Welcome to Pimp My Book. Today, we have Jean Maxwell rocking it out with her latest release El Precio. Enjoy!
featuring El Precio
Thanks, Kastil for inviting me to visit today. I’m thrilled to be here on Pimp My Book! Under the pen name Jean Maxwell, I’m the author of two romantic suspense novels, the second of which has just released on Sept. 4, entitled EL PRECIO — The Price of Passion. It’s the sequel to January’s release EL MIRADOR, which comprise parts 1 and 2 of my Spanish Seduction series.
El Mirador introduced our hero and heroine, architect Zara Flynn and engineer David Parker, and their fast-paced, sex-charged adventure to save Zara’s inheritance from those who plot to steal it from her. El Precio picks up the story from there. In a twist on the classic boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl theme, El Precio throws new challenges into Zara and Dave’s relationship that tests their potential future together. Each of them must confront issues from their past and learn that decisions and actions have consequences. The book explores the themes of family, parenthood, fate and acceptance, but not without several hot, steamy scenes to entertain along the way! If you like travel, the story sweeps the reader from Malaga, to Zaragoza, to Tenerife, Montreal and back again.
Over the years, I’ve been a draftsman turned designer, turned writer. The fact I had no formal training or credentials as a writer held me back for a long time, until I read Chris Baty’s No Plot, No Problem and took part in NanNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in 2010. From a 3,000 word draft that had lain dormant for a few years, El Mirador was finally born.
Based on the teachings of No Plot, No Problem my intention was to write works of at least 50,000 words, NaNo’s standard of novel eligibility. Despite that title, I have always aspired to weave interesting and plausible plot lines in my stories, because I can’t imagine a good story any other way. I also like to write what I like to read — vivid, descriptive sentences that leave you licking your lips like you’ve just enjoyed a really good meal!
In addition to my two novels, I’ve recently completed a short story that I’m proud to say has been accepted into Evernight’s Just Vamps anthology coming out in October.
I also had the good fortune to share office space with a published writer at the time I drafted El Mirador. She gave me some great rules to live (and write) by that have stuck with me ever since and helped make my writing that much tighter. Something else this author was doing that inspired me was book trailers!! I had a ton of fun making the El Mirador video, and hope I’ve done an even better job with the El Precio trailer. Please check it out on my YouTube channel.
BLURB: Happily in love with engineer David Parker, and pursuing her new career as CEO of Flynn Enterprises in sunny Spain, architect Zara Flynn’s idyllic world is shaken to the core with a single text message. She must return home to Montreal to deal with an apartment break-in and the theft of her car. At the same time, her heart is put on the line by a woman from Dave’s past who claims to be pregnant with his child.
Her mind reeling, she flees to Montreal to do damage control on her property, landing in the arms of an old flame who spares no expense in trying to win her back. Exhausted and vulnerable, she is charmed by his attention, but can he be trusted?
Zara is torn between two worlds, when the most devastating news of all is revealed. Can she make things right with Dave, or has she already lost him to another woman?
Excerpt: “Welcome back, Lightning Girl,” he said with a dimpled smile, his voice low and raw with emotion. He took her hands in his. She thought her knees might give out as she recognized the undisguised need in his gaze. She swallowed hard and clasped his hands to her chest.
“Hey, Thunder Boy,” she said, embarrassed at the squeaky, Debra Winger-ish voice ensuing from her lips.
“May I escort you to your office?” he asked, casting a sidelong glance at the small crowd surrounding Mrs. Flynn.
Zara nodded weakly, feeling incapable of uttering another word. Dave’s arm slipped around her shoulders and guided her away from the action and down the long hall.
At last, they reached the cool solitude of the CEO’s office, Dave closing the door behind them. They didn’t get much farther. He spun her around and braced her against the heavy oak paneling, trapping her between him and the door.
“My God, I missed you,” he said, his mouth seeking hers insistently. She barely heard his words above the pounding of her own heart. Her lips trembled as they met his in a searing, all-consuming kiss. If he’d not been holding her so tight, she’d have melted to the floor in a pool of desire. She pulled her hands free and dove them into his tousled locks, dragging her fingers through the soft, collar-length waves of light brown hair.
When they broke their kiss, neither of them breathed lightly. A kiss wasn’t nearly enough to quell the urges seething within. Dave leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes closed.
“This is completely unprofessional and inappropriate,” he whispered.
“I agree,” she said, trying to catch her breath. “What on earth were you thinking, Mr. Parker?”
“Ha.” He smiled his signature half-smile as he continued to hyperventilate. “I was thinking, a demonstration might make things more clear, Miss Flynn.” He swallowed and brought his respiration rate down to a manageable level. “With your permission?”
“By all means, you have my complete attention, sir.”
He pushed away from the door, pulling her with him. He dragged one of the hard-backed visitor chairs over and jammed it up against the doorknob. Walking backwards, he towed her across the room to the oversized drafting table between two massive bookcases. He lifted her to sit on the vinyl-topped surface, wedging his body between her knees. His hands framed her face while he kissed her, hard.
Without conscious thought, Zara’s fingers went to his belt, flipping the buckle open and sliding it through the jean loops and onto the floor. She undid the metal button and worked the zipper down in a few tugs. He caught up strands of her hair and massaged them against her cheeks as he deepened his kiss, letting her continue undressing him. She separated the buttons on his soft denim shirt, slipping her hands inside to stroke his muscled chest. Her fingertips found his taut nipples and lingered there, tickling and touching.
He wrenched the rest of the shirt off then set to work on the front buttons of her sweater, stripping her down to her lacy black bra. His mouth moved to her chest, licking and kissing the mounds of her breasts as he pushed up the hem of her skirt.
With her hormones raging, Zara felt like she might leave a puddle on the tabletop if she didn’t get his dick inside her in the next ten seconds. She grasped at the waistband of his jeans and pushed them down past his hips, releasing his swollen member from its bounds. He pulled her roughly to the edge of the table, lifting her enough to free her skirt from around her bum. Her thin panties were no match for Dave’s insistent fingers. Not much material to them in any case, they shredded easily in his hands. He slung one arm under her knee and lifted it to his ribs, creating enough clearance to plunge his throbbing penis into her.
Zara sucked in air at the sudden, aggressive entry, surprised at how much the rough play excited her. Her arms went tight around his back, her fingernails digging into his skin, clinging to him like a cat on a scratching post. She relished the pounding rhythm of his cock driving into her. Holy Mother, was this how it would always be between them if they were apart for more than a few days? God, she hoped so.
She took all of what he had to give her, mindless of the blueprints and mechanical pencils scattering to the floor from the rocking tabletop. Without the benefit of much foreplay, Zara still felt the rising tide of orgasm flow toward her center as she matched his thrusts.
It usually didn’t work that way for her, the tender tissues between her legs typically requiring a bit more encouragement and…finesse, but…right now…felt good. Jesus, this was her workplace! At least twenty people stood not five meters outside the door. This is crazy!
A burning flush rose up her chest, her breasts tingling and tightening, while her inner thighs quivered on the threshold of surrender. The very idea of making it on an office desk, and that they might be discovered at any moment, brought an unexpected thrill. This is beyond crazy…this is unconscionable…this is…oh, sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
She tumbled into orgasm, and so did he. As Dave was about to let out a satisfactory moan, Zara covered his mouth in a smothering kiss to prevent any telltale noise from exiting the room. His free hand cupped the back of her head. She listened to the sound of his breathing and the soft grunts trapped in his throat as he buried himself in her kiss.
Their lips parted, and he nuzzled her neck and licked her earlobe before speaking in a painful whisper. “I’m sorry…if I rushed you. Did I hurt you? I never want to hurt you. I can do better.”
She kissed his cheek. “If you were hurting me, I sure as hell like being hurt,” she replied. “And if you did any better, I’d have to fire you. For being so unprofessional. But your, demonstration, was certainly convincing. Remind me to have you make business presentations more often.”
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I’m picking three winners to receive a free e-copy of El Precio, from everyone who comments on any of my blog tour stops or my YouTube channel up until Sept. 10*. Thanks again for hosting, and I hope readers enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
*A note from Kastil:
Due to the two deaths in my family, I was not able to get this post up for Jean in her alloted time for the giveaway. Therefore, I will honor the giveaway by buying and gifting a copy to one lucky commenter on this blog. Please make sure you leave an email address when you comment so I know where to gift the copy to.