there (I can’t find an arrow; click on the picture) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Also, I’m madly working on my next book called Basic Instinct, Book 1 in the Shifters of Darkness Falls, my new series. I wrote 8552 words today. A new record! And some of it was even worth saving! Yup, I do set daily word goals and track my word count (I’m anal, what can I say – oh, hmmm… read Collared). I’m not allowed to eat breakfast until I hit 2000 words. Trust me, food is a great motivator for me! So is wine, but I gave up the wine-before-breakfast practice. It fucked with my word count!
Second (or is it 3rd?), I hardly ever feel guilty. I thought about that fact as I was making the little teaser you see above. Searched around for the guilt, couldn’t find it.
Maybe I’m a sociopath. I don’t think I am, but probably most sociopaths don’t think they are. I got a rosary in the mail the other day (I’m not Catholic) and to avoid guilt, I’ve not used it because I haven’t yet sent in the charitable contribution (and also I’m not Catholic). Same with the socks I got in the mail. They’re sitting on my desk making moon-eyes at me while my feet get cold. But nope, I won’t wear them unless I send in the charitable contribution. So maybe it’s not that I don’t feel guilt. Maybe it’s more like I avoid things that might make me feel guilt. Like wine before breakfast. Salud!
I do love guilty pleasures! I have several – wine, caffeine, little toys in my night table, maple syrup on vanilla ice cream, pizza with extra cheese, and of course, Ryan Reynolds. I don’t feel guilty about any of them. EVER!
The Real News!
I know we all want to talk more about RR, but he’s not paying the bills (not yet). In the meantime, I’m a self-supporting woman who craves the finer things in life like Koala Bears (which are quite vicious by the way) and RR. Last I wrote (or is it blogged?), I probably mentioned Collared, the first book in Nikita Slater’s and Jasmin Quinn’s (ME, though I’m guessing you know that) After Dark Series!
It’s up for pre-order on Amazon and… countdown time… 3 more fucking days until you get to read it! You don’t need to buy a copy. It will also be Free on March 15 on Kindle Unlimited. Although, buy a copy if you want. Then you can keep it forever and reread it! It will be like having multiple orgasms. Trust me…
Milla Luc is not an ordinary man. He’s gracious, charming, sexy, and powerful. Everything I desire and don’t have. Can’t have. A cocktail of perfection, too tempting to pass up and I decide to enjoy the short time I have to spend with him. After this night, I’ll never see him again.
Luc I don’t play nice. I’ve never played nice. Milla didn’t do all her homework or she’d know that. Last night, I was gentle, loving, because she was beautiful and sexy, and I didn’t want to scare her away. But playtime is over and the gloves are off.
Poor lamb is about to get savaged.
(This last line gives me chills. Yes, I wrote it, but still, it’s that fucking good!)
And More Good News!
Will it ever end? No, no it won’t!
Safeword, the next book in Nikita Slater’s and Jasmin Quinn’s (ME, again) After Dark collection is now available for pre-order for only $0.99! We’re so excited for these novellas to start going live.
It’s dark where despair hides, swamped in shadows. But where there are shadows, there is also light.
Remy He has everything but my name and he wants it. I have nothing but my name and I can’t give it up. He will try to take it from me and I will try to resist.
James She’s bewitched me and I want her All of her. She has no choice. She can give it to me freely or I will take it from her.
The slave will be mine. (Nik wrote that line. Chills again!!! Wish I had free socks to warm my feet…)
Safeword will be officially released on March 29th! Chances are another of my blog updates will also be released. Coincidence? Possibly. Or am I sly as a fox… ?
Other things you should know. I’m still stalking my new guy, but it’s a lot of work stalking two guys at once. I’m committed at this point and I don’t want to give up the new guy. He’s got a pretty fucking nice accent. But I can’t give up RR. We have so much in common… like… we’re both Canadian. And Ryan, I watched the Green Hornet… no… Lantern. It was Green Lantern, right?
If you haven’t already read Shattered, Running with the Devil Book 7, you should. Word on the street is that it’s pretty fucking good. Okay, not on the street… just me, I’m saying it. It’s pretty fucking good.
I’m off now, just for the day. In my land it’s 5:54pm and I’ve been at this since 7:00am. I don’t mind, I love writing and I love everything connected to it. But there’s a bottle of red wine calling my name and I’ve learned from experience, drinking and social media don’t mix. Way too many opportunities to say what I really think and last time I did that, I had to lawyer up.
Have a great day, where ever you are and thank you for being part of my world. It’s a pretty big fucking planet and it’s so cool that we can connect with each other, form friendships, experience kindness and have a lot of fucking fun!
Hey RR, drop by!
I just love you guys. Ok. Confession time. I started drinking a 1/2 hour ago. But it isn’t the wine talking. I swear it. You’re the best… okay maybe the wine’s talking a little bit. I gotta quit drinking the French reds. L’Amour
I have some exciting news to share – besides the Shattered release (more on that below).
I’m stalking someone!
I know! I didn’t think I had it in me either. I mean in my late teens/early 20s I thought every male with a penis was worthy of my attention. All a guy had to say to me was “excuse me, you’re spilling your popcorn on me”, and my youthful hormone-driven self interpreted that to mean, “I’d like to take you for a five-course meal”, which was code for kissing, French-kissing, foreplay, serious oral sex and then full-out depraved sex. That’s all the prompting I needed to track down his full name, address, past, present and future girlfriends, credit card numbers, job history, investments, etc.
I gave all that up when I got married, but to be fair, had I not been a stalker, I wouldn’t be married, which is also why I’m now a little leery of stalking. Even though I’m all for reverse harems, I find sharing space with one man challenging, so should I ever be fortunate enough to have several husbands, I would have to have a place to put them all so they didn’t drive me mad.
But still, I’M STALKING SOMEONE and if feels so good and he’s real – not a fictional boyfriend, although I have a few of those I’m stalking too.
So who am I stalking?
It’s early days in the relationship and I’m not sure how it’s going to pan out, so I won’t share his name. What I will tell you is he’s a celebrity (not Ryan Reynolds, though I’m hoping this will make him sit up and take notice).
I’ve signed up for all his social media. I know he’s married and has children. I know their names. I know where he lives, I know what he drives, and I know his net worth. I know what his dogs’ names are, I know how much he weighs, his favourite food and the size of his penis.
He’s a little too old for me (actually if he’s a man and he’s breathing, he’s not too old), but that just makes him all that more desirable. I’ve been thinking about asking him if he’ll interview for my blog, but I find myself suddenly shy. I don’t know if my heart could take his rejection.
Enough about Mr. Mystery. Let’s move on.
I’m literally brimming (not really) with news!
So many things are new! That’s always the case, because I love writing! I love romance! I love writing dark, edgy romance! I don’t love exclamation marks though, so I don’t know why I’m using so many.
And oh my god, I love this book! It’s a little crazy, but I’ve read this book at least ten times (yeah, I know it’s called editing, but I’m probably one of my most devoted fans). I thought Hard Lessons was my masterpiece, but now I think this one is my Vermeer (what’s a Vermeer you ask? On March 15th you’ll get to find out – more on that below). I struggled with the pairing of Esma and Rusya because I couldn’t figure out how to make it work, but isn’t that what good romance novels are about – characters overcoming obstacles to finally find lasting love? In this case, one of Esma’s and Rusya’s big obstacles was themselves. They both had to change. That’s the joy and curse of true love. Fucking compromise.
Which is why I am now stalking someone. Stalkers don’t compromise.
What’s next in RWD?
Neither do hitmen, which is what’s coming down the pipes in June 2019 with Past Sins, Running with the Devil Book 8 (holy – 8 books!). You’ve already met Katerina in previous books (Without Mercy, Courting Trouble, and Shattered). She’s the pretty young Russian who works for Anto as his computer geek. Even Anto wonders why she’s on his payroll.
Alexei, a Russian hitman, is after her to make her atone for something she did six years ago. Who the hell knows how this is going to play out? Will Alexei kill Katya? Or will they fall in love and live happily ever after? And who is Nikita, and will he die gruesomely? So many unanswered questions. I can hardly wait!
And finally, the new series!
I’ve been threatening you with a new series, and one of the things that makes me such a good stalker is that I never make idle threats. So yes, my readers, shifters are coming!!! You heard it here first (not really – you heard in the Dark Side first unless you’re not a member, then you heard it here first) (unless someone told you, which I suppose could happen).
Shifters. Wolves to be exact. Not bears (sorry bear shifter people) because bears are loners and I wanted packs. Also, I couldn’t figure out how bears and wolves could reproduce. I had a long talk with my girl, Nikita Slater, on this and she was very clear that they could reproduce. But still, no bears.
This series is going to be awesome! My penchant for wild, primal, unapologetic male characters will serve me well because shifter’s rule by instinct. The entire concept gives me chills.
Shifters are the species between repressed, stick-up-their-asses humans and real wolves. They embrace instinct, don’t fight it, but still, a lot of what they do is more human than wolf. Trist (Basic Instinct, Shifters of Darkness Falls Book 1).
Want to know more about this series? Read Shattered and at the back, you’ll find the first two chapters of Basic Instinct (Shifters of Darkness Falls Book 1). And stay even more tuned and you will get to read the entire book on April 26th!
What does this mean for Running with the Devil?
It’s not the end of the Running with the Devil Series – I can’t let my mafia bad boys go that easily. There will be 5 more books in the RWD series (books 8-12) and two novellas. Too quote Anto, “You’re gonna love it!”
And even more fucking news!
Oh my fucking god, I’m having the best time this year! Nikita Slater and I have teamed up to write a series of dark, edgy novellas that will leave you breathless.
These After Dark novellas are for readers who love uncompromising, sexually-explicit romance.
They include elements of BDSM, dub/non-con sex and other dark erotic themes. They represent women’s darkest desires and fantasies and explore the dark side of love, romance, passion and obsession. They are naughty, uncensored and unapologetic.
All novellas are standalone, HEA with no cheating.
Milla Luc is not an ordinary man. He’s gracious, charming, sexy, and powerful. Everything I desire and don’t have. Can’t have. A cocktail of perfection, too tempting to pass up and I decide to enjoy the short time I have to spend with him. After this night, I’ll never see him again.
Luc I don’t play nice. I’ve never played nice. Milla didn’t do all her homework or she’d know that. Last night, I was gentle, loving, because she was beautiful and sexy, and I didn’t want to scare her away. But playtime is over, and the gloves are off. Poor lamb is about to get savaged.
… there’s more, but that’s enough for one outing. I think it’s very likely you’ll hear from me before the end of April. I have to update you on how my stalking is going and I’m thinking of pushing a little harder on the Ryan Reynolds front.
And it’s time for another book boyfriend interview. I tried to interview Rusya Savisin, but I ended up in one of his cells, which would have been okay, except he refused to join me.
Apparently, it’s because I have a potty mouth.
Stalk on sisters and brothers but stay safe!
PS. I’m over my mad at Facebook. We’re friends again.
Hello my friends, stalkers and other people who follow my blog because they might just be as crazy as I am,
Today, I’m going to rant.
Well, first I’m going to tell you about my upcoming activities.
Shattered, Running with the Devil, Book 7, working title (WT) because I can’t decide if this is the title I want or if I want something different. Maybe I should ask Facebook what’s appropriate – heavy dose of sarcasm there. Anyway, Shattered (WT) is almost complete – well the first draft is.
The second draft will need a serious edit and then it goes to my lucky editor who gets to delete a whole bunch of perfect paragraphs and destroy my confidence. While she’s doing that, I’ll create a great cover and some teasers and share both with my facebook group, Jasmin’s Dark Side (providing I have members left – more on that below).
After Shattered (WT), I’m going to start a new series, this one a Shifter series, because I just love the whole concept. I got a taste of it when I wrote First Blood Moon, and am working out the background details so I don’t make shit up as I go along (which I’ll do anyway).
Don’t worry, Running with the Devil is not done yet. Nope, I have several more books planned and will publish books 8 and 9 this year. Maybe even book 10. I just need a little shift (see what I did there?) so I can get my RWD creative flow back.
First Blood Moon (formerly of The Horror of our Love Anthology fame) is now available as a solo for $0.99 on Amazon. It’s a pretty cool little novella, a quick read with lots of hot stuff and an alpha shifter that will leave you breathless. You should buy a copy or read it for FREE on Kindle Unlimited!
A quick update about the partnership between Nikita Slater and me (who by the way has her new book, Queen’s Move, up for presales on Amazon). We are postponing the publication of our first collaborative book until March, 2019 because we haven’t quite decided on a PEN name, we have collectively three book releases in February and one or two other complicated reasons. But BE READY – our first book, Chained, is as hot as they come!
On to fucking Facebook, which I don’t mean literally, because if Facebook were a man, I wouldn’t let it anywhere near my vagina.
First, if you haven’t figured it out already, Jasmin Quinn is my PEN name for so many reasons, the primary one being that I write some hot, sexy stuff and swear a lot. Well, I swear a lot in my fake life too. I want to keep my writing separated from my fake life (you know, the one where I go to work, have dinner with the in-laws, and keep company with my husband and his conservative golfing buddies).
Back to Facebook and why I’d kick them in the nuts if they weren’t so Rusya Savisin (bratva mob boss in my Running with the Devil series and the H in a major alpha way in my upcoming book).
Where shall I start?
Facebook is inconsistent in it’s application of it’s rules. Not that I want them to be consistent, because its inconsistency allows authors to slip through the cracks.
Example: Facebook ads, of which I was paying for.
The first time I tried to create one, it was rejected because the image was too provocative. So I changed the image, it got approved and I started shelling out the big bucks (okay, the little bucks, but for a writer, it can be costly to market). I created three more ads based on what they deemed acceptable and got accepted.
UNTIL I made a small change (unrelated to the images or text I was using in the ads). Oops! My bad!
Then all the ads were rejected because for some reason they no longer met the no-provocative-stuff guideline. So I did what any other author would do in my position (right authors out there?). I deleted all the fucking ads and huffed off, wrote a scene in my book and kicked Rusya in the nuts (then deleted the scene – I don’t want to die, and he’d kill me for kicking him in the nuts).
Facebook is a bully. What is the definition of bully? – Habitually cruel or overbearing, especially to smaller or weaker people. – To treat in an overbearing or intimidating manner. – To force one’s way aggressively or by intimidation
Sound familiar, fellow authors?
Facebook is controlling and arbitrary in its decisions without providing explanations in a transparent manner.
When I first created a Facebook account under my PEN name, the first one was suspended. So I tried again – under Jas Quinn, which for some reason was allowed. As I started to build a friend list, a closed group (Jasmin’s Dark Side – you should totally join), and a Jasmin Quinn author page, they suspended the account. I had to beg them to reinstate it, which they did (yay… Facebook….). However, I can’t run paid ads under this account and when I asked for an explanation (more than once), I got a vague, bullshit answer that offered no explanation.
So I had to go covert and use my personal Facebook account, which freaked me out for PEN name reasons stated above.
NOW they’re arbitrarily cleaning out closed groups. If you’re not an active participant in a group, then beware, unless you get to it and post, you’ll be removed. Better yet, they’ve warned the owners of groups to reach out to their members and ask them to leave comments.
I fucking refuse to do that. Why? Because I don’t like the strong-arm tactics Facebook uses, so why would I emulate such tactics in my group? By next week, I may have only a handful of members left in my closed group, which will make me sad, but I won’t play Facebook’s stupid game.
Authors are intimidated by Facebook.
You can see it in the threads. Can I have an account using a PEN name? The answer is yes and no. Can I run ads under my PEN name? Also, the answer is yes and no, depending on Facebook’s arbitrary application of its rules. Do I have to post a real picture of myself? No, but only if you beg hard and get someone who’s listening and not out there to screw you over.
Me – I’m afraid to post a rant on Facebook. I’m afraid they monitor any Facebook mentions in comments or posts. Crazy? Probably, but who knows?
Facebook does whatever the fuck it wants without explaining why to its membership including taking your money, fucking with your life, using intimidating tactics to force compliance, and not explaining a fucking thing.
Yep, Facebook is a bully because it can be. I need it more than it needs me, and it doesn’t hesitate to remind me of that. It’s a fucking giant. But not all giants are bullies. And in fact, don’t giants have a social responsibility not to be?
I feel like David, with my stupid little slingshot. The problem with me is I have bad aim and I can be easily crushed (also I’m not fast like David).
Thank you for reading this all the way through. Thank you for listening to my raging. I feel better now.
Last Saturday I vacuumed my house completely naked! Yes! I’m not lying! It was a revenge naked-vacuum. I was getting back at my partner who deems his golfing buddies
more important than me on Saturday mornings.
I don’t always vacuum naked on Saturday mornings. Sometimes I clean the tub naked or dust. I don’t ever cook naked though – hot things splatter.
Hubs doesn’t know I do this for two reasons. First, I like that it’s a secret, it makes me feel particularly naughty that he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on because I never clean the house naked when he’s home. And second, I have this wish that he comes home unexpectedly and catches me the act.
It could happen!
PS. So as not to cast him as the evil, dominating master overlord of our home, Hubs also cleans but he and I have differing opinions on what constitutes cleaning. And he’s never cleaned naked – I’m sure of it!
What’s your naughty secret?
Bad Boys and Free Books!
Two of my favourite things: a free book with a sexy, alpha male bad boy. The Darkest Hour, Running with the Devil Book 1 is available free on Amazon until December 3! You can always read it free on Kindle Unlimited, but this is a chance to get a perma-copy. Don’t miss out!
Dean was my first and as we all know, that first time is special. Okay, well not always, but in this case, definitely. Dean will continue to be one of my favourite bad boys of all time. He’s a little mean to Kelsie, but deep down he loves her. Those of you who have read The Darkest Hour, know that Kelsie was pregnant at the end. Well, she had the little one. Boy or girl you ask? My next book, Courting Trouble (Running with the Devil Book 6) reveals the sex of the baby!
Speaking of Courting Trouble
Running with the Devil Book 6 is on track to be released on December 28, 2018. The book’s title? If you guessed Courting Trouble, you’d be right!
This book has all the elements of a dark romance, but adds a some humour as Hugo Marsden navigates the hurricane that is Olivia West. Quite a few characters out of my previous books will make an appearance and we get introduced to a couple of new characters that may surface again in future books. You don’t want to miss this book! Courting Trouble will be the perfect read for those post-Christmas blues.
What else is new?
Rusya Savisin is finally getting his own story in Running with the Devil Book 7. I’m still thinking about the title, but have the book pretty much sketched out and can’t wait to officially start it. I keep writing little paragraphs here and there as they come to me, but have to wrap things up with Hugo and Olivia before moving on.
A little big surprise in the new year. I can’t tell you about it because then it wouldn’t be a surprise. But I can drop a scintillating hint. It involves a writer friend of mine and some pretty fucking deep, dark, disturbing dirty writing.
To You with Love
Finally, thank you so much for all your positive feedback on my writing. It’s what I love to do best and I’m lucky to get to do it and to have such a fantastic audience for it.
My very best wishes to you all during the holiday season. I hope you get everything you wish for. Stay safe and happy.
Love Jasmin xxoo
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Hello my fellow lovers of all things big, long and hard!
October has been a wild month, but in such a great way!
Hard Lessons (Running with the Devil Book 5) is still in pre-sale mode for $0.99. Grab your copy now, while it’s on sale. The price will go up on October 25th, which is official release day (I’m happy dancing because I love this book)! Once released, you can buy Hard Lessons for $2.99 on Amazon or read it for FREE on Kindle Unlimited. It’s also going to be available in paperback!
I’ve signed up for a million takeovers this week and next (well, maybe not a million, but several) to talk about this book and share the other books I’ve published. There’s going to be a ton of fun and lots of giveaways.
If you’re interested in coming to one or more the takeovers, a list of where and when they will be happening is available on my closed group page, Jasmin’s Dark Side. Just pop over, ask to join and we will welcome you with open arms!
Now back to Hard Lessons and my interview with Jack Creed!
Why should you read Hard Lessons? Because Jack Creed makes the rules and like every good little submissive, you must follow them or you will be punished. Spectacularly!
I asked Mr. Creed to take a break from his busy work schedule as vicious, intense mob boss and super-dominant guy and sit down for an interview with me. I’m a lucky, lucky girl because he said yes. We met at his hotel and casino in his penthouse suite in Las Vegas. He poured me a glass of lovely Kenwood Jack London Merlot (#Nicole Heinz) and a glass of scotch for himself. We sat on his couch, facing each other. He is startling handsome, and I couldn’t help but picture his fuckable body naked and writhing under me.
Me: Mr. Creed, thank you for taking time to sit down with me on your very sexy leather couch. As you are aware, my name is Jasmin Quinn, writer and totally hot babe.
J. Creed (nodding): Yes, sexy Jasmin, who I would absolutely carry off to the playroom if I weren’t so devoted to Mira.
Me (flushing): That’s kind of you to say, but I’m married.
J. Creed: Can he be bought?
Me (grinning wickedly): Definitely, he can be bought – how do you think I got him in the first place? But can Mira?
J. Creed (a small frown playing at his lips): Not as easily. At least not with diamond necklaces.
Me (a little heart-broken): Let’s move on before I start weeping. I heard a rumour that you and Hugo Marsden had a 3-way with a lucky lady. Could you perhaps elaborate on that?
J. Creed (smiling wickedly): Jasmin, you naughty little thing. I don’t kiss and tell.
Me (grinning hopefully): That’s so good to hear, Mr. Creed. But let me challenge you on that just a little.
J. Creed shifts in his seat and looks at me sternly, his long fingers circling the rim of his whiskey glass like it was nipple or a….
Me (also shifting): You sent Mira’s boss, Aaron Leeds, some pictures of Mira in compromising poses. Pretty vanilla shit, but they got her fired, didn’t they?
J. Creed (dangerously): What’s your point, Jasmin?
Me (squirming in my seat, wishing I had gone commando this morning): Well, you hinted at other pictures, far more explicit than the ones you sent to Mr. Leeds.
J. Creed (pinning me in place with his dark eyes): I did.
Me (whispering): And were there, Mr. Creed? Were there more pictures of you…?
J. Creed (narrowing his brows): Time to change the subject, Jasmin. Unless you want to find out exactly why they call me Mr. Mafia.
Me (reluctantly changing the subject): I’ve noted that you are a very big stickler for rules. You seem to rule Vegas with an iron fist. Can you talk a little about what happens when people break your rules?
J.Creed: It all depends on who’s doing the breaking. If it’s some fuck who thinks he can mess with what’s mine, then it’s more than likely he’ll end up in pieces and buried in various locations around Vegas.
Me (nodding sagely and playing with my hair): I see. And if it’s say… oh, I don’t know… perhaps a woman you’re sweet on?
J. Creed (grinning): Well, Jasmin, here’s a scenario. Let’s say I’ve asked you to put on a short black leather dress and 4-inch red heels and you do.
Me (breathlessly): Yes.
J. Creed: But I tell you not to wear any underwear.
Me (still breathlessly, heart hammering in my chest): Yes, don’t stop.
J. Creed: But you put the panties on anyway.
Me (swallowing, fanning myself a little): Yes, yes. I did do that.
J. Creed (leaning forward and whispers in my ear): I would make you choose your punishment.
Me (whispering): Fuck me
J. Creed (grinning wickedly): That’s definitely one option.
***end of interview***
Speaking of really hot, awesome women!
A bunch of us girls got together a couple of months ago to create an anthology called the Horror of our Love. There were so many paths we could have gone because what women doesn’t have a horror of a tale to tell about an ex- and/or current lover?
But with Halloween approaching, we decided to let the real bad boys out of their cages. My fellow authors and I wrote five delightfully twisted stories where the monsters get the happy ending.
Has the success gone to my head? No, I don’t think so. I’m still the amazingly sexy, talented writer I’ve always been (I’m kidding… sort of). My fellow authors are the very talented Nikita Slater, DD Prince, Nicole Heinz and Bonny Bennett and I owe my #1 status to them.
I’m taking a wee vacation to Maui with my husband to make up for my willingness to dump him for Jack Creed. He knows Jack’s fictional, I know Jack’s fictional, but the bastard is coming between us. Ooooh, that almost sounds like another threesome!
After I get back, I am going to finish a book I started several months ago, unrelated to Running with the Devil (RWD). No fear though – I have at least five more books in the RWD series.
This new book will be called The Cowboy Way (or something equally clever) and yep, if you guessed there was a cowboy in it, you’d be right. I’m planning for an end of December release.
I also plan to start a new series – either a trilogy or a sixology (or any number in between 3 and 6) called After Dark BDSM Series. Guess what it’s about! No, seriously, guess.
And finally, I developed a serious crush on Hawes, my shape-shifting super-alpha wolf in First Blood Moon, the story I authored for The Horror of Our Love Anthology. I want to explore that relationship in a little more depth, see what the shifter world is about, see if there’s room for a wolf-shifter in my life. If I’m lucky, Hawes will agree to an interview for an upcoming blog!
Have a great Halloween! See you on the Dark Side (see what I did there?)!
Hello fellow lovers of hot sex (in and out of romance novels),
Let’s talk about words that start with O!
Like October. Oh, and Orgasm. It’s double Os. Now we know where ‘Oh Oh’ came from, as in “Oh, Oh, please don’t stop!”
I love October! It’s my favourite month of the year because on the west coast of Canada, it’s that cooling off month where the leaves turn colour, the air smells minty fresh, the moon is bright against the night sky and the chill from an open window adds a sexy element to nighttime cuddling.
Yes, I am a romantic despite my protests.
October in Canada means Thanksgiving, so Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian
readers and friends! It also means Halloween (okay, Halloween is not something Canada invented even if we seriously have some scary dudes!).
And how do grown-up’s celebrate Halloween? If you’re me, you open a bottle of red wine, don a sexy costume, add a little make up and throw a few come-hither looks your partner’s way. It generally works, as long as I’m not competing with the World Series!
Or you could just curl up with your favourite toy and an awesome romance book by your favourite author (or me…).
Which brings me to …
We’re having a release party and you’re all invited!
Why?The Horror of Our Love, A Twisted Tales Anthology is officially released on Amazon!
This Anthology has five unsettling, horror romance novellas written by five fabulous writers! Buy it on Amazon today for $0.99 USD before the price goes up to $3.99. And of course, it’s always FREE on Kindle Unlimited.
Who might these lovely writers be?
Well, me for starters (Jasmin Quinn in case you need a reminder). My novella is titled First Blood Moon and let’s just say it makes the Werewolf in London look like Bambi (actually, it eats Bambi for breakfast!).
About First Blood Moon by Jasmin Quinn (ME!)
Grace is running for her life, running towards her fate. Rescued from one nightmare to be thrust into another by Hawes, a man, a wolf, a demon. Her mate. Or so it is prophesied.
Hawes, part-wolf, part-demon, Alpha of his pack. Waiting for his mate to arrive. Waiting to take her innocence, waiting to plant his seed. Waiting to create a God.
The world will change on the night of the Hunter’s Blood Moon…
The other amazing authors who have contributed to The Horror of Our Love Anthology are:
You are absolutely going to love these novellas – each one reflecting the author’s personal writing style, all of them compelling and engaging, and as scary as that scene in the Exorcist when Regan’s head turns 360 degrees (I jest – nothing is that scary except Hannibal Lecter in any scene in Silence of the Lambs)!
If you haven’t already, put the Anthology on your To-Read List on Goodreads! Once you’ve read the stories, don’t forget to review the book!
Since we’re talking about scary stuff, Mr. Mafia,Jack Creed merits a mention. Another reason why October is so fantastic. Hard Lessonswill be out on October 25th. But it’s up for presales, so grab your copy now for just $0.99 on Amazon! The price will go up October 25th!
No sound, Mira. No crying, no sobbing, no screaming, no protesting, no moaning. No words. Not even a whimper.
What happens when Mira, superstar Las Vegas prosecuting attorney goes toe-to-toe with Jack Creed, dark, dangerous mafia man? What happens when Mira puts Jack’s brother away for 15 years for what she deems a BDSM-related murder?
Jack gets mad is what happens! He decides the pretty lawyer needs a few Hard Lessons of her own to bring her to heel.
While he’s schooling Mira on her true submissive nature, someone is chipping away at his criminal empire, murdering his men and interfering with his operations. Jack needs his brother out of jail and back in the game and he’ll do anything to make it happen, including exploiting Mira’s vulnerabilities.
This is a story of seduction, betrayal, and second chances. It explicitly explores elements of BDSM including bondage, dominance, submission, and pain play. For adults (18+) only.
Thanks to Jack Creed, I’m starting a new 3-book series which will focus on BDSM as the central theme in each of the books. I haven’t quite settled on a name for the series but am working on Book 1. That doesn’t mean an end to the Running with the Devil series. There’s a whole lot more story to be told. Book 6 of Running with the Devil is in progress as well.
To finish on an orgasmic bang, here are a few of my other favourite O words:
Obscene – I love this one. I love pairing this one with erection, as in… his erection was obscene!
Obscenity – Also words I love. My editor always tells me to tone it down a little. Believe it or not, the final edits of my books are exceptionally toned down.
Old fashioned – that’s a hand job, or as Anto Kharzin likes to call it, a do-it-your-selfer.
One-night-stand – I’ve had them, but never intentionally. I’m too much of a romantic to not think about the potential of a relationship with every guy I’m intimate with. But some men can be pricks (oops, forgot it was O word day) and not always appreciative of the amazing sex they were lucky enough to get.
And then of coarse, the BIG O!
I love them. I love having them, I love giving them, I love writing about them. I swear I’m not a complete sex fiend, but I truly believe that the human sexual drive is as natural as horns on a unicorn and not something women should be shy about, ashamed of or apologize for.
Orgasms for women are not always easy. It took me a while to learn how to have awesome ones and as a young woman (I’m still young, just not very…), I couldn’t understand what was wrong with me because I wasn’t orgasming during sex. Thank god for Google. You know what? About 75% of women don’t reach orgasm from intercourse alone!
We need more that just vaginal stimulation, we need a sex toy, hands or a tongue, which is why my female characters don’t just pop off their orgasms when Mr. Perfect Mafia Man slips them the dickie. They need a little work, a little stimulation, a little foreplay, post-play, toys, fingers, tongues.