Becca Jameson

Look at this post I just saw! Parker Kincade listed me as one of her top five on her summer reading list. I feel so special to be listed among the other great authors on her list: Lorelei James, Maya Banks, and Rosanna Leo. Thank, Parker. That’s so sweet. I’m flattered.

Check out her blog: www.parkerkincade.blogspot.com

In case you haven’t seen the cover for my next Durham Wolves book… This is one of my favorite all-time covers! It is smokin’ hot…pun intended!

Durham Wolves, Book 2

When Jaxon Durham isn’t raising thoroughbreds with his brothers, he’s using his heightened senses to search for missing hikers in the Smokies. This time the call is for a firefighter gone missing on the front lines.

In his wolf form, he’s the first to track the firefighter to a cave, but he’s stopped cold by a stunning realization—it’s his mate. To his relief, the body covered in fireproof gear is female.

Brianna White can’t decide if she’s died and gone to heaven, or unconscious and having a delicious dream, when the wolf standing before her shifts into a naked man. Either way, she can’t resist the urge to go along for the ride. She never expected to fall so instantly, and so hard, for the sexy hunk.

But an old enemy is lurking beyond the walls of their refuge. The clock is ticking while Jaxon races to evade the deadly threat, even deadlier flames, and overcome the stubborn will of a woman who’s not sure she’s ready to give up life as she knew it.

Warning: Dark, sexy wolves in the Appalachians evoke steaming sex in a cave, light bondage and dominance, various plugs and vibrators, and an interesting masturbation chamber…

 

Enjoy the following excerpt for Fire in the Smokies:

Locking his gaze and attention on the opening between the rocks, Jaxon jumped over a few downed trees and bounded into the first cave.

Darkness consumed him, but it would be momentary. His eyes would adjust to the lack of light. In no time he’d see almost as well as outside. One of the perks of being lupine. He saw fantastically in the night.

Dropping the pouch from his mouth, Jaxon lifted his head and took a deep breath. Immediately he dropped his gaze and blinked. His eyes burned from the smoke he’d run through. His vision had not yet cleared.

He panted, letting his tongue hang out. One thing was clear. There was most assuredly a human in this cave.

And…that human was his mate.

Jaxon couldn’t move. He couldn’t see yet either. And that aggravated him more than anything. His ears were ringing, keeping him from concentrating.

Was his mate the missing firefighter? A man?

He backed up a step. Took several short breaths. His head twitched back and forth as though in denial. He couldn’t stop it. He’d never once considered himself attracted to men. Maybe there was a woman in the cave also? Another deep inhale.

Nope, one scent. Faint, but just the one. Not particularly identifiable.

God, let there be someone else hiding in a cave today besides a fireman.

A missing hiker? What were the chances?

His vision began to clear. He blinked back the smoky film causing him to squint and stepped farther into the cave.

Do I have some latent subconscious tendencies toward men I was unaware of? Why on earth would my mate be a man?

A gasp made him jerk his gaze to the left. Movement. Shuffling. Deep wheezing breaths. A flash of yellow. More movement. Scampering.

Jaxon approached gingerly. His paws made almost no sound as he inched forward. He stopped.

The fireman sat, hunkered really, against the wall. His boots scraped the hard-packed ground in front of him in desperation as if he could perhaps push himself through the solid rock behind his back if he could get enough purchase.

Jaxon tipped his head to one side. His brain scrambled. The fireman was covered from head to toe with flame-retardant clothing. Soot covered the yellow, almost completely obscuring any evidence of color. Even his face was covered—goggles, a mask, helmet.

No wonder Jaxon could barely scent the man.

He hesitated. Considered running from his destiny. What the hell was he going to tell his brothers? His mate was a fireman? Could he be mistaken?

Crap. Jaxon suddenly focused on his error. He was in wolf form. The guy was freaking petrified because a wolf had entered his hideout. Jaxon had been so focused on finding evidence of a human in the area, he hadn’t thought further. Adrenaline pumping, he’d concentrated only on the remote hope someone was alive in this cave.

And here he was, standing on four paws, staring down a fireman as though he intended to eat him.

Jaxon shivered, shook his entire body as he would after being caught in the rain.

He had to shift before the man had a heart attack. This wasn’t the way he ever planned to reveal himself to anyone. Hell, he’d never shifted in front of another human in his life, with the exception of Sergius’s mate, Juliana.

It couldn’t be helped. And besides, whatever weirdness fate had in store for him right now, he might as well get the whole I’m-a-wolf-shifter-and-you’ll-have-to-get-over-it thing out of the way now.

Jaxon didn’t take his eyes off the frightened firefighter. Bones popped, limbs lengthened, hair receded. In moments Jaxon stood before the man, naked…and human.

The fireman didn’t move a muscle. He appeared to not even be breathing.

Jaxon cleared his throat. “Sorry. There was no other way.” He knelt in front of the man and held his hands out, palms up. What difference did it make that he was naked? It wasn’t as though the guy hadn’t seen a c*ck before…

“I think you can breathe in here right now. The air isn’t too bad.” Jaxon reached for the man’s protective helmet with slow calculated movements. He didn’t want to scare the guy to death, but he did want to see what was under the hardhat.

Jaxon’s hand shook more than he would have liked as he tugged the helmet off. “I didn’t mean to…reveal myself like that. I wasn’t thinking when I came barreling in here looking for you. I—”

Jaxon froze with the helmet held in midair. Holy mother of God.

Suddenly the firefighter wasn’t the only one not breathing. Jaxon could feel his heart beating, but he didn’t think he’d ever be able to inhale again in this lifetime.

Long blond curls fell from the helmet seemingly in slow motion. They cascaded down until they sprang back, bouncing as though they belonged in a photo shoot for some feminine shampoo. Emphasis on the word feminine.

The helmet slipped from Jaxon’s fingers and landed on the hard ground with a loud clatter. He swallowed. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.

Synapses fired from one side of his head to the other as he made sense of the picture in front of him.

This was no fireman. This was a woman.

And she still wasn’t breathing. And his d*ck thanked God she was a she and sprang to life. And, oh…he was naked.

Jaxon licked his lips and reached for her protective goggles. His hands shook considerably more than they had moments ago as he lifted the eyewear off her face and stared into her deep blue eyes. Huge eyes. Frightened eyes.

“Oh, God. I thought…” Jaxon let the goggles fall from his hand. A lock of silky hair caught in his fingers and he let the tresses dangle between them as they cascaded to her shoulders.

He let go with a start, as though she’d shocked him. “Wow, umm…” He abruptly stood and turned away.

Hastily he retraced his steps back to the entrance to the cave. Hands trembling, he grabbed his pack and yanked it open. His fingers quickly found his jeans. He shook the denim free of the pouch and stepped into them with more haste than he’d ever donned clothing in his life. In fact, he hobbled a bit on each leg as he tried to maintain his balance on one foot and then the other. His c*ck grew larger by the second, knowing his mate sat behind him. Jaxon didn’t bother with the button. The partially raised zipper would have to suffice for now.

When he turned back around he found his mate still sitting in the same spot. He doubted she’d even blinked yet.

Soot covered her face, having found its way in between the edges of her helmet and mask. The only clean area was the figure-eight space where the goggles had rested.

Jaxon approached slower this time. “Sorry for the…” God, what was he supposed to say? Sorry to shift in front of you? Sorry I was naked? Sorry to inform you we are destined to spend our lives together?

Oh, the fun we had at RT! Some of the greatest authors of all time were there for the anniversary event. Like a total fangirl, I stood in line to get signed books from Jude Deveraux and Julie Garwood. I didn’t miss the opportunity to get newer authors too–Jamie McGuire and Richelle Mead.

I had a great week with new and old friends. I’m adding a few pics of my little entourage as we left for the formal ball and the paranormal dance. We didn’t hold back! Becca

 

If anyone is here in Kansas City this week, look me up and introduce yourself! I’d love to meet you. Here’s a picture of me at registration with (from the left) Vanessa North, Monette Michaels, and Cherie Nicholls. Cherie is from London. We overwhelmed her with our hugs! I’m the one on the right. No idea why we were all dressed alike!

I had a release yesterday! Three’s a Cruise came out with Total E-Bound. It’s available on their site for the next month before it becomes available elsewhere. This is new for me. It’s m/m/f.

Blurb:

When a dream vacation gets an unexpected bonus anything is possible…

Haley and Jordan are about to embark on their dream vacation, a cruise out of Miami, Florida. Arriving a night early, they head for a local bar where they meet the sexy Nathan and engage in an unexpected threesome.

Nathan has also arrived in Miami tonight by coincidence. He has to work tomorrow, but tonight he intends to let his luck at finding the two lovers drag him away from responsibilities.

After Nathan flees in the night, Haley and Jordan have no hope of ever seeing him again. But fate has a way…

Reader Advisory: This book contains m/m scenes.

I just checked the site, and Alyssa’s Wolves and Beneath a Spring Moon are both live on B&N’s site. Yay! Thanks everyone for your patience. I know that was a ridiculous long wait for a book. I love my fans and their diligence while waiting for my latest release!

I laugh every time someone asks me about what I do. The questions are sometimes so comical, I can’t help it. My favorite? Does your husband help you practice all this stuff? Usually that question comes from someone who hasn’t read a single book of mine. If they had, they’d realize the insanity of their inquiry. The truth is my husband is not a shapeshifting wolf. He is not a Dom. And there is only one of him. So, um…nope! Some days I wish, but then he comes home from work at the end of the day and by golly he is still human and alone. lol

Now, where does the magic happen? You might be extremely surprised to know about the environment in which I work. In fact, I’m sure you will! I don’t have pinups of naked men. I don’t have pinups of naked women. I don’t even have storyboards hanging all over the office with notes about my books. I tried that once; it was a failure. I can’t follow a plan–ever. The characters drive my books all on their own. The most I know when writing is what might happen in the next chapter, and even that is subject to change at the whim of the characters. So, what does my office look like? Well, here’s the thing: I’m a Raggedy Ann fanatic! I have hundreds of them. Incongruent you say? Probably. But I love being surrounded by my collection. I’ve loved that childhood doll since I was very tiny and she sits all over my office with her friend Andy. My family would groan if I let her escape into the rest of the house, so she fills my office.

Am I tidy? Not at all. I do clean off my desk from time to time, but it takes only minutes for it to accumulate all the crap I just put away. I like a lot of things at my fingertips: dog treats to entertain the beast, snacks, calendar, notes, notes, notes, lip balm, candles, phone numbers, iPhone, cookies, tissues, and the list goes on… I’m very careful about my drinks. I keep a glass of water generally with a lid. A few years ago the light fixture in the ceiling fell onto my desk. It missed my face (I was sitting there at the time) by inches, but it knocked over my glass of water and sent it flying across the desk into the laptop. Lost everything. Who knows what that current WIP was even about. It’s long gone. So, I now live in fear of falling ceilings and behave in accordance with that likelihood. Doesn’t everyone? lol

So, those are the answers to some common questions I get. I don’t want you to have to rely on the verbal image I painted, of course. I mean, how rude! So, here’s a few pictures from the magical room where wolves and doms do their thing…at least “on paper”.