Synopsis:
No one writes a rock star book quite like Jade C.
Jamison. Four of her rock star novels
and one short story are collected together for the first time ever as Backstage Passion. From the local indie band scene to the famous
multi-platinum album rock gods, from an innocent young woman playing lead
vocalist to a cheating frontman, Jade weaves a story like no other.
Then Kiss Me: Casey Williams has left a loveless marriage
and is trying to rebuild her life. She
finds that, even though you can never go home again, you can find lust again,
and she finds a love interest in Scott, her coworker. She also discovers his secret, that he’s a
drummer for a heavy metal band, and falls hard for him…just in time to find
that, between his questionable friends and psychotic maybe-ex-girlfriend, he
might not be the right guy for her. But
her heart beats like a drum for him, and she finds herself willing to play with
fire to get closer.
Excerpt from Backstage Passion: Then Kiss Me
Jade C. Jamison
Scott was showing me different buttons on the stereo. Boys and their toys. My eyes wandered to the rows of CDs below and
next to it and started looking at all of them.
He had a lot of CDs of bands I liked and some I only knew by name, but I
spotted Lamb of God’s Wrath, a
personal favorite, and pulled it out of its place on the shelf with my index
finger.
I handed him the case.
“Oh, so you like these
guys?” I nodded. “Yeah, there’s definitely hope for you, Casey
Williams.” I giggled.
He put the CD in the stereo and turned it up—not too loud
but loud enough to drown out the noise below.
The delayed guitar riff to “The Passing” started playing, sounding crisp
and clear from those gigantic speakers.
Scott leaned over and pressed the forward button so it skipped ahead to
the next track, “In Your Words,” a heavier song that would better show off the
capabilities of the stereo. I could feel
the demanding music in my abdomen, in my heart.
It was a visceral feeling that grabbed me deep inside and incited the
animal inside me. “Sounds fantastic,” I
said, closing my eyes to concentrate on the music.
I felt his hands slide around my waist from behind, and my
abdomen, my thighs, my neck tensed in response.
Oh, shit…I eased out a deep
breath. He whispered in my ear, “You
like it?”
Like what? The stereo
or his hands on my body?
A shiver charged up my spine as my nipples hardened. I swallowed and forced my voice to stay
calm. “Yeah. Great stereo.” My voice was coming from my throat—hoarse and
gravelly. I found my composure and
turned around, his arms still wrapped around my waist. He leaned back a little to give me room, but
we were close. God…the heat coming off
him. I tried not to shudder. I was feeling playful, though, and I asked,
“Are you coming on to me?”
He smiled back but kept his distance. “Maybe.”
Then, “Why?”
“Because if you aren’t, I’m going to turn back around and
listen to this CD. But if you are, I’m
going to kiss you.” Holy shit. Had I actually said that? My heart started beating more rapidly.
He stood there for a second, the smile on his face fading
into something else. I saw his pupils
grow darker as I sucked in a deep breath.
“Then kiss me,” he said.
Tangled Web: Katie
Logan has had a secret crush on her best friend Johnny Church since high
school, but he’s never looked at her the same way. So when Johnny—now a famous
rock-and-roll guitarist—comes home to visit, Katie can’t bring herself to tell
him she’s engaged to be married. She should have, though, because she soon
discovers that maybe the attraction is mutual…
MADversary: Megan Walker doesn’t plan to attend her high
school reunion, but her best friend Lisa begs her to come along. Megan doesn’t want to risk running into her
old boyfriend Tyler Green, a man who has since become rich and famous as the
frontman of a heavy metal band called Madversary. Lisa convinces her that Tyler would never
show up for something like a reunion, so Megan gives in, only to regret
it. Because when Tyler does show up, the
spark reignites, and she doesn’t know that she can bear letting him go again.
Be Careful What You Wish For: Grad student Jessica is given an offer she
plans to refuse—hundreds of dollars to try to seduce an angry wife’s maybe
cheating husband. But when the price
just so happens to cover Jessica’s much-needed car repairs and she finds hot
rocker Kage irresistible, she decides to give it a try, no matter the ultimate
cost.
Bullet: An Epic Rock Star Novel. What if you discover the man you want is
toxic?
She’d tasted a little bit of heaven with him, and now
they’ve gone through hell and back, but can their relationship take anymore?
Valerie Quinn is a naïve college freshman when she meets
on-the-rise rock star Ethan Richards.
He’s an idealistic, handsome, reckless young man, but he’s captured her
heart. She doesn’t give up on him and
eventually his walls crumble down. By
the time Valerie has given herself to him completely, she discovers he’s
damaged and may be beyond help. Can she
save Ethan and their relationship before he implodes, or will he self-destruct
and take her with him?
Excerpt from Backstage Passion: Bullet
Jade C. Jamison
Once he sat down next to me, he started laughing again, this
time uncontrollably. I couldn’t figure
out what was so funny, but his laughter was infectious. Soon I started giggling at him, and I didn’t
finish until my stomach ached.
But then his face got serious again, and he stroked my
cheek. “Sorry about earlier. I guess we put you in an uncomfortable
position. I didn’t know you didn’t smoke
pot.”
“I was accused of being prude in high school more than
once.”
He placed his hand on my thigh. “Oh, I don’t think you’re prude, Val. You just haven’t met your drug of choice, and
you definitely haven’t met the right guy.”
His hand was warm. I
was staring at it and deciding if I wanted to push it off my leg or not. As usual, though, I couldn’t resist
Brad…flirting with him or anything else.
So I said, “Meaning you’re the wrong guy?”
He smirked at me, and I wished I could figure out what he
was thinking. “Yeah, I’m sure I’m the
wrong guy, but I can feel like the right one if you let me try.”
I don’t know why, but his words were exactly what I needed
to hear in that hazy state, and I felt like the most special girl in the world
then. Brad had that effect on me, and I
think it’s because I’d never seen him with another female…ever. It allowed me to believe him. Someone like Ethan, though…it was evident
that he loved women, but he loved all
of them. Whether Brad had designs on
other girls or not, I didn’t know, because I’d never seen him hit on other
girls when I was around. It was like he
only had eyes for me. And I don’t have
any idea why, because—even though that sexual attraction was there—I didn’t
feel like I was encouraging him at all.
He knew I was hung up on Ethan.
He’d known that from the first day I’d met him.
“Did I tell you already how much I like this skirt?”
In spite of my muddled emotions (or because of them), I
liked his hand on my thigh and a deep, dark part of me that I would never admit
to thought I wouldn’t mind if he moved his hand even higher. But I struggled to maintain control. Still, I couldn’t stop myself from
flirting. “Your eyes did.”
He took his hand off my leg and placed it on the back of my
neck while his lips touched mine. The
passion—yes, it was still there, murky and bottomless, threatening to consume
us both, but somehow he had a grip on himself.
I didn’t know if it was the pot helping him to slow down, but this kiss
was not like the kisses we’d shared
in the past, as few as they’d been. This
kiss felt like an exploration…not just of my mouth but of what was between
us. It was questioning, probing, moving
slowly, hoping to find something.
And, yeah, whether I wanted to admit it or not, my judgment
was impaired, although I don’t think Brad could have been considered a bad
choice for anything. But my code—the
notion I had that I needed to love the man I lost my virginity to—was thrown
out the window with the too hot air in his van.
And after luxuriating in his sweet kisses for several
minutes, he kissed my neck, and those nerves must have been connected to my
nipples and my pussy, because the sensations vibrated to those places and past
them to my core. Oh, God, I wanted Brad
like I’d never wanted anyone else. To
hell with the code. So when he said,
“Come on up here,” and placed his hands under my arms to help lift me on his
lap, I went with the flow. My legs were
bent at the knees as I positioned myself on top of him, straddling him. Oh, it would be so easy, and I tingled all
over in anticipation of what was sure to follow.
He started kissing me again and, in spite of my feeling of
relaxation, I could feel my muscles respond to his touch over my entire body,
and I could tell I was breathing heavier too.
I’d been running my fingers through his thick, soft hair, but now I decided
to act with abandon. I felt my way to
the bottom of his shirt, but I wasn’t just going to be coy and run my hand on
his skin underneath. Oh, no. I was going to take his shirt off. I wanted to feel all of his skin. I’d never done it, and I knew he had a firm
body and just the slightest amount of hair on his skin to make him look
deliciously masculine. I’d seen it
enough times that I wanted to touch it.
He leaned forward to help me and grabbed it too to help pull it
off. And then he thrust his fingers in
my hair followed by his tongue in my mouth again, and I felt as though every
nerve fiber in my body was ready to start singing. So when I felt his hands on the bottom of my
t-shirt, I just pulled my head away from him and lifted my arms. He set my shirt on top of his on the seat
beside us and placed his hands on my cheeks to pull my mouth to him again.
I think he knew I needed to move slowly, because he didn’t
just grab my breasts even though they were right there, and I probably would
have let him. Instead, he moved his
hands to the small of my back and, while still kissing me, moved them up, just
feeling every square inch of bare skin below my bra strap.
Meanwhile, my hands were enjoying feeling his chest and
abs. His skin was smooth but firm
underneath, and as I explored, I felt him growing hard underneath me. Oh…that felt really nice, the feeling of his
penis up against me, right where he belonged.
His jeans and my panties were all that separated that joining, because
my skirt wasn’t impeding us at all.
He moved his lips to my neck once again, and I heard a
breath of air rush out of my mouth. This
time, though, he kept moving down and began kissing the tops of my breasts that
weren’t covered by my bra. Yeah, this
felt way too good to stop. I was unaware
of everything else—of the almost uncomfortable, stifling warmth in the van, of
the world around us. It was just Brad
and me.
Author Bio:
BESTSELLING AMAZON AUTHOR
Jade C. Jamison was born and raised in Colorado, moved from
one city/town to the next, and she’s decided she likes it so much she wants to
stay…although travel is not out of the question. She lives in a big town in Colorado (not
unlike Winchester!) with her husband and four children. She is working on becoming a crazy cat
lady. Okay, so maybe not.
Still want more? Jade
has a bachelor’s degree in English Literature and Theater, a master’s degree in
English, and a master of fine arts in Creative Writing. Obviously, she loves school and the student
loan folks love her. She works in human
services by day, teaches English and creative writing at night, and—in between
playing soccer mom and community leader—writes like a fiend. Someday soon, she’ll narrow it down to just
writing, but let’s get all those kids off to college first.
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