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Busted Hearts – Teaser
AX: PROLOGUE Busted Hearts Portland, Oregon Busted Hearts “You dirty, disgusting, repulsive pig!” I held the phone...
JC Jaye’s “What Say?” – The Trilogy is Complete.
Blog number 19 - Sept 22, 2020 NEED IT WORSE THAN BAD Hey, Jaye Hawks… Ready for some exciting news? Check it out: New book announcement and cover reveal coming your way! Oooh yeah, baby. In two short weeks, NEED IT, WORSE THAN BAD, the final installment in JC’s romcom Breakaleg Trilogy makes its hot and steamy debut, introducing broody billionaire...
Want It Wicked – Teaser
Want It Wicked - Teaser He was well-charred toast… Oh, Jesus. It was Iris. Sittin’ dead ahead, in the phenomenal flesh. I blinked, licking dry lips. Right. Fuckin’. There. In. Front. Of. Me. Here we go… Yet another sign the man upstairs has A.J. on his shit list. Hell, the prick isn’t even giving me twelve hours to recover from the last sighting! Thanks a lot, God. Working on keeping my tongue off the carpet, I stumbled on my crutches, staring like a schoolboy. The little beauty was decked out...
JC Jaye’s “What Say?” – Meet the Men
Blog number 18 - July 14, 2020 Meet the Men Hey Gals… JC here, fast on the tail end of my hot n’ steamy Dirty Dozen paperback giveaway.Thanks to my friends who participated, as well as the large number of new-to-me romance devourers who signed on up. Glad to meet y’all! Happy to report the “DD” was a resounding success; garnering this...
DIRTY DOZEN GIVEAWAY
Blog number 17 - June 24, 2020 DIRTY DOZEN GIVEAWAY Ladies, get ready for it… This is most exciting news! It’s time for my Independence Day weekend ❤️?? DIRTY DOZEN GIVEAWAY ??❤️ Intrigued? You’d better be! To keep the JC “wheels of hotness” rolling, my smarty-pants marketing...
JC Jaye’s “What Say?” – Believe It, Or Not
Blog number 16 - May 28, 2020 Hey, Jaye Hawks… what up! For me? Another day, another rash of random ridiculousness bombarding my brain, which I’m compelled to share. I suspect the long hours of self-isolation (and perhaps those glasses of vino before bed) may be responsible for the dizzying influx upstairs. Either way, I plead the fifth. Alrighty, let’s get to it, what say? ******* For this humorous parable, I’m harkening back to the bad old days and one of my first and longest-lasting jobs—a...