January 30, 2015

An Almost Perfect Friday Flames

It's been a while since multi-published romance author Jenna Jaxon has stopped by.  After wheedling her with begs and pleads, she's offered to takeover today's Friday Flames!

When I wrote Almost Perfect, over three years ago, I set it on a romantic, deserted beach in the Caribbean.  I did my research and saw lots of pictures of beaches and islands in that region, but I never saw one in person until last year when I was invited to visit my friend and fellow author, Ella Quinn.

I spent a glorious week down in St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands and I have to say, it has the perfect setting if someone wanted to make a movie out of Almost Perfect:   Magen’s Bay.

Magen’s Bay is a gorgeous, protected stretch of beach, the perfect Caribbean hideaway.  The sand is smooth and white.  The water is clear and warm, a beautiful turquoise blue/green and often feels like velvet. Smooth and silky. It’s not too rough, although there are some waves lapping against the shore.  Unfortunately, this beach isn’t deserted, so no skinny dipping.  Pam and Roger were more fortunate in that respect.

The palm trees ring the beach, never letting you forget you’re in the tropics.  It really feels otherworldly early in the morning.  I can imagine that it would have felt that way to Pam, my heroine, when she is marooned on a deserted island in An Almost Perfect Night.

I walked the beach there almost every morning, very much like Pam would have walked, sand squishing between her toes, to get to Roger and that scrumptious dinner and the after dinner activities.

I certainly enjoyed my little taste of paradise.  It’s given me a new insight into tropical beaches and made me even more certain that I chose the setting well. Magen’s Bay is one of the most romantic spots I’ve ever been to, so I’m certain the beach where Pam and Roger were stranded was a paradise come true for them.


The deliciously hard body pressed her into the warm sand. Sinewy arms pinned her shoulders while his stubbly beard rasped against the skin of her neck as he kissed and nibbled his way down the slope of her neck. Her pirate had shown up at last, a dream come true. Tall, dark, and handsome might be a clich√©, but man, it felt so good. The warmth of his naked torso rubbing against her bare midriff set her ablaze with hungers she’d thought would never be satisfied.

She’d been sitting under the trees, contemplating a scathing rejoinder to Roger’s accusation when she’d been pulled into an embrace from behind. She’d shrieked and tried to scramble away, but he’d nuzzled her ear and whispered, “It’s me, Pam. I’m here to give you your perfect night.”

Before she could utter a “Thank God,” he’d turned her around and seized her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. All protest died. His mouth tasted like honeysuckle, warm and sweet. He’d lifted her as easily as if she were a doll. Then her clothes were gone, and he’d lowered her to the soft sand, his lips locked with hers all the while. She had yet to see his face, but with moves like that, who cared what he looked like?

Now she lay on her back, his taut body stretched over hers, reveling in her long-awaited ravishment.
He nudged her legs apart with his knee and the hard length of his cock pressed against her inner thigh— Jesus, how long was he?

Her anticipation soared as her pussy flooded with moisture.

He lowered his head and clamped his mouth onto her nipple, tugging on it almost to the point of pain. The ache reached the crucial place between her legs, making her writhe with need.

Mmmm.” He grasped the tip with his teeth and squeezed.

Pam moaned, pain and pleasure fusing within her.

He raised his hips and plunged into her, sliding his whole thick, hard length inside with a power that forced the air from her lungs.

She gasped as he filled her completely, stretching her to almost impossible limits. God, it felt so fucking good. He felt so good fucking her.

Her pirate groaned and began to pump into her, hard thrusts that rocked her back onto the sand. “Oh, God, I’m going to come!” Her body spiraled out of control as it rose to the ultimate peak, which hit her like a Mack truck. She jerked underneath him. His body went rigid then slumped against her. God, he was the best lover she’d ever had, and she hadn’t seen his face or learned his name. As her body relaxed and lethargy stole through her, she caressed the dark head lying on her chest. Determined to see the face of her mystery lover, she rolled him over. Only to find Roger grinning at her.

“Did I do it right that time?”


Pamela Kimball’s birthday present, a One Perfect Night adventure, promises to jump-start her life, put a new man in her bed, and help her forget her past.  Unfortunately, movie-buff Pam’s Pirates of the Caribbean fantasy takes an alarming wrong turn when she’s abandoned on a not quite deserted island—with ex-husband Roger Ware.
Forced by hunger to accept Roger’s offer of dinner, Pam realizes the geek she used to be married to has transformed into one of the most charming, sexiest men she’s ever met. His newfound confidence—and hot body—re-kindles old fires.  A simple kiss leads Roger to challenge her to discover how much his lovemaking skills have improved, leaving Pam torn between self-preservation and burning desire.
With time running out before they’re rescued, Pam must decide if her heart can survive the consequences of becoming Roger’s “almost” perfect night.


Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance.  She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager.  A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise.  She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets.  When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director.  She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.

Jenna is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America as well as President of Chesapeake Romance Writers, her local chapter of RWA. Her debut novel, Only Scandal Will Do, is the first in her House of Pleasure series, set in Georgian London. Only Marriage Will Do, the second book in the series, is set to release in June 2015 from Kensington. Her medieval serial novel, Time Enough to Love: Betrothal, Betrayal, and Beleaguered, is a Romeo & Juliet-esque tale, set at the time of the Black Death.

She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.

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  1. Thank you so much for hosting me on Friday Flames, Sheri! It's never cold on your blog--only the hottest allowed, so I'm honored that you invited me back! I hope this one warmed the cockels of your heart--and everywhere else as well. LOL

  2. So...I had to Google the saying and laughed at the answer: "The cockles of the heart are its ventricles, named by some in Latin as "cochleae cordis", from "cochlea" (snail), alluding to their shape."

    When you think about it that way, the mental picture is yuck. Then I looked at the next description and felt so much better!!

    "When something "warms the cockles of our heart", it is a reference to something pleasant that makes our heart beat faster and makes us feel good. It is probably also the origin of the saying that something gives us that "warm and fuzzy feeling.

    Much better. I'm all for feeling warm and fuzzy. Thanks for being here, Jenna!

  3. Whew - it just got hot in here and considering how hard the wind is howling outside - that's saying something.

    1. Thank you, Daryl. I'm glad it warmed you for a moment at least. :)

  4. Love your graphics..happy Friday.


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