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  • Jessica Prince News

    Deacon and Fiona are coming for you March 7th

    As I child, I believed in true love and fairytales. I convinced myself that there was one special man out there, made just for me. All I had to do was wait, and one day he would appear. Then I grew up and discovered the ugly truth.
    Disney movies were full of crap.
    Relationships took work. People made mistakes. And sometimes, you didn’t see what was standing right in front of you until it was too late.
    Deacon Lockhart was my best friend. And then I lost him. But now I finally have a chance to make things right, and this time I refuse to screw it up. With every smoldering look and wicked word, he charms the hell out of me… and I’m pretty sure I’ll never get enough.
    Add CHARMING FIONA to your TBR lists now

    The gang from Cloverleaf is back.
    And better than ever!

    My very first series (formerly known as my Picking up the Pieces series) has been completely revamped. Not only did I give each story a fresh new face and blurb, but I've gone through and totally reedited each book.

    That means I've added new content, replaced some of the stuff that no longer worked, and made each book flow with my writing style NOW. I breathed a whole new life into the Cloverleaf gang, and I'm so thrilled to reintroduce you to this fantastic group of characters!

    Grab your copies now! And as an added incentive, book 1, PICKING UP THE PIECES is permanently FREE
    PLAY ME is a story for your eyes only! Each month I'll be giving you a taste of what's happening with one of the most famous rock bands in the country. It takes you into a world of sex, lust, and rock & roll with the front man of Usual Suspects, Maddox Sheppard. 

    And keep your eyes peeled for glimpses of the members of Civil Corruption and the crew from Girl Talk.  They tend to pop by every now and then.
     a Sex, Lust, and Rock & Roll story

    Chapter 5

    I was a brand new person.
    Sounds were louder, colors brighter, smells were more intense…
    Okay, so maybe I was getting a little ahead of myself. I wasn’t Dorothy, for crying out loud. I didn’t fall asleep on a black and white farm and suddenly wake up to singing, dancing, Technicolor munchkins.
    But I felt different. And I knew it was all because of The Best Sexual Experience in the History of Ever.
    There was just one teensy little problem. After having my world rocked (pun intended) I’d turned back into plain, boring, good girl Reagan Lancaster. Like Cinderella at the stroke of midnight. It felt like I woke up each morning, and squeezed into a body suit that no longer fit. I’d woken up that morning as one girl. Then I met Maddox Sheppard and became someone completely different.
    I walked around each day feeling like something was missing. Fun Reagan had been let out into the world for the very first time, and forcing her back into that cage just seemed… wrong. 
    But I didn’t know how to get her back.
    My bedroom door crashed open, startling me out of my pathetic melancholy, and my sisters came barging in.
    “All right,” Keagan clipped, slamming her hands down on her hips. “Enough of this shit. You’ve been a mopey moperson ever since the concert two weeks ago, and I’m sick and tired of it.”
    I stared up at my sister with wide, shocked eyes as she snatched the book I’d been reading out of my hands and tossed it across the room.
    “Hey!” I squeaked. “I was reading that! You just lost my place, jerk.”
    Teagan had been standing in my doorway, staring at me like I was a complete stranger while Keagan ranted.
    “What’s up, Teag?” I asked, ignoring one sister for the other. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
    “You…” She did a pretty good imitation of a guppy, her mouth opening and closing several times before she finally blurted, “You had sex with Maddox Sheppard?”
    I shot off my bed, quick as lightning, and rushed my littlest sister, clamping my hand over her mouth before she could say—or scream—anything else our dad could here.
    “You told her?” I hissed in Keagan’s direction.
    Keagan’s eyes rolled toward the ceiling. “Of course I told her. The three of us are supposed to tell each other everything. And she was starting to worry about you, seeing as you’ve been walking around lately like someone murdered your puppy.”
    Gah! Is nothing secret?” I cried as I closed my bedroom door. The last thing I needed was for our father to hear that his sweet, dependable daughter got nailed to the floor—quite literally—by a rock star after a concert. The poor man would have a heart attack.
    Pfft. In this family?” Keagan scoffed. “Hells no. You know better than that. When’s the last time any of us had a secret from the others?”
    “Mm ommm mumf moomee,” Teagan mumbled from behind my hand. I uncovered her mouth so she could speak. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” she yelped.
    Moving back to my bed, I flopped down with an exasperated sigh. “Excuse me for not wanting to share my… exploits with my twenty-year-old little sister.”
    “Please,” Teagan snorted. “First of all, you can say the grownup word, Reag. You had sex. S-E-X. And I’m twenty, not ten. I’m not naïve. And I’m definitely not a virg—”
    “Nope!” I plugged my ears and started chanting, “La la la la la. I can’t hear you.”
    “For god’s sake,” Keagan mumbled, yanking my fingers from my ears. “She’s not a virgin, Reagan. None of us are. Haven’t been for a good, long while.” I tried to stuff my fingers back in my ears to drown her out, but she wasn’t having any of it. “Look, I know you took responsibility for raising us when Mom died, and you look at us as your kids instead of your sisters, but it’s time you got over that. We’re all grown up, sissy. We don’t need you looking after us anymore. Teag and I never got to just sit down with you and gossip about boys, and sex and all that other good shit sisters are supposed to talk about. Something’s obviously bugging you, so stop trying to take care of us, and lean on us. That’s what we’re here for.”
    I let out a heavy sigh and collapsed back onto my mattress. The bed depressed on either side of me as my sisters sat down.
    “Are you sad because you miss him?” Teagan asked, her voice laced with sympathy.
    That wasn’t it at all. Sure, I thought about Maddox constantly… What woman wouldn’t after The Best Sexual Experience in the History of Ever? But I was a rational person. I didn’t know him well enough to miss him, and I certainly wasn’t stupid enough to develop a crush on a man that unattainable.
    Sitting up, I answered as best as I could. “No. That’s not it. I barely even know the guy. It’s just…” I had to stop in order to figure out the right words to explain what I was feeling. “For the first time in my life, I did something for myself that night. I felt like I was taking the first step in a new direction. Then I woke up the next morning and everything had gone back to normal. It’s—”
    “Depressing? Boring? Miserable?”
    I shot Keagan a vicious glare. “I was going to say disappointing. But thanks for making it even worse.”
    She winced and offered a mumbled, “Sorry.”
    “Whatever, it’s fine. I guess I just liked the girl that walked out of that room better than this one,” I told them, waving my hands down my body. “I wish I knew how to get her back.”
    “Hey,” Teagan snapped, “there’s nothing wrong with this girl. I kinda love this girl a whole lot. So stop beating yourself up.”
    “Yeah,” Keagan joined in, ganging up on me. “What she said. You don’t have to become a different person. You can still have fun and be spontaneous without changing who you are.”
    “That’s the problem, though,” I cried. “I don’t know how to be fun or spontaneous. It was like the night of the concert was a fluke. How do I get back to that?”
    All of a sudden, a wicked, slightly terrifying smile spread across my twin’s face. “I know exactly how you do it.”
    Oh no. What had I just done?
    “I can’t believe I let you talk me into wearing this,” I grumbled at Keagan before turning to Teag. “And I can’t believe you have a fake ID.”
    Teagan rolled her eyes as I bellied up to the bar of The Black Sheep. “Oh please. I’ve had this thing for years. You think this is really my first time in a bar?”
    Good Lord. My sisters and I really were nothing alike. I tugged at the microscopic excuse for a skirt Keagan had talked me into wearing, praying I wasn’t flashing any of my goods as I teetered along on the death traps called high heels.
    “Will you stop complaining?” Keagan called over the music coming from the live band playing on the stage in the corner of the sprawling bar. “The Black Sheep is, like, the best bar in the city. It’s not like we’re doing anything illegal. We’re just here to have a few drinks, listen to some kick-ass music, and have a little fun. It’s what normal people do.”
    “Yeah,” Teagan chimed in. “Plus, the dude who owns this bar is super hot. At the very least, we’ll get some serious eye candy.”
    I’d never been to The Black Sheep before, and I didn’t have the first clue who the owner was, but my sisters were right, the place was pretty amazing. And packed. Obviously, this bar was the place to see and be seen.
    And I was a twenty-three-year old woman. I should be out, having fun and being seen.
    When we finally made it through the crowd to the bar, my breath stalled in my lungs at the sight of the man behind it. Good God in Heaven.
    “Told you,” I heard Teagan giggle in my ear.
    I jerked my attention from the Adonis behind the bar and looked at my sister. “That’s the owner?”
    “Yup. That’s Deacon Lockhart himself, panty melter extraordinaire. Damn shame the dude’s blissfully in love.”
    My mouth snapped closed just as a stunning redhead who looked like she belonged on the cover of a magazine came waltzing up behind the bar. The second the guy’s eyes hit her, a huge, beaming smile spread across his face. The drink in his hand was all but forgotten as he looped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him, laying a shiver-inducing kiss on her lips.
    “Even though I’m crazy jealous of that chick, I still have to admit that they’re pretty adorable together,” Keagan shouted out as the three of us watched what had to be the most beautiful couple in the world finish their little make out session. She definitely wasn’t wrong about that.
    As we waited in the bustling crowd to get close enough to place our drink order, I turned to watch the band on the stage. They were really good. I’d never heard their music before, but it had a smooth, almost folksy sound to it that the crowd was totally eating up.
    “Pretty great, aren’t they?”
    My gaze jerked from the stage to the man beside me who’d just spoken. “Yeah,” I replied. “I love this song, but I’ve never heard it on the radio.”
    The guy smiled down at me. If I had to guess, he was a few years older than me and dressed stylishly. He was attractive enough, in that boy-next-door, kind of way, and definitely someone who’d have caught my attention in the past. He was just my type, perfectly ordinary. But that had been before Maddox.
    Safe and unassuming just wasn’t doing it for me the way it used to.
    “They’re not famous,” the guy called. “At least not yet. This place has an open mic night once a week. They have some of the best undiscovered talent this city’s ever seen come across that stage.”
    “Oh wow,” I breathed, looking back toward the stage. “That’s awesome. Well, I hope someone discovers these guys. They deserve it.”
    The crowd around us seemed to swell, forcing the man beside me even closer. “I’m sure this isn’t the last you’ll see of this band. I’m Chris, by the way.”
    He held out his hand for me to shake.
    “I’m Reagan. Nice to meet you.” When I placed my palm in his, there wasn’t so much as a jolt.
    “Can I buy you a drink, Reagan?”
    I was just about to turn him down, tell him I was out for a girls night. But then I caught my sisters’ eyes from over his shoulder and saw them giving me the thumbs up. What the hell, I decided. This dude might no longer be my cup of tea, but I was here for some fun. And flirting could be fun, right?
    Smiling up at Ordinary Chris, I took a leap and answered, “Yeah. I’d like that.”

    Chapter 6

    What were the fucking odds?
    I’d spent the past two weeks thinking of nothing but my green-eyed girl from that night, and jerking my cock so hard to the memory of her tight, wet heat I was afraid I was going to rip the goddamn thing off.
    Then she walks into the same bar I’m at, like a vision conjured from my mind.
    And another guy is fucking touching her.
    I clocked her the moment she walked in. It was like the air in the building changed. It sparked and crackled all around her. Every nerve in my body wanted to jump out of the booth tucked away in the back corner, and drag her to a dark, secluded corner of the building where I could have her all to myself. But my boys and I were incognito. Our goal was to quietly check out the local music scene, not make a scene. So I stayed rooted to my spot, watching her every move like a goddamn creeper.
    Then that oxford-wearing motherfucker leaned in and whispered in her ear, and all rational thought left the building.
    An uncontrollable growl worked its way from my chest. I hadn’t realized how loud it was until Bass’s voice broke through the haze of fury clouding my brain.
    “Dude. Did you just growl?”
    My attention jerked from Green Eyes to my bandmates, all crowded around me in the booth.
    Releasing the white-knuckle death grip I had on my beer bottle, I shook my hands out to ease the tension and cleared my throat. “What?”
    Our drummer, Blake spoke up then. “You just growled like a goddamn jungle animal. What’s up with you?”
    Earlier, when the guys suggested we get out of the studio and stretch our legs for a change, I’d been all for it. We’d been holed up, either in our hotel, or our buddy Garrett’s studio, recording tracks for our new album for weeks. We needed a night out. And I needed something to get my mind off the impossible-to-find chick who’d been plaguing my thoughts.
    Again, I ask, what were the fucking odds?
    Bass looked in the direction I’d just been staring, and his eyes went wide. “Holy shit. Are those the twins from the concerts?”
    “Twins?” Our bass player, Roman asked. “What twins?” Three more sets of eyes followed Sebastian’s gaze.
    “It fucking is,” Bass continued, ignoring Rome’s question. “Jesus, I remember that chick. Best goddamn head I’ve had in my life. And look!” He pointed like an asshole. “There’s a third! It’s like staring at one of the Seven Wonders of the World.”
    Tuning out the guys’ conversation, I looked back at Green Eyes. The douchebag at her side smiled, leaning in way too fucking close to say something. And when she smiled back up at him, nodding in affirmative to whatever he just said, I wanted to rip the bastard’s throat out.
    And it only got worse the longer I watched. Because a second later he touched her, and I lost my goddamn mind.
    Ignoring the shitheads I called friends, I pulled the ball cap on my head down low and stood from the booth.
    “Be back,” I grunted in their direction.
    “Brother,” Bass called after me. “Don’t do something stupid. I’m not bailing your ass out. You still owe me money from the last time.”
    I lifted my middle finger over my shoulder as I headed in the direction of my green-eyed girl. Reagan. I still remembered her name. I’d had countless chicks in countless cities over more years than I could remember. I didn’t remember a single fucking one of them. But I remembered everything about Reagan like it had been yesterday.
    The way she looked so nervous about following me back into that room but still had the guts to do it anyway. The way her eyes stared at me with absolute surprise when she came, drenching my fingers, then my cock with her juices, like she’d been shocked her body was capable of feeling that goddamn good. The way her pussy clenched around me, greedy to keep me buried as deep as I could go. The sound of her husky, sinful voice moaning my name as I fucked her hard and fast. Christ, everything about that night was burned into my brain.
    I’d busted my ass for days trying to track her down, and when I finally began to feel like maybe the whole thing had just been a figment of my imagination, I’d given up.
    Now she was here, smiling at another guy like it was nothing. While I’d spent the past two weeks pouring a woman I didn’t even know into every fucking lyric I wrote. She was my muse. After months of worrying that my words had dried up, one night with her had opened the floodgates. I’d written some of the best music these past two weeks than I had since we formed Usual Suspects years ago.
    I told her I wasn’t done with her, and I fully intended to keep that promise. As far as I was concerned, her walking into The Black Sheep was fate. She was mine. And by letting some other asshole touch her, she’d poked the dragon resting dormant inside of me. Now he was awake and ready to breathe fire.
    With my head down to keep from being recognized, I pushed through the bustling crowd of people. My dick swelled behind my fly the closer I got. And when I finally reached her side my skin hummed with the need to touch her.
    “Surprise, Green Eyes,” I rumbled in her ear.
    She whipped around so fast her long, silky hair slapped across my face. The sting it left on my cheek, and the spell of fresh flowers caused all the blood in my body to rush south.
    Her eyes bugged out, and her jaw dropped at the sight of me.
    “M-Maddox?” she whispered on a stutter. “What…uh…” she cleared her throat nervously. “What are you doing here?”
    A menacing smile spread across my lips as I stared down at her like a tiger circling its prey. “Taking what’s mine.”
    Maddox and Reagan’s story is far from over
    For last months chapters click the button below
    CHAPTERS 1-4

    There are so many books this month that will satisfy your 1-click craving. Below are a few of my recommendations.

    1: The Cracks Duet by LH Cosway
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    How the Light Gets In
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    7: The Smallest Part by Amy Harmon (coming 2/13)
    8: Lake + Manning by Jessica Hawkins (coming 2/13)
    9: Up in Smoke by T.M. Frazier (coming 2/16)
    10: Eulogy by Rachel Van Dyken (coming 2/20)
    11: Reckless by Lex Martin (coming 2/20)
    12: One Last Time by Corinne Michaels (coming 2/26)
    13: At the Stroke of Midnight by Tara Sivec (coming 2/27)
    14: Whiskey Rebellion by Toni Aleo (coming 2/27)

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