Jen Bradlee

A-Z Blog Challenge: A month of Kinky Teasers

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I need to get my head back into the writing game. I’ve been editing for what feels like months now and need to refocus my creative energy.

So I’ve decided to do a month of teasers using the A-Z blog challenge as an inspiration.

My theme. Kink and Romance. We all have fetishes, fantasies, desires, and proclivities. My goal is to write a teaser using the letter of the day featuring a specific scenario. Warning you ahead of time: There will be Adult Content in some of these teasers. I will be sure to put a warning for each day so you know what to expect. Some of the teasers may contain elements of BDSM, but that is not my focus.

Thank you for joining me on this journey…I look forward to hearing your comments and meeting new readers!

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Release Day! The Secret is out.

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Available today!

For Ebook click HERE, for print click HERE.

This anthology features two short stories of mine, Bound in Memories and Manipulator.

Here are the blurbs and excerpts. ❤ Enjoy.

Click on the photos to enlarge.

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I’ve included an excerpt from each character’s perspective.

Let them take you away. ❤

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I hope you’ve enjoyed my teasers. Be sure to check out the anthology and the other amazing authors featured there.

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Cover Reveal: Prince of Whispers

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When he whispers, you will come.

Isn’t he glorious? All right, admittedly he’s not Tom Hiddleston clad in leather with a Loki wicked gleam in his eye. That’s what I’d imagined as I wrote Crispin’s story. However, this cover embodies the essence of who he is. The perfect mixture of sadistic prince and charming villain who can make any woman kneel with his wicked whispers.

I still haven’t settled on a release date for Prince of Whispers, but I anticipate either March or April at the very latest. I anticipate on releasing it in ebook and then in print.

This is the first book in what I like to view as a traditional style trilogy. The main plot will arc over the three novels as will the romance between Crispin and Ruby. I promise not to leave you hanging, but you will definitely want more of my delicious characters by the end of this book.

A personal whisper from the man himself:

Dear reader…

If you are expecting a traditional medieval tale or charming prince, you will not find it here. I am not like other men for I have a voracious appetite and will appease it no matter the cost. Do you doubt my confession? Then I invite you to step into my kingdom.

Women were created for pleasure, tis my obligation to see them fulfilled. When I whisper, they come to me. All save one…Lady Ruby. I can see the desire in her eyes even though her pure and noble heart fights against it. She may be an outlaw, but a rare gem such as she has never been found in Meradin. She is my challenge, my penance, and my weakness. Nothing short of Almighty God himself can keep her from me. I shall possess her. Ruby is mine.

Dear reader, will you begrudge me your company when you learn of my past and how wicked I can truly be? Or will you come to me willingly, surrender yourself to my charms, and beg for more? Surely my tale of intrigue, murder, and treason will be enough to tempt you to sin with me if only for a short while. Come with me, and I will lay myself bare.

Prince Crispin Saville

I hope to get him into your eager hands within the next two months. Stay tuned for updates. What do you think of the cover? Ready for some quality time with the Prince of Whispers?

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Secret Identities Revelation

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Hello, darlings.

This month I am happy to announce the release of an anthology featuring some amazing talent, as well as two brand new short stories from me! It’s the Secret Identities Anthology from Breathless Press. Super heroes, super villains…this anthology has it ALL!

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I’ve made up some fantastic little images to introduce you to my main characters.

First up is my Victorian Steampunk, Bound in Memories:

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And then my contemporary short story, Manipulator:

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Over the next few weeks, keep a sharp eye on my blog and social media pages for some teasers from these two stories. ❤ I promise you won’t be disappointed. They’re super fun and have a lot of little “Easter eggs” in them for both Doctor Who and Sherlock fans. I had a blast writing them.

Would you like to know more about the characters? Leave a comment with one of the character’s names, and I’ll do a special character interview with whoever gets the most votes!

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Giveaway Winners!

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Hello, my darlings. Thank you so much for the love and support.

Just wanted to announce the winners of the giveaway prizes!

The Grand Prize winner ($75 Amazon Gift Card) is:
Stephanie Osborn.
The winner of the custom pendant and a copy of my short story, A Cat Without a Grin, is:
Jessica Bowes.
Thank you all so much for stopping by!  I hope to see all of you again in the future. Remember, I have stories coming up VERY soon. Keep an eye on my blog for updates and release dates.
You’re wonderful. Happy Christmas and have an awesome new year!
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Winter Warm-Up Blog Hop

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Welcome fellow romance lovers! Thank you to our host, www.hopswithheart.blogspot.com, for this amazing opportunity.

Click HERE for their Grand Prize Giveaway a $75 Gift Card!

CLICK HERE for a chance to win a custom pendant and an e-copy of my short story, A Cat Without A Grin.

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(Pendant is an example of the winner’s prize. Photo of your choice!)

Thank you all for stopping by my blog today! Voracious readers know the best way to warm up in the winter is to sit down and enjoy a good story accompanied by a cup of hot chocolate (or coffee if you’re so inclined.) So fill up your mug and join me for a little romantic teaser to keep you warm this holiday season. ❤

***Warning: May be TOO hot to HANDLE***

Sliding the key into the deadbolt lock, Diana felt the distinct absence of the bolt’s resistance. She opened the door to find the apartment ablaze in light. The hall light, the kitchen, living room, and…she frowned. Why the hell was her bedroom light on?

“Damn it, James!” She shouted as she slammed the door behind her. Diana dropped her keys and purse onto the entryway table and unwrapped her scarf as she walked down the hall. “Where are you hiding, you little shit?”

The television was on in the living room, a movie paused on the screen. She cocked her head at the odd scene on the TV and laid her jacket on the couch along with her scarf. The frozen image of a dark haired man speaking into a walkie-talkie nagged at her. Ah, Die Hard. Her brother swore it was the best Christmas movie ever. She rolled her eyes and moved toward the kitchen. Nothing is better than A Christmas Story, except maybe While You Were Sleeping.

Rounding the corner, she kicked the open refrigerator. “I told you to keep the power use to a minimum, James. Not like you care or anything. It’s not like you pay the bill.”

The fridge raider slowly rose from his crouched position. His green eyes piercing an arrow straight into her chest. Her mouth opened and closed several times as she backed toward the phone.

“You must be Diana.” He smiled.

Her heart thumped and sputtered like a flooded carburetor. “Where…where’s James?”

“In the shower.”

“In the middle of Die Hard?”

His eyes sparkled with what she could only interpret as appreciation. “He spilled beer on himself in all the excitement.”

“On my couch?” Diana screeched as she darted into the living room. “I told him he could stay with me if he didn’t wreck the place. Damn it.” She mumbled as she searched the area around the couch. But there was no stain. She sighed.

“I cleaned it up.” He stood leaning against the back of the couch.

“Where?”

“Can’t you see it?”

Searching the couch, she finally admitted defeat. “No.”

“Then I’m not telling you.” He took a swig of his Guinness.

Diana glared at him. “Who are you anyway?”

“Wayne.”

“Bruce Wayne or John Wayne?” The ridiculous words left her mouth before she could stop them.

“I alternate…Bruce on Mondays and Wednesdays and the Duke on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Friday’s are strictly me.”

Diana had to smile at his quick response. His long black hair hung down barely touching his shoulders. It looked thick and soft. The ridiculous green of his eyes caught her attention again. “What about the weekends?”

He stepped around the couch and set the beer down on the coffee table. Diana fought the urge to back away from him, but as he approached the scent of spearmint wrapped around her. Wayne crowded her space.

She tipped her head back to meet his gaze. Damn it, he had to be six foot at least. Diana licked her lips. “Today is Saturday. I’d like to know who I’m talking to.”

“Whoever you want me to be.”

Before she could form a coherent response, his lips crashed down on hers. Diana grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt to keep from falling backwards. His hand slid along her neck, cradling her neck as the other grasped her hip. Oh, holy night…what the hell am I doing kissing a perfect stranger in my apartment on Christmas Eve?

The taste of stout lingered on his tongue as he deepened the kiss. Diana’s heart raced as his fingertips played against her skin. Wayne nipped her lower lip and slid his hand beneath the lower edge of her sweater rubbing the bare skin above her waist. She gasped and slid her hands into his soft hair, pulling him closer, needing more.

Wayne pulled her toward him and they collapsed in a heap on the couch, a mess of tangled limbs and hot sensations. He grinned up at her. Oh God, she wanted to kiss him again. So she did. He rewarded her with a groan from deep in his throat as his hands covered her ass and squeezed. His eyes flew open when she moaned and arched against him.

“Wayne, what in the fucking hell do you think you’re doing?” A voice echoed from the doorway. “Get your hands off my sister!”

 

I hope you enjoyed being teased.   😉  What did you think of my snippet this week? Comments always welcome!

Happy Holidays everyone, have a safe and prosperous new year!

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Tease Me Thursday

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This week I’m sharing  a journal entry I wrote from a prompt. I’m not positive where it’s going yet, but I like the premise. Hope you enjoy!

***Warning: Swearing and unauthorized well, Wibbly-Wobbly stuff.***

A glimmer of recognition nagged at him. He pulled the hat from her head, and her red hair lit the wall, fanning around her face like a wildfire of curls. It was the most vivid shade of red he had ever seen, even in this dim lighting. Her eyes were wide with fury, but not a hint of fear. He patted her down, quickly checking for other weapons. Her curves were like heaven. Milo found himself in a completely unexpected but not wholly unwelcome situation. But they had other things to worry about at the moment.

He glanced at his watch. Shit, five minutes left. He was running out of time.

Releasing her arms, he stepped back. He scooped up her fallen gun.

“Can I have my gun back?” she asked as she reaffixed her hat.

“Not until we’re out of here,” he said as he calmly glanced in each case, making his way down the rows. He stuck the earpiece back in. “Sorry about that.” He glanced at the red-haired vixen.

“What the hell, kid?” the old man barked in his ear.

“I’ll tell you later,” Milo snapped. “Let’s just get this damned thing and get the hell out of here.”

The old man decided not to waste any time arguing.

“It’s a standard pocket watch with a lion engraved on the back, along with Well’s initials.”

Milo scanned the cases, fully aware of the presence behind him watching his every move. Locating the piece they were searching for, he carefully picked the lock and slipped his hand into the case.

“Be careful,” the woman warned him, her voice hushed but stern.

“It’s just a damned watch, relax. I got this,” he said, picking up the watch. The glint of gold in his black gloved hand made his heart skip a beat.

“Please, just put it in your pocket and let’s go,” she said softly, her breath on his ear. He didn’t hear her come up behind him.

He turned to look into her seductive green eyes. Lost for a moment, he shook his head.

“It’s only a damned watch,” he laughed, lifting it to look at the inscription to make sure it had the details on it. “This is it.” He pushed the latch to open the watch.

“Noooo,” Red yelled, grasping his arm.

A sudden burst of light emerged from the watch face, sucking them into the watch like a vacuum. Physics be damned, Milo and Red were devoured by the watch. He looked at the stunned, yet irate woman beside him. She glared at him as they tumbled down a vortex of spinning lights. Something had gone horribly wrong, and he had a feeling that damned woman knew exactly what just happened.

 

I hope you enjoyed this week’s teaser, sorry it’s late.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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I blame Chris Musgrave for this post. Hunt him down if it’s too much for you to handle and you need to vent your anger on someone. ehehehe.

****Warning: May cause your heart to explode and make you want to tear your hair out.****

The fog curled around her legs like a cat begging for attention. She glanced up at the neon sign glowing in the dim alley, and a smile crossed her lips making the scar bisecting them pinch and tingle. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the cigarette to the ground. Tonight, that bastard would pay for what he’d done.

 

That’s all you get. Chris dared me to put a one sentence teaser, but I gave you a paragraph. Do you want me to continue this one next week? If so, then tell me…who is she looking for? (There’s no right or wrong answer here, I want your input to give me a direction for the story.)

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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A teaser for you. Sorry I’m a bit behind today. Enjoy!

****WARNING: Teasing and foreplay. NSFW *****

I pushed open the door and sagged against it, exhausted. In the corner of the room, I saw the bed. This trip had been a bad idea. My brother and his friends decided to include me at the last minute because I’d begged them to let me tag along. Now I was seriously regretting my actions. Home, home would have been better, but this room and this bed would suffice for the night.

I took a step toward the bed when I heard someone clear their throat. A quick glance at the table in the opposite corner of the bed confirmed I wasn’t alone and that I’d chosen the wrong room. As if the night could get any worse.

“Sorry, Kyle. I thought this room was empty.”

He pushed his glasses up and stood. “It’s fine. I don’t think there are any rooms left.”

The spacious beach house had six bedrooms…and I made seven in the party. “Guess its sofa city for me tonight.” I offered a half-hearted grin. Nope, I hadn’t thought this through and my back would have words for me in the morning. I could almost guarantee it. “Sorry to disturb you.”

Kyle crossed the room and stood in the doorway. “Take my room.” His shorts hung low on his hips, the button down shirt hanging open.

My mouth dried at the sight of his inguinal ligaments dipping into his shorts…a dangerous v that lead to naughty thoughts. “Are…are you sure? I don’t want to kick you out of your room.”

He stepped closer, and I involuntarily took a step back. He closed the door, his gaze steadily locked with mine. This wasn’t like the Kyle I knew. The quiet, intelligent bookworm who had somehow found a place in my brother’s group of friends. No, his eyes held a hunger I’d never seen before, but it wasn’t wholly unwelcome. If brainy was the new sexy, he had to be every woman’s fantasy.

“I’ll just go.” I bumped into the edge of the bed, unaware that I’d backed away from him and that he’d been stalking toward me. I tried to push past him, but he grabbed me by the waist and threw me down on the mattress.

“Stay.” His husky voice stirred the fantasies I’d tucked away in the back of my mind. I gasped as he climbed onto the bed over top of me. His hair hung across his forehead in messy waves.

I wanted to sink my fingers into his hair. Reality slammed into me as I stared up at him. “Kyle, what…what are you doing?”

“What I should have done a long fucking time ago.” He kissed me, and my whole world shattered with the touch of his tongue.

I buried my hands in his hair as he pressed his weight into me. He tasted of red hots and sin. I moaned as he bit my lip, his hand sliding beneath the old tee shirt and covering my breast with his entire hand. My body lurched off the bed as he pinched my nipple. Oh, God, it was true…the quiet ones were always the most dangerous.

“Wait,” I gasped against his mouth.

He froze and his hand slipped away leaving me cold and aching. “I’m sorry,” he said as his weight lifted off me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him above me. “Take your glasses off.”

He reached up and removed them, setting them on the nightstand. When he met my gaze, I saw the desire lingering just below the hesitation. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no. You’ve waited long enough.” I pulled him down and smothered the remaining hesitation with my kiss.

Kyle pulled me close and nipped my lip again. Every hard angle of him pressed against me, I groaned when his hand slid into my shorts. “Your brother’s going to kill me.”

“If you don’t finish what you started, I’ll do it for him.”

 

I hope you enjoyed this week’s teaser.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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May I present…your teaser for the week. Enjoy. 😉

********Warning: Elevator Fantasy Ahead ********

Sandra dashed for the elevator just as the doors started to slide closed. “Hold the elevator, please!” She huffed and puffed from running across the small lobby. The doors closed with a silent thud. “Figures,” she said, pressing the up button and leaning against the frame waiting for it to return.

“Maybe you should take the stairs?” a voice echoed behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder and scowled at the man wearing a three piece suit and carrying a smart, leather messenger bag. Her gaze narrowed on his piercing blue eyes and thin tight smile as he scanned her from head to toe. Sandra stared at the man before her who failed miserably to hide his obvious disapproval.

“Rude.” She murmured under her breath and turned her back to him.

The door slid open again, and she stepped into the elevator. He entered the car behind her, pressed his floor number, and leaned against the wall. Fifth floor, just below hers. Makes sense why she’d never seen him before. Part of her hoped she’d never see him again, especially if he was prone to making judgmental statements and lacked all forms of common civility. She sighed as she pressed her floor number, and the doors slid closed.

Sandra opened the letter in her hand and scanned the contents as the elevator slowly rose. It slammed to a halt, and the lights flickered before extinguishing completely.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Her words elicited a laugh from the man standing behind her. She turned to him. “Haha, real funny.”

He picked up his cell phone and turned on the light. The shadows on his face sharpened his features. She sucked in a breath as his gaze met hers. “I told you to take the stairs.”

“Wait, you knew this was going to happen?” She approached him and swung her purse at him. “You ass!”

“I have this effect on elevators, and women it seems.” His lopsided smile made her heart tumble in her chest.

She whacked him with her purse again for good measure then collapsed against the wall, banging her head repeatedly to punish herself for not taking the stairs. She’d thought he had been making a snide comment about her weight. Too sensitive, her brother had always said. Truth. She’d always been aware of her curves, believing they’d been a curse. The heat rose in her cheeks, and she turned away from the man. It didn’t matter if it was dark in the elevator, she didn’t want him to see her blush.

“Do you have signal in here?” he asked, breaking the silence.

Sandra pulled out her cell and unlocked it. “Nothing.” She held it up for him to see.

“Loki fangirl are you?” He chuckled.

She slipped the phone back into her pocket. “Yeah, what do you care?”

“Well, your screen background can tell you a lot about a person.” He grinned.

“Really? Please enlighten me, oh wise one.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t become you.” He touched her sweatshirt. “Neither do baggy clothes.”

She jerked out of his reach. “What does my screen have to do with who I am?”

“It tells me quite a bit about you actually.” He stepped closer, pressing her against the wall.

“You’re full of it.” She wanted to push him away, but her body froze, rooted to the spot. His warmth and the scent of his cologne enveloped her. “Tell me then, smart ass. What does my Loki screen tell you about me?”

“You like mystery, action, and crave adventure.” His hand braced against the wall beside her head. “It also means you prefer mischief and the darker side.” He leaned close and whispered in her ear. “Tell me, Sandra, are you hiding a dark side?”

 

Hope you’re thoroughly teased now. You like or no?

❤ Jen