Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Counting Down to Release Day of Jackson's Justice on WIP It Up Wednesday


Over a year in the making, finally, Jackson's Justice is here.  Or, it will be.  Tomorrow is the big day.  

So, let the teasing begin on WIPItUp Wednesday 

<huge grin>




Jackson's Justice
by Maddie Taylor

Release date:  January 15th

The Blurb:

Twenty-year-old Jenny Harper has been in love with Heath Jackson since the day she saw him leap from a galloping horse to save an old woman when she was eleven years old. Over the years, Jenny has watched the women swarm around Heath, but she has her heart set on him and she is not one to give up easily. One way or another, she will show Heath she is a grown woman, ready for a husband, not the child he remembers tagging along after his younger brother.

Unfortunately for Jenny, ever since he was left at the altar by a foolish girl who ran off to marry a wealthy old man, Heath Jackson has sworn off marriage, preferring instead the company of widows and saloon girls. And in any case, though he has secretly lusted after her for years, as far as Heath is concerned Jenny is too young, too much like family, and too eager to wed.

But when tragedy strikes, putting more on Jenny’s shoulders than she can bear, her only hope of saving her family home lies in marrying quickly. Can Heath sit back while other men vie for her affections? Can he bear to watch in silence as she chooses a weakling when she desperately needs a strong man like him, one who will keep her safe and give her the sound discipline she needs when her impulsive ways place her in danger? Or will he stand up and claim what should be his, even if it means risking his heart again?


Publisher’s Note: Jackson’s Justice is a largely stand-alone sequel to Marshal’s Law. It is a full-length erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


The tease...


He tugged the crumpled gown from her grasp and tossed it aside. “You won’t be needing this tonight.” 

“I can’t sleep without a gown,” she whispered.

His lips tipped upward. “Don’t see why not. But if it makes you feel better, we won’t be doing much sleeping.” 

His hands quickly divested her of her clothing, tossing them aside to join the discarded gown on the floor. He nudged her backward, guiding her onto the bed. She gasped as he lifted one leg straight up and flipped off her shoe, leaving her foot resting flat on his chest. He did the same with the other leg, her stockings the only remaining barrier.

As he leaned forward, her knees bent toward her chest and her thighs parted. He didn’t stop until his trousers brushed her behind. Her legs gaped, spread wide open with all of her intimate secrets on full display should he care to look. Of course, he did. His eyes dipped, and her body tingled as he looked his fill.

“Heath,” she breathed.

As she met his burning gaze, the heat in the room was nearly unbearable. Was it Heath rousing her, or the blaze in the hearth? She licked her dry lips again, as his eyes followed and lingered on her mouth. Kneeling on the bed, his shoulders spread her legs wider, lifting her hips in the air. His hands cupped handfuls of her bottom as he lowered his dark head and settled his mouth against her, his tongue licking between the seam of her lower lips. The sensation was electrifying. She didn’t think it could be better until his tongue dove inside, taking possession of her intimately, driving into her already aching and needy passage. She released what breath she had left in a groan.

“Never have I tasted such sweetness,” he murmured, as he lowered his mouth to lick into her over and over.

Before long, her fingers wove into his hair, pulling him into her while pressing against his mouth at the same time. When his thumbs parted her, his tongue tunneling inside, swirling and lapping at her aching flesh, she couldn’t take it anymore and came apart. Her fingers curled into his hair as she cried out her passion and convulsed around him.

He lifted his head, his chin resting on her titian curls as he looked up at her, grinning. “We’ll have to work on your endurance, darlin’. That was over much too soon.”

“Oh, dear heavens above,” Jenny exclaimed between gasping breaths. Nothing felt as good as his mouth on her there, except when he plunged deep inside or kissed her until she was dizzy with lust, or touched her just about anywhere. She couldn’t deny the man made her giddy with want.

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