30 March 2015

TASTY BOOK TOUR~FEVER~JAMIE K. SCHMIDT




Fever
Club Inferno # 3
By: Jamie K. Schmidt
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ABOUT THE BOOK 


Readers of Fifty Shades of Grey and Bared to You will savor a visit to Club Inferno, the erotic playground where glitz and glamour mix with leather and whips.

Deep in the shadows of her exclusive fashion resort, Couture, Colleen Bryant presides over a much more intimate world: Club Inferno. The successful businesswoman and sex instructor has built an empire that caters to the BDSM elite, but now she finds herself longing for something a bit more ordinary: a man to love. She’s not sure how to find someone who will accept what she does for a living—or the kinks that drive her wild—until her old flame, ex-pro football player Chase Fairwood, comes back in her life.

There’s no woman as hot, sexy, or exciting as Colleen—and Chase knows it. He also knows he’s man enough to play her games, and to give as good as he gets. His return to Club Inferno reignites Colleen’s scorching demands, along with a new determination to test his resolve. Soon he’s competing against a rival Dom to brand Colleen as his own. But Chase has a secret weapon: the burning desire to offer his body—and his heart—in sweet surrender.

Fever is an erotic romance intended for mature audiences.


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

USA Today Bestselling author, Jamie K. Schmidt is a hybrid author who has over thirty short stories published in small press and ezines, and a variety of novellas and books online. Her Club Inferno series from Random House has been in Amazon's top 100 ebooks sold and Barnes and Noble's top 10. She has a dragon paranormal romance series at Entangled Publishing. Book one of the Emerging Queens series is The Queen's Wings.

Jamie holds a Bachelor of Arts Degree from the State University of New York at New Paltz in Secondary Education English, which is a fancy way of saying she went to college to teach high school English. When that didn't pan out, she worked as a call center manager, a Tupperware consultant, a paralegal, and finally a technical writer for a major conglomerate company. She is an active member in the Romance Writers of America (RWA). When not writing, Jamie relaxes with a mug of hot tea and knits or makes beaded jewelry. 




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EXCERPT


Colleen glanced down at her fetish wear. It was tame for her. Black thigh-high heeled boots, a spiked leather minidress, and matching gauntlets. “You don’t think they’ll buy that this is Gaultier’s latest line?”

“I think they won’t get past your tits playing peek-a-boo. Besides”—Nefertiti held her massively pregnant belly to make sure it cleared the desk as she got up from her chair—”you’re seeing Chase Fairwood first.”

Colleen felt hot and flushed, and then a chill trembled through her. “Oh, for God’s sake, why?”

“He wants to discuss membership.”

Shaking her head, she went through the inner door to her office. “I’m sure you told him over my dead body. It’s bad enough he shows up every time we have an open house.”

Colleen strode into her office’s bathroom and left the door ajar so she could talk to Nefertiti while she changed into a classy red vintage Valentino suit. Her ex-boyfriend—although boyfriend was too tame to describe their relationship—was trying to worm his way back into her life by throwing money around.

“I put him off the best I could,” Nefertiti said from the other room. “But he says he has some tax questions about Mallory’s shelter and clinic.”

After wiggling into her beaded Manolos, Colleen stood up, smoothing her hand down the side of the suit. She nodded at her reflection before touching up her makeup.

“That’s what he has lawyers and accountants for,” Colleen said, coating her lipstick with a shimmer wand.

“His next excuse was he wanted to talk more in depth with Max about modeling for the activewear line. He thinks it would be easier if he had full access to Couture.”

Colleen snorted as she finger-combed her hair. Chase had been a pro football player for several years until a vicious tackle bent his knee at an angle knees weren’t meant to go in. He didn’t need a modeling gig any more than she did. But Max, on the other hand, was married to her sister, Mallory. The same Mallory whose clinic Chase helped bankroll. Max was just starting out as a clothing designer, and Chase had decided to give Mallory’s husband’s clothing line a boost by adding the Chase Fairwood seal of approval. All because he wanted to get back into Colleen’s life and most likely into her bed.

Not going to happen.