Sunday, December 8, 2013




Jami always had a strong desire to write, and from a very young age books became her escape.  She loves the freedom to express herself through her stories and share them with others.  She was inspired by authors such as Judy Blume and S.E. Hinton,  Lois Duncan and Paula Danziger.  She quickly moved along to steal her mother's books and found a love for romance and the Classics.  Most of her stories stayed in her head, until she was in middle school and she started writing in journals.  Mostly, she wrote poetry, but soon her creativity demanded more attention, and she began developing short stories as well.
     Those notebooks remained hidden away, along with the numerous ones she'd scribbled in here and there over the years, until a friend encouraged her to write again about five years ago.  She has never been more grateful for the push.  

      Her books are always on the spicy side, with a little bit of sweet to make you swoon.  Her feisty kittens always give the bad boys a run for their money.   She likes taking risks, pushing her characters into directions that challenge the reader and bring them out of their element. The unexpected is usually what you'll find with her writing.  Life isn't always pretty, and she likes to layer her words with true grit. 
     She is also a self confessed sexy cat lady, and her writing partners include a gaggle of rescued alley cats, her "hood cats," and her big black dog. 

    Some of her favorite things/obsessions are: birthday cake lip balm, black and white movies, old cars, drag racing, BMX, Superheros, collecting old pink junk, James Dean, and all things Alabama. (Roll Tide Roll) 

     When she doesn't have her nose in a book, or fingers on a keyboard, she spends her time at the beach, hanging out with her family and friends, and waiting for the next felon to come sweep her off her feet.
    Jami lives in Southern California.



Jayne King lived in a world of players. She’d been groomed by her father to win, taking no prisoners in her quest to reach the top. But, it was never enough. She wanted out, and just when she finds her escape, she’s pulled back into the underground crime world of Las Vegas. One phone call spins her life out of control and she once again has to live her life behind a mask of lies. 
Her body is for sale, but her heart is off limits. 

Flynn Maguire, professional gambler and notorious ladies’ man always wins. Always. As the heir to the Maguire Grand Hotel and Casino fortune, he’s always had his desires delivered on a silver platter. When he crosses paths with Jayne King, he will stop at nothing to have her. Nothing has ever stood between him and what he wanted, and there wasn’t any amount of money too high to pay to own her. He realizes too late that money can’t buy her heart and finds himself in a place he never thought he’d be. Out of luck. 



I heard banging. Loud, obnoxious banging. I blinked several times, and tried to focus my eyes enough to see what time it was. I peeked at the time on my cell phone, and groaned. It was near three thirty in the morning, and the only person I’d expect to knock on my front door at that time, or anytime, was Vince, and he was snoring on his stomach next to me.
I shook his shoulder, whispering loudly in his ear. “Vince, get up. Someone’s outside.”
He jolted up, hand already on the gun underneath his pillow, and jumped out of bed. He rushed to the door, wearing boxers and his black socks, and gun pointed straight ahead. I grabbed my robe, tying it tightly around my waist and followed behind him, careful to be as quiet as possible.
The whole thing smelled bad. There was no reason for anyone to be at my door. Something was wrong, and it turned my blood into ice water.
“Jesus, fuck,” he snapped, turning to face me. “Fucking Maguire.”
My eyebrows shot up and I let out a small gasp of surprise. “What the hell?”
Nodding toward the door, he gave me a questioning look. “This guy gonna be trouble, Janie? What the fuck is he doing here?”
“I don’t know!” I hissed. “How the hell should I know?”
Vince sighed, running his hand through his dark locks. “This isn’t good, Janie. This is… shit.”
Taking a deep breath, I went over the situation in my head. Flynn was being a spoiled brat. Obviously. He was pissed that I didn’t play into his hands like everyone else, and he was still angry. I knew I had to deal with it, get him to leave telling him whatever it was he needed to hear. And then I’d deal with Vince.
“Let me talk to him. I’ll get him to leave. Just give me a minute.”
His lips pressed into a firm line. He wasn’t happy, but there was no sense in him doing or saying something to make things worse. There was still the hope that Flynn would call me again. I needed to hold that into account.
“Just, step back. I can deal with him.”
I moved past him and opened the door, smiling when I caught Flynn’s eye. “It’s inappropriate for you to come to my house, Flynn.”
His scowl grew, and the fire is his eyes blazed. He was furious.
“You just walk out on me? You come home to your man?”
I barked out a laugh. With my hands on my hips, I decided to play this another way. “Mr. Maguire, my evening with you came to an end, and I left. I thanked you for a nice evening, you paid me, and that’s it. You have no right to question what I do afterward. You’re a client, and I am an escort. That’s a business arrangement. My home, that’s personal. You don’t come here pressing me about my private life.”
His hand came forward, and out of instinct, I flinched. The look on his face caused me to instantly regret it, and I gave a quick smile to cover it up.
“I would never hurt you, Jayne. You have an eyelash,” he said, his voice low and soft. He reached up again, slowly, and pinched the stray hair between his thumb and finger. “There. I got it.”
I leaned forward and blew on it, a superstitious thing to do, but something I’d learned from my mother.
I also made a wish.
“Thank you.”
We were quiet for a moment, both of us staring at the other, unsure what to do.
“I want to see you tomorrow, Jayne. No bullshit, no one else, just you and I. I promise you, I’ll be on my best behavior.”
I wasn’t sure what to think, but him standing there in a rumpled shirt and the top button of his jeans undone, hair in disarray, it was a little difficult to take him seriously. I wanted to though, very much, and that only pissed me off.
“Are you asking me to meet with you, looking like you’ve been ridden all night by that blonde? Have you that little respect for me, Mr. Maguire. If so, I’ll have to ask you to get the fuck off my porch, and the fuck out of my life.”
“No!” he exclaimed. “I left her at the bar. It was stupid, Jayne. I was trying to… I was trying…”
His hand went into his hair and he turned around to face the street, cursing. “I was trying to get your attention. I was making you jealous. I was sitting in my car… across the street waiting.”
I laughed. Hard.
“Flynn, do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds? You’ve had my attention four times now. You pay for my attention… isn’t that the whole point?”
He turned to face me and the look on his eyes planted me on my ass. “It’s not the same.”
I blinked. Rapidly. I wasn’t sure what to think of that. Was he serious?
“I’m not sure I understand you, Flynn.”
He grabbed my shoulders, taking a step closer to me and leaning in closely. “I want you to want to spend time with me.”




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