She’s Got it All by Jewel Quinlan

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ipadlt_823x978She’s living her dream, not knowing she’s stolen someone else’s…

For Kayla Cross, getting a job as a DJ at legendary club Grace in Ibiza is a dream come true. It’s what she has worked for her entire life. Even if she had to do it behind her parents’ back, like a dirty secret—then and now. She left everything behind in order to give it her all, and she finds it’s going to take far more than the level of confidence she has in order to pull it off.

Lex Granger thought the job was his. But it wasn’t. And not getting the DJ job means another season of bartending, and watching longingly as others play on stage. When his boss orders him to make Kayla feel at home, he almost rebels. But his need to pay bills wins over his emotions. He resents his competition but can’t help being affected by her sunny disposition, talent, and long, lean form. Walking the line between admiration and envy can be agony…

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Kayla had seamlessly taken control of the sound system a few minutes ago and the stuff she had been playing was good, better than the typical pre-recorded shit. But what caught his attention now was the sound of her voice. She was singing into the mic on her headset. Not lyrics but a beautiful stream of notes that seemed to flutter from her gut up to her vocal cords in a lilting sound that was captivating.

The notes she sang rose and fell, exotic and mysterious with the intriguing underlying beat. Her voice called, it drew…and soon women rose from their seats to the small dance area to move and sway with the music, and the men followed them. The same people who had been oblivious of the music a moment before as they’d smoked and talked were now giving their full attention to Kayla.

It wasn’t just the music that mesmerized them; it was Kayla herself. She was a vision. Her blonde hair gleamed under the lights, and her shoulders and hips writhed in a sexy dance, and all the while she continued to turn knobs and flip switches to make the music she sang to. She was absorbed in it and having a great time. Sometimes her hair flicked when she gyrated, as if in punctuation to her movements. Combined with the sound of her voice, she was like a beacon—the song of an angel caressing and drawing everyone in. It was like nothing he’d ever heard before.

Hola!” said a man in an aggressive tone, waving a one hundred Euro bill. “Can we get ten shots of Patrón?”

“Of course. Right away, friend.” Lex focused back in on his job.

It was awhile before he could come back up for air. But when he did, he noticed that the space was packed with bodies dancing to the music Kayla played. And, although she was keeping it mellow as instructed, it was the biggest crowd he’d ever seen on the terrace during the day. Security continuously went through, trying to keep key paths clear.

Hands holding cell phones were up in the air, outstretched toward her, as they took pictures and videos. Through it all, she wore the brightest smile he’d ever seen, occasionally lifting one hand to press the earphones closer. She changed the tempo to a faster beat and the crowd responded with cheers. She bounced up and down in joy, hand waving above her head with exhilaration, and the people lifted and pumped their fists in mimicry.

She was every bit as good as any DJ they’d had before and more. She was the embodiment of everything he thought he would have experienced and felt had it been him on the stage. Somehow, she caught him watching, and gave him a cheery wave. Embarrassed, he waved awkwardly back, and then pulled his eyes back down to the bar. And, even though he could acknowledge that Rick had been right, that she was good, he couldn’t help feeling the tiny nugget of palpable distaste lodged deep in his chest.


About the author, Jewel Quinlan:

Restless by nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited 16 countries so far. Lover of ice cream, beer and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer concocting another tale. In her spare time she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German and play with her spoiled Chihuahua; Penny. It is Penny’s mission in life to keep Jewel from the keyboard. But, with the help of dog-chew-making-companies, Jewel has been able to distract her canine companion and continues to get thousands of words on the page for your enjoyment.

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Her Beauty Within (Part IV)

fairyer Beauty Within was originally published by Still Moments Publishing. When they were absorbed into another company, I received my rights back with no strings attached. I then had it published by the now defunct Breathless Press. Getting it out there for publishing again is just not an option. It’s a short and sweet story that two great editors helped me make better–A. J. Nuest and Leona Bushman.

So, I present to you–in four parts during my NaNo blitz–the story for free.

Before you go on, here is the link(s) to previous chapters:

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Adele slowly opened her eyes. The heat of Jareth’s body pressed against hers. His arm held her close. She laced her fingers through his, enjoying the moment. They were mated to each other, she was sure of it. Nothing else could explain the elation lingering in her very core.

The soft padding of feet made her turn her head.

Honeysuckle smiled. “Now you understand.”

“Oh, yes.” Adele grinned widely. “Thank you, Honeysuckle, for everything.”

She removed Jareth’s arm from around her waist and lightly kissed his cheek, not wanting to wake him.

“I’ll never be able to repay you for showing me how selfish I was.” She bowed to Honeysuckle, showing the Council of Eight Elder the respect she deserved.

“You realizing the wrong in your behavior is all the payment I need.” Honeysuckle waved her arms and glittering dust filled the air. It circled Adele, and she spread out her arms, marveling how the particles stuck to her skin. The dark hue of her flesh lightened. A gasp escaped her lips as the heavy weight of her wings returned and her dress turned a fluorescent pink.

Honeysuckle nodded. “You may return to the life you had.”

“Thank you so very much.” Adele waved as Honeysuckle took flight. She skipped and flew up briefly before landing back on her feet. Joy swept over her as Jareth stood from their sleeping place.

“Jareth!” She squealed and embraced him. “Honeysuckle changed me back? Isn’t it wonderful? Now we can travel any levels we wish.”

He stiffened in her arms, and she stepped away. His eyes brimmed with tears as he withdrew.

“You’re the one that sent me down here in the first place.” He pointed at her, his voice and body shaking. “You’re one of them. Was this part of your plan? Trick a sprite into sharing their secrets so you could tell the other pixies?”

“No, Jareth. I wouldn’t do that. Please, just please, listen to me.” She clasped her hand to her heart, a slow ache building inside. “I love you.”

“Stay away from me.” Jareth leapt to the tree and vanished within.

Adele ran after him, but as she dove to follow, her body bounced and scraped along the jagged bark. Pixies couldn’t use Mother Oak to travel the levels. Everything she’d learned under Jareth’s tutelage meant nothing in her original form. Sobbing, she took to the air. The ugliness she’d shed living a humble life paled in comparison to losing the bond she gained with Jareth. Her heart raced, and a warm glow grew in the pit of her stomach, pointing the way as she searched out her love. They were destined to be one. Jareth’s spirit had joined with hers. No matter where he ran, she could seek him out by listening to the thrum of her soul. He couldn’t reject her. She’d wither and fade without him.

On the upper level, she raced along the streets, but in the lively activity of fireflies and chattering pixies, the invisibility of one sprite came clear. His drab, brown, sprite clothes blended in too well with Mother Oak. Her wings dusted the area with dull blue particles in her sadness, and she flew home, dejected. Uncaring of what the salt in her tears would to do her complexion or the disarray of her hair, she curled up on her bed, alone.

* * *

Wearing a simple pink dress, Adele walked the main thoroughfare of the upper levels. Her wings were folded behind her and she didn’t join in the song the other pixies sang to praise their blessed unions. Ahead, her old friends stood tall with their mates. Brynne met her gaze, and then cast her eyes away from Adele. Thoughts of Nimsy and the other sprites helped her keep going. Adele had no friends among her kind, but down in the depths of Mother Oak’s shade she’d found true love and friendship.

“I’m sorry, my dear.” Honeysuckle walked up beside her, offering a comforting hug.

“No, I deserve to be shunned. I was cruel for much of my life.” Adele sniffed. “I just wish… Oh Honeysuckle, I want to go back. I miss him so much.”

Honeysuckle lifted Adele’s chin with the tip of her finger. “Did you give up before? When you thought you lost everything?”

“But…” Adele frowned. Honeysuckle angled Adele’s face to the middle of the street. Laden with packages, Jareth weaved between the many pixies who walked without care.

Adele broke free of Honeysuckle and ran toward Jareth. Her heart soared, but she faltered when his gaze met hers. He turned and hurried away in the opposite direction.

She stumbled to a stop, the bond between them ebbing. Tears brimmed and she balled her hands into fists. “Jareth, I command you to stop!” she screamed.

His body jerked and the packages tumbled to the ground, just as they did the first time they met. Adele strode to him and faced his cool, dark eyes.

“Come to banish me again, Princess?” he whispered.

His words stung, but she stood firm and cleared her throat. “Jareth, I claim you as my mate, to live within Mother Oak and share my hopes and dreams. I shall bear your offspring and raise them in the sunshine of our happiness. No other shall ever claim my heart.”

Silence reigned on the streets. For a pixie to speak the words of a marriage ceremony to a sprite, had stolen the joyful noise from their throats. Adele ignored the indignant and haughty stares. Only Jareth mattered, and the tenderness growing in his eyes.

“Please, Jareth. I’ve never been so sure of something in all my life.” Tears welled in her eyes. Would he accept her?

“Adele, I claim you as my mate, to live within Mother Oak and share my hopes and dreams. I shall give you offspring and help raise them in the sunshine of our happiness. No other shall ever claim my heart.” He brushed the side of her face with his thumb, gliding it over her trembling lips.

Without regard for anyone else, they kissed, deeply and passionately. The space between them shimmered in one final blessing from Mother Oak. Adele opened her eyes and gazed at a transformed Jareth. Wings stretched behind him, fluttering and showering a rainbow of dust into the air. His skin brightened to pure alabaster and his hair curled into long, auburn locks, but his eyes were still the warm, rich brown that drew her in. She giggled.

“I was hoping I’d go back to being a sprit,e and we could ride the waves Mother Oak allows us.” She rested her head on his shoulder.

“It was you all along. My mate.” He pressed his lips to her temple. “I never thought that.” He paused, his mouth seeking hers again. She giggled with joy.

“Let’s go home, Jareth. I’ll teach you to fly again.” She grabbed his hand and led him running down the street before launching into the air. She dove down, racing through the dark green foliage of Mother Oak. Jareth’s face bore a mixture of fright and excitement. She laughed as he worked his wings in a frenzy of motion.

“You’ve got it!” She landed at the bottom of the tree and tackled him for a taste of his lips. He responded with vigor, and the binding they shared but a few nights before came to them again.

Adele sighed against his chest and offered a prayer to Mother Oak. Already the quickening of a new life fluttered within her…one of many to come in her new life.

Far From Blind by S. J. Maylee

farfromblindFar from Blind

Club Blind 2

by S.J. Maylee

Contemporary Erotic Romance

Released October 15th!

Book Description:

Candy Wilson has worked hard to build a life for herself from nothing to something she can be proud of but she can’t catch the eye of the one man who drives her wild with desire.

Brad Chambers has everything, always has, except the woman he loves. When a pitch black blind date at the exclusive Club Blind matches the pair together, Candy refuses to believe what she sees and throws up her protective barrier. It’s up to Brad to tear down her walls and get her to see the man who wants only her.

Be Warned: spanking and light BDSM

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The first review is in!

5-stars from Liz’s Reading Life

“This story is another sizzling creation from SJ Maylee.”

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Far from Blind Excerpt:

He closed the door behind them and the distinct click of a lock tumbling over echoed around the room. Maybe no showing yesterday was a mistake. If they’d had any chance at all, she’d blown it for sure. How could she expect him to trust her now? The air, thick with unsaid words, closed in around her.

It was time to take care of business and escape before she embarrassed herself. “This must be for you.” She held out the envelope.

“Thank you.” He took it from her and tore it open, revealing a piece of paper. His cheeks pulled into a little smile, then it disappeared. He maneuvered around his desk and sat. “Do you like me, Candy?”

“Of course I do.” She clasped her arms around her middle. The bigger question is what he thought of her before Club Blind and now.

“Then why didn’t you show last night?” He pressed his lips together and kept his gaze on her.

“To be honest…”

“That’s all I’ll ever expect from you.”

“I’ll give it to you straight. You don’t want a girl like me.” She blew out a breath as if it could help her raging pulse. Never in a million years would she have guessed she’d want a man to tell her she was wrong.

“Is that what you believe?”

“Yes.” She kept her focus on him. He gave nothing away. His expression didn’t change, only his fingers tapped on his desk which was irritatingly neat.

“Then we have a problem.” He stood. “We’d agreed to meet. I kept up my end.”

“And I didn’t.” She blew out a deep breath.

“Come here.”

She didn’t move. She didn’t take her next breath either.

He pointed to the ground in front of him. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

She jumped and then slipped around his desk. Damn, he really did smell good. No matter whether it was aftershave or him, the deep woodsy scent turned here on. Everything about Brad turned her on.

“Did I ask you to join me at Mistress Charlie’s yesterday?”

“Yes, but—”

“Do you believe I’m a liar?”


“I don’t think you are either.” He tapped under her chin, lifting her focus back to him. “But I don’t believe you’re being honest with me right now and that’s a problem.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t show yesterday.”

“I appreciate the admission, but I can’t let the action and the attitude go unpunished.”

“What, are you going to spank me?” She chuckled.

“I think it’s time.” He tucked some of her hair behind her ear and his touch lingered along the side of her neck over her ugly mole. “Don’t you agree?”

“Agreed, Sir.” She leaned back on his desk. It was the only thing holding her up.



“Very good. Bend over my desk, please.”

“Right here?” She looked around his office. She didn’t find any windows to the hall, but his windows facing the next building were wide open. “You really are pissed.”

The corner of his lips lifted slightly. “The windows are treated. No one can see in here.”


“You’re stalling.”

“Can you blame me?”

“You do know I’m an accountant, right?” He tugged on her hair. “We like to add.”

Praise for the first book in the Club Blind Series

In the Blind

The Romance Reviews “There is a good mix of heat woven into the storyline, perfect for an erotic romance. With the thrill and excitement of the sex club, the author has created the beginning of an interesting series.”

Night Owl Reviews “The beginning of the story leaves you wanting to know more. It has a unique premise. By the end of the first chapter, I was eager to finish the book…the author takes the reader on a wonderful journey”

Cocktails and Books “There was humor, some angst, romance, and of course, I already mentioned the incredible sex. You’ll be quite satisfied by the end. I know I sure was.”

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SJ Button 2 300x300 with borderS.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.

When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.

As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.

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