Saturday, September 11, 2010

Where Were You?

Today is a day of remembrance. To all of you who lost a loved one nine years ago, my thoughts and prayers are with. To all of those who have lost a loved one in the years since due to the war, my thoughts and prayers are with you as well. And to all of those who have a loved one in the military in another country still fighting this war, my prayers are with you each day that you may see them again.

Do you remember where you were nine years ago when the news rang out over all media outlets?

I do, like it was yesterday.

I was at the kitchen table about to begin my daughter's homeschool lesson when my husband called. He was on his way home from work...aka...Air National Guard post. He asked me if I had heard or seen the news. I hadn't. He told me how a plane had crashed into one of the towers. I turned on the TV and watched in stunned silence while the second plane crashed into the second tower. I sat on the floor at the end of the bed the rest of the day while my husband tried to get some sleep, which is what I should have been doing since I had to go to work that night...aka...Air National Guard post.

Yes, we were a military family. Both of us were in the Air National Guard and we had two small kids. All I could think was we were at war and our lives would change, possibly forever.

Never once have I regretted joining the military. I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. I am now out as is my husband. I never went overseas, though my husband did. What can I say, I love America. I love freedom and I'm proud to have served my country. I didn't give the ultimate sacrifice like a lot of men and women have done. My heart goes out to those family left behind. My heart goes out to all those veterans who wish they had paid the total sacrifice. Thank you men and women of the military, without you I would not have the freedom to post as such. Thank you for keeping America free.

Jasmine

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

I've Been Interviewed

Minxes of Romance has interviewed little ole me. Stop by here and check it out.

Happy Wednesday!

Jasmine

Friday, September 3, 2010

A Wonderful Surprise


I woke up today in my normal haze and stumbled to the computer. Okay, so it wasn't early or anything, but the haze comes with the fibro. So, as I was in my haze and just feeling around, I decided to google my name with my latest book title.

Yes, I know all about google alerts, but when your pen name is the same as a porn star you get all kinds of google alerts that have nothing to do with you.

So I pop my name and title into the box and start to browse the replies and I came across a reader review. I was so excited as the book has only been out for days. But there it was on goodreads in all its glory.

Lisa on goodreads says, "I was hooked from page one, completely stunned by the conflict at the story’s climax, and entirely invested in the untangling of the events surrounding the two men."

Y0u can read the entire review here.


Thank you, Lisa! You have made my entire weekend.


Jasmine

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Say it Again - Excerpt

For some odd reason I never posted an excerpt of Say it Again. I usually do for upcoming releases. So by request - which I love the request - here is an excerpt.



The evening approached at rapid speed. Too fast for Wade. He took a deep breath and straightened his tie, trying to gain the confidence to walk out on that stage.


It was the annual fireman’s charity auction. No big deal. He’d participated for the last five years. Some woman would bid, they’d go to dinner, and maybe she’d want sex and maybe she wouldn’t. But all of that was before he’d come out of the closet a month ago. This year he feared no one would bid. Or even worse, people would boo or throw things at him.


How could he be gay? After all, he was a big, beefy fireman and everyone knew gay men were fashion designers or hairdressers, right? Well, at least that’s what everyone in town had asked him over the last few weeks. His last girlfriend called him up crying, wanting to know if she had turned him on to men. Why didn’t people understand he was just attracted to the same sex? Always had been, but never acted on it.


“Wade, you’re up,” the chief’s wife, Maggie, called to him. Maggie organized the event every year to raise money for the department and plenty of women showed up, cash money in hand. “You’ll do fine. And if no one bids, I will.”


He gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Maggie, but I’m not sure Chief would be happy about that.”


“Oh, poo. Mrs. Harold’s all ready put the word out that she’s bidding on Eddie. If he can go out to dinner with another lady for charity, I can spend the evening over lobster with you.”


Wade laughed, but fidgeted with his tie again.


“Stop fussing. You look great.”


The auctioneer looked down at his program. “Next up, we have Wade Hartman.”
Wade walked up the stairs and stepped into the lights. The crowd grew quiet and all eyes bore into him. Taking another breath, he walked to the center like every other year, took off his jacket, and tossed it over his shoulder.


“Standing at six-foot-two-inches with black hair and green eyes, Fireman Hartman benches two-fifty and runs the mile in five minutes flat.” The auctioneer looked up from his note cards and cleared his throat. “Let’s start the bidding at one hundred. Do I have one hundred?”


Wade forced a smile to charm the crowd, but inside his nerves screamed to run that mile now, out the door, down the street, and never come back. Last year they’d started the bid at two hundred and he went for six.


No one spoke up.


He looked over at Maggie who gave him a reassuring thumbs up. Turning back to the crowd, he walked down the catwalk and modeled for all it was worth, smiling and winking at the women.


“How about seventy-five? Can I get seventy-five?”


Anger began to boil in his veins. For Christ’s sake it was for charity, after all. The men needed new equipment for their safety. And he did risk his lives for these people every day.


The auctioneer cleared his throat again and frowned. “Fifty? Come on, people.”


Maggie appeared at the side of the stage, mouth open, about to speak when a voice boomed from the crowd. “One thousand!”


The crowd oohed, and he scanned to see who had bid.


“Could you say that again?” The auctioneer strained to find the bidder.


A man, decked out in an Armani suit, light brown hair, tall, and broad shoulders, stepped forward and lifted his number. “One thousand dollars.”

Jasmine

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

I've Been Interviewed!


I was interview at Coffee Time Romance.

I know. I know. I'm supposed to be a tea place. But can't we all just get along? I think so. Anyway, I think Lori did a great job with the interview, so be sure to check it out.

Jasmine

Saturday, August 28, 2010

And the winner is...

After a long day of running to town, making phones call and so on, I decided to go out to eat for dinner. Drug the kids out as hubby stayed home, but kids were happy to be out on the town.

Anyway...the winner of one ecopy of Say it Again is...

Piper!

I think the odds were stacked in her favor. hehe. Thanks to everyone who entered. And I believe I have a new follower (waving hi.) So I have hit the double digits on followers and it only took me...um...I don't think I'll go there, but I do appreciate each and every one of my readers.

Have a great night and curl up with a good book.

Jasmine

Friday, August 27, 2010

Last Day to Enter


Only one more day to enter to win. Tomorrow is release day and I will be drawing a name. So be sure to comment on any post this week. I think I did a pretty good job only missing one day of posting. So I'm happy with myself as well.
But come on, who can resist a fireman with a burning desire? Or a hot, take-charge, rich business man with a dark secret?

Jasmine