Page Notes ~ Simple Arrangement

January 31st, 2015

Today’s Page Notes is a little taste from Simple Arrangement (Intentions, Book #1). Enjoy.

simplearrangement_800“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” Iona spoke behind him in her melodious smoky voice.

“Hopefully it tastes good.” Jackson glanced at her. “Go and continue the work you were doing.”

“Sounds like I am being told to get out of the kitchen.” Iona smiled. “Do you swear and mutter like Chandler when your cooking is aggravating you?”

“Nope.” Jackson pointed a finger. “Now go and let me cook.”

“Ahhh… So you’re one of those who doesn’t like others to watch them cook.”

“Yes.” Jackson grunted then said, “Why are you still here?” He smiled to show he was teasing.

“I’m going.” Iona stood and turned to leave.

“Iona—”

She paused and looked at him.

“I was looking forward to seeing how the knee socks looked against your skin.” Jackson glanced down her body then met her gaze. “But now I’m wondering what you have on under your housedress.”

Iona drew in a breath then ran her hands down the tie-dyed, short-sleeved sundress from her shoulder to almost the hem, where it rested just above her knee. She gripped the cloth then started to slowly lift it while looking at him. Jackson took a step toward her.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” Iona pivoted then sauntered out of the room.

“Such a tease.”

“You know it, buddy,” Iona called, laughing.

Jackson’s laughter followed her as she left. Iona went back into the living room and sat again on the floor at the center table. She stretched before she got back to work. Iona rubbed her eyes then blinked as tiredness filled her. She yawned then leaned back against the couch. I’ll rest just a second then get back to it. She put her arm over her eyes and relaxed.

Iona woke, not sure how long she’d been asleep. She frowned as she felt the softness against her back. Touching by her side, she realized that she was lying on the couch.

“I took you off the floor.” Jackson spoke from the direction of her feet. “You didn’t look very comfortable as you were. You didn’t wake when I put you on the couch.”

She lifted her head and saw him standing at the arm of the chair, by her feet. “I didn’t know I was so tired. I’m usually a lighter sleeper. And I sure wouldn’t have slept through your moving me.”

“Dinner is ready. I have it ready to warm if you need some more time to work.” Jackson came around the couch and sat on the center table beside her open laptop.

“I might be doing some more work.” Iona sat up, moving so that her legs were on either side of his. She placed her hand on his upper thigh. “But it will be toward pleasure.”

She leaned nearer, eyes locked with his. Jackson moved forward to meet her and she closed her eyes as their lips met.

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By Author Design ~ Coming in February

January 29th, 2015

By Author Design is a new feature I’m starting on my blog. Writing books is all about creating – after all authors are designers who use nothing to create a garment of life’s fabric for their characters that you grow to love. This feature will give you some interesting things about how I come up with my books, characters. It is similar to something I did a few years ago for my newsletter and chat group readers.

My plan is to post these weekly on Thursday’s. The By Author Design will start on the first Thursday of February 2015.

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Jeffisism ~ Fleeting Time

January 26th, 2015

Time is fleeting and you should appreciate each moment. ~ McKenna Jeffries

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Page Notes ~ Mating Scents

January 24th, 2015

Today’s Page Notes is a little taste from Mating Scents (Rules of Attraction, Book #1). Enjoy.

matingscents_800“Garrick,” Bailey called behind him.

Tyr went on and Garrick stopped and faced her. Indigo and the others were across the room by the same counter Bailey had been at when he’d come in.

“I am sorry for kicking you.” Bailey came closer, lowering her voice. “But you were not watching me as if you were up to no good. You were watching me like—”

“You were mine.” Garrick blew out a breath. “Yeah, I realized I was after you started to say it. Sorry I didn’t know I was doing that. I noticed you a few weeks ago when you and your friends drove up. Been noticing you since then.”

“Really?” Bailey studied him, her hazel gaze intent.

“So you’ve been watching me for weeks.”

“When you say it like that it sounds creepy.” Garrick shook his head.

“I’ve not been watching you, I just saw you when you came by and was wondering…” He stopped, not wanting to make more of a fool of himself than he already had. That was what giving into attraction got him—a sore head and being made to feel like an ass who fell on his ass. Garrick stifled a chuckle.

“Tell me.” Bailey stepped closer.

Her scent reached him again and Garrick inhaled deeply, loving how she smelled. “What is it that you are wearing?”

“Wearing?”

“The scent.” Garrick inhaled again. “You smell so good.”

“You’re smelling me.” Bailey looked amused. “Peaches and honeysuckle is what I wear. I make body lotion, perfume, bath gels and those sorts of things. I also custom make fragrances for people too. That’s what my business will be.”

“Peaches and honeysuckle. I’m going to remember that.” Garrick studied the empty glass display cases before focusing back on her. “It must be interesting making things like you do…”

“Don’t change the subject. We can discuss that another time.” Bailey moved even closer. “Tell me what you were about to say.”

“I’m done looking like a fool.” Garrick shrugged. “What I was about say doesn’t matter.”

“I’m thinking it does.” Bailey studied him then smiled softly. “Being a firefighter must take lots of bravery.”

“It’s my job.” Garrick didn’t know where she was going with what she was saying.

“But you save people. Sometimes face death when you do. So saying what you want to shouldn’t make you hesitate when you face that sort of thing.”

“Your logic makes no sense.” Garrick wasn’t sure what to make of her. She seemed to be teasing him yet he sensed she was very serious.

“To me it does. And at this point, that is all that matters.” Bailey rubbed her hand down the side of her jeans. “How about I speculate what you were wondering? You were wondering if I would go out with you.”

Garrick smiled. “You’re arrogant to assume that is what I wanted.”

“Oh, it’s not arrogance. It is surety. It was the look in your gaze. Now that I know you’re not some crook, I realize that you weren’t casing my place. You were working up to asking me out. I’ll save you the trouble.”

Disappointment filled Garrick at the finality in her tone. He couldn’t read her intentions but after the fiasco of his frightening her and making her think he was a criminal, he could only imagine she was about to say no.

“I’m going to ask you out.” Bailey moved nearer until she was almost touching him. “Go out with me, Garrick.”

“That doesn’t sound like a question,” he pointed out.

“I’m not good at asking for stuff.” She smiled sheepishly.

“Somehow I like that.” Garrick couldn’t resist. He stroked down her cheek with his knuckle.

Bailey shivered slightly then turned her head into his touch.

“Yes, I’ll go out with you.” “Good.” She held onto his wrist. “I’ll give you a few days to clear the ringing in your ears from my kick.”

“Why do I feel you are trying not to laugh at me?”

“Because your expression when you got hit was priceless,” Bailey said, squeezing his wrist gently before releasing him. “In hindsight, I now realize you were yelling back at me but not in anger. I just don’t know why you made the sound you did.”

“I was trying to be funny to break the ice by doing a weird mating call to match your yell. Thought that would make you laugh, but I should have realized since you’ve never seen me before you wouldn’t take it as intended. It was stupid of me.” He admitted, “It’s been a while since I dated.”

“Then I kicked you. Makes me think the follow up to that would be what the hell kind of kinky foreplay is this?”

Garrick chuckled. “See, a sense of humor is a good ice breaker.”

“Mating call. That is priceless. Oh God, wait until I tell my friends about that.” Bailey winked. “Get a promise from them so they don’t tease you about it. You’ll have to tell me about your not dating and why not on our date. Does Saturday work for you?”

“So long?” It was five days away. “It’s your next day off.”

“How’d you know that?”

“Indigo.” Bailey rolled her eyes. “She observes things and mentioned noticing how your shifts work.”

“Why would she notice that?” Garrick glanced at Indigo, who was with the others.

“She likes information and makes it her business to know,” Bailey said.

He glanced at her. “Okay. But Saturday is a long time to wait to see you again.”

“But you see me when I come here.” Bailey patted his hand as she released her hold. “Maybe if you get time while you’re on shift, or getting off, you could come over and offer your help.”

“I might just do that.” Garrick stared at her. “You’re turning out to be a surprising woman. Very unpredictable. I find that enticing.”

“Unpredictability is a good thing. Keeps you on your toes and intrigued to want to know more about me. That’s a win-win. So if you don’t get a chance to come see me before, I look forward to seeing you for our date on Saturday.” She put her hand in her pocket and pulled out a card, then a pen from her ponytail, before writing on the back. “Call me with your address.”

Garrick took the card as Bailey walked away. Garrick stared after her, watching the sexy sway of her hips.

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Weekly Recap ~ Writing and Newsletter..

January 23rd, 2015

Here’s my weekly recap of what I’ve been up too this past week. :)

I’m still working on combining some of the series I have planned. It’s fun doing it and I’m getting inspired to write the stories. All the characters are clamoring at the same time for their story. LOL.

The upcoming week I’ll be sending  out my newsletter. It’s been a while since I did one and I have loads of things I will be announcing in the newsletter. If you haven’t joined yet it’s easy to join my newsletter just sign up here – McKenna Jeffries Newsletter.

That’s all for now. I’ll see you next week for my next weekly recap. :)

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January 22nd, 2015

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Jeffisism ~ Stronger

January 19th, 2015

Some days are tough but each is a lesson that makes you stronger. ~ McKenna Jeffries

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Page Notes ~ Risky Pleasures

January 17th, 2015

Today’s Page Notes is a little taste from Risky Pleasures (McKingley, Book #3) a book I co-authored with Aliyah Burke. Enjoy.

riskypleasures_smallTime passed and, close to closing, Archer was by his truck when a tingle ran up his spine. Lifting his head, he watched as a green jeep pulled in. The stiffening in his pants told him all he needed to know—it never failed, his body always knew when Delicia was around. He watched her climb out and look around.

Damn, she made that look good. She wore her uniform, a short sleeved light blue shirt and reflective EMS trousers. Her hair was back in a French braid and he longed to release it. Licking his lips, he shut his truck door and ambled over to where she stood talking to Mark, another one of his mechanics—a trainee actually, but he was a quick learner.

“Delicia,” he said upon his approach.

Her amazing brown eyes, reminding him of chocolate mousse, flicked up and widened slightly. “Mr Bennett,” she responded.

He disliked her calling him Mr Bennett but let it go for the moment. It was her thing, what she did when others were near. “Something I can help you with?”

Mark took the hint and walked away, leaving them alone. She looked just about everywhere else, except at him. And Archer realised she was nervous around him.

“Delicia?” he asked, stepping closer and inhaling the scent of tangerines that surrounded her.

“Hi…umm…I’m sorry to stop by without a…um…appointment, but I needed my oil changed, if possible.”

“Of course. I’ll do it for you right now.”

Her gaze flew up to meet his and he sent her what he hoped was a disarming smile. His cock stirred when her tongue sneaked out and wet her lips.

“If you’re sure. I don’t want to make anyone stay late.”

He held her stare. “It’s fine. Keys in the ignition?”

“Yes.”

“Go on in to the waiting room and have a seat. I’ll be done in no time.”

Reaching out, he turned her and gave her a gentle nudge towards the main door. The urge to draw her closer and kiss her swarmed him. He clenched his hands into fists and repressed the desire. Instead he just watched her walk towards the door and with one look back at him, she slipped inside.

Archer walked to her Jeep and paused right before getting behind the wheel. A throat clearing behind him pulled his attention from the vehicle. He turned to find Mark there.

“Want me to get this one, Risk?”

“No, it’s okay, Mark. I got it.”

A knowing smile curved up Mark’s lips and he narrowed his gaze in response. “Sure thing, boss. I’ll go clear a bay for you.” Hand outstretched, he offered the plastic seat cover then walked off.

“Do that,” he muttered, protecting the seat then getting behind the wheel.

Delicia had a six-speed Wrangler and he could tell she did a lot of outdoors stuff—her vehicle was decked out for it. There was nothing girly about this Jeep. And he liked it. Before long, he was draining the oil and checking air pressure on her tyres. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see his employees watching him closely.

“What?” he asked Mark who continued to hover around.

“Nothing.”

With a grunt, Archer looked at Mark. A seventeen year old boy who had been working here since he was fourteen. The kid was a whiz with cars and loved nothing more than working on them, despite only having been actually working on cars for a year—before that he’d cleaned up around the shop.

“You sure seem to be interested in what I’m doing for a man who’s claiming nothing. You got nothing else to do?”

“Well, it’s just that…how well do you know Lis?”

Biting back his growl at the familiar way Mark spoke about Delicia, he swallowed. “What are you looking to know?”

“I…I…” A flush moved up the boy’s dark cheeks and he figured it out.

“She’s older than you, you know.” Archer poured in the oil.

“I know, but…”

“She’s got a man, too, Mark. I’m sorry.” He capped it and wiped his hands off on a rag from his pocket.

“She does?” He sighed. “Who?”

Waiting until the young man looked at him, Archer then said,
“Me.”

He stepped from the hood and slammed it shut. Going to the driver’s side, he got in and drove through and around to the front. Once in the waiting room, he walked up to where Delicia sat thumbing through a magazine and said, “You’re all set.”

Delicia looked up at the sound of Archer’s deep timbre. The moisture in her mouth vanished as she stared at him. This man is just too damn fine. With what she hoped was a normal smile, she pushed to her feet and stood before him.

“Wow. That was fast. Thank you. For taking me.” Okay, that was not supposed to be said. She squeezed her eyes shut and wished she were anywhere but where she was. “I mean, for taking care of my car.”

His gaze burnt hot when she met it again and there was this hint of knowing within the depths of his eyes. “No problem. Anytime, Delicia.”

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Jeffisism ~ Realize Dreams

January 12th, 2015

Dreaming brings forth ideas to make a realization. ~ McKenna Jeffries

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Page Notes ~ The Best Thing Yet

January 10th, 2015

Today’s Page Notes is a little taste from The Best Thing Yet (McKingley, Book #2) a book I co-authored with Aliyah Burke. Enjoy.

Deiter unhurriedly ran his gaze along the languid form of the woman beside him. Arissa Wright. She had a body to die for, curves that made him want to get down on his knees and give thanks to the Almighty. Her skin was dark brown and flawless, and her pixie-style haircut was reddish-gold in colour. When he’d stared into her light brown eyes, they’d been filled with intelligence and more than a smattering of humour. And yet, beneath that there lingered the tell-tale signs of one who’d seen too much.

He had been on his way to a pool when his gaze had landed upon her. Deiter had almost tripped over his feet. Never had a mere glance struck him more than it had when he’d first seen her. Her peach tank top complemented her sheer sarong, which had patterns of blue and white swirls. The way her dark smooth legs peeked out made his body shift into overdrive. A quick glance at her feet showed him her nails dressed by a French manicure, which matched her fingernails.

Her voice was something old singers had—velvety and slightly smoky. It grabbed him down low and stroked all the way up, setting him aflame. Even when his body had been semi under control, he hadn’t wanted to move on. There were lots of attractive women on this ship but none had turned his head until now. Every inch of her was luscious. He wanted to spirit her away to a secluded area and peel away what little clothes she wore and…

Deiter looked away from Arissa to see the cocktail server had returned with their drinks.

“Thank you,” he said with a slight smile as she placed them down and removed Arissa’s nearly empty glass.

“You’re welcome.” Without any further comment, she slipped away.

He put his attention back on Arissa. Long curved eyelashes rested against satiny smooth skin. At least, it appeared like satin to him. Deiter longed to reach out and trace his finger along her full lips. Then taste them, over and over again. Another wave of longing flowed through him.

Sitting up, he reached for his drink and took a sip. A grimace crossed his face. It had tasted much better when he’d drunk it from her glass.

“Why’d you order tea if you don’t like it?” Her question reached him.

Deiter was struck by the amusement in her eyes. He turned his body towards her and leant back again, smiling.

“Yours tasted different. Better.”

She grinned up at him as stirred the drink with her straw. “You didn’t squeeze the lemon.”

His eyebrow arched. “Excuse me?”

Her smile grew as she shook her head in amusement and pointed a finger at the tall glass. “The lemon. I squeeze mine into the tea and mix it up.”

Deiter did as she’d recommended and the next taste was more similar to the way hers had tasted. “Oh, way better. Thank you.”

“No prob.”

His cock jerked in his jeans as her mouth curled around the red straw. Damn. If I could just feel those lips curled around my… Abruptly he stopped that thought. No need to behave like a caveman. This trip was not about meaningless sex. Are you sure? His libido taunted. Who said it would be meaningless with her? Have you looked at her? I mean…hello! Grinding his back teeth, Deiter strove for control.

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