Welcome, Jayne York

 Jennifer, thanks so much for hosting me. The support of dedicated authors and bloggers like you is valued and appreciated. You're a godsend.

You asked me to write a short bit about what inspired me to write Midnight Acquisition. I've got to tell you it's a story that's been brewing in my imagination for quite some time. In my 45 year career as a jeweler, tales of misidentified gems are rampant. There's Grandma's topaz that turned out to be a yellow beryl, Aunt Hattie's black coral beads that were actually Bakelite, and a million more. Perhaps the most poignant are those stories of inherited jewels that encompass the heart of their family.

"Midnight Acquisition" tells the story of just such a stone. But more than that, it tells the story of those people surrounding a fabulous, mysterious piece of history and the extraordinary lengths they'll go to possess it. The story's crux involves the emotional entanglement of two people separated by class and moral code—the thief and the good girl. Their longtime attraction explodes back to reality when he is forced to use her as the easiest route to the jewel or face death at the hands of a sadistic madman. 

There's sizzling chemistry, fast-paced action, and intrigue—something for everyone.

Take a chance, take an adventure. You won't be disappointed!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
I can't resist the call of a great story. As the child of a world-class machinist and a frustrated artist, I learned early on the joy of creating handcrafted jewelry. Each piece, like every customer, has its own tale to tell. You'll find them, collected like pearls in a strand, inside my steamy contemporary romance and edge-of-your-seat romantic suspense novels. Like my one-of-a-kind pieces of jewelry, the heroines in my books are rare, desirable and priceless. Their hearts can only be won by sexy, formidable heroes. ~*~ Find me online at: http://JayneYork.com

 

 

 

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Purchase Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08P9SJ3YR

iTunes :  https://books.apple.com/us/book/midnight-acquisition/id1543562855

Google Books:  https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=8gUVEAAAQBAJ

Kobo:  https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/midnight-acquisition

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/midnight-acquisition-jayne-york/1138392609

 

 

BLURB:
Juliette Rochambeau was heartbroken when the boy she loved ran from South Carolina. Fifteen years later, she returns to her hometown to appraise her family's historic gem-encrusted necklace. Becket Ford is a thief whose regret over leaving Juliette behind tears at his heart. His remorse, however, must take a back seat when a sadistic puppet master forces him to use their connection to steal the necklace or die trying. As they both vie for possession of the priceless jewels, lingering desire and emotion from years ago explode back to life. But escaping a madman and finding a future free of their past may just be a fantasy…

 

 

EXCERPT:
"Hello, Jules." His lips quirked up, and she took a hesitant step toward him as if he'd pulled on an invisible thread. A swarm of bees erupted in her chest. He stood, and she couldn't help herself; she took him in from hair to soft leather loafers. Their gazes locked. His startling gray eyes should have been cool given the color, but the emotion swimming in their depths held her fixed in place. Riveted. The silvery center rimmed in a blue so dark it was nearly black, and thick lashes, a lush sable brown like the roots of his hair. This Beck was as familiar as home and at the same time different as night from day. Gone was the boyish promise of good looks, and in its place, a devastatingly handsome man. The shoulders she used to love were broader, his waist honed. The flat stomach she'd caressed with curious, questing fingers was now an impressive six-pack of muscle revealed by the cling of his T-shirt. His chest, when he drew in a deep breath, strained the white fabric. Her body seemed to disconnect from her mind, and the power of speech deserted her. When she finally mustered the wherewithal to reply, her voice resembled the grate of a rusty screen door. "What are you doing here?" She cleared her throat. "I mean, hello yourself. I didn't know you were back in Charleston." She fought the urge to sling herself across the distance and jump into his arms. Her fists clenched to drag back control. Pull yourself together, Juliette. He trashed your stupid heart and didn't think twice.

 

Welcome Jayne York

Jennifer, thanks so much for your invitation. Promoting a book, especially my first book is so much more difficult and time-consuming than I thought it would be. Generous authors like you have given me a leg up into the blog-o-sphere, and I can’t tell you how much it’s appreciated. 

As I said, “If Wishes Were Horses” is my first published book. Not the first I’ve attempted by a long shot, but the first I’ve taken from spark to completion. So, in thinking about the advice I’d give to anyone attempting this journey, it would be to think long and hard before you stick your toe in the water. Be certain that the story you want to tell means something to you personally and has some value to the world at large. It doesn’t have to be great literature or send a message with a trumpet fanfare. It simply has to bring something to light. 

The spark of the idea for “If Wishes Were Horses” and the cast of characters in it came to me fully formed. The story, though fiction, contains the gritty details of some of the people who’ve influenced my life and inspired me to take action when it would have been easier to keep difficult and painful things locked away. Those are the people who truly deserve to be heard. They are all heroes as far as I’m concerned. 

But the spark isn’t enough to tell the tale. I read everything I could get my hands on to help me but found the soundest advice on construction and the three-act format came from K.M. Weiland and her suite of books as well as the blog she publishes. I’d recommend her work to anyone just starting out. Her work helped this amateur condense and refine the elements of the book into a cohesive manuscript. I’d also say that there isn’t a single author out there who hasn’t benefited from the help of fellow writers who are willing to be honest with you. Don’t settle for being patted on the head.  You must be brave enough to be vulnerable and ask for help from someone more experienced than you are. 

In closing, again to new writers, be fearless, be vulnerable, and be dogged. Keep writing and don’t give up, no matter what.

Thanks, 

Jayne York

If Wishes Were Horses

By Jayne York

Contemporary Women’s Fiction

Published by The Wild Rose Press

PURCHASE LINK:

https://www.amazon.com/Wishes-Were-Horses-Jayne-York-ebook/dp/B07TVW54GQ

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
I've been an avid reader and sometime writer all of my life. I've never been able to resist the draw of a good story, and that has been true in my professional life as well. I was raised as the third of three children in the Colorado high country. Early on I discovered the joy of creating handcrafted jewelry, which led to a forty-five-year career as a professional jeweler. Every customer, every piece has its own story. I've collected them like pearls in a strand, and I often use them as a jumping-off point for the tales I tell. If you're looking for me, you'll find me on the shores of a northern lake, hammering away on my latest story of love and life in the modern world. ~*~ Find Jayne online at:http://www.JayneYork.com

BLURB:
Emily Converse never expected to return to Tamarack, Colorado. But she's determined to rescue her drug-addicted brother and start a new life. Standing in her way, she finds her stepfather, a powerful US senator, looming over her future like the ever-present monster he'd been during their childhood. Meeting wounded retired Navy SEAL, Michael McCandlis, is a steamy surprise in her homecoming, though he's adrift in civilian life. Together can they find a way to transform from victims to survivors?

EXCERPT: 
Once upon a time, she'd run away from Tamarack like her heels were on fire, and now here she was volunteering to step back into the furnace. What was the definition of insanity? Doing the same things over and over, expecting a different outcome. Like if she managed to change, be stronger, be smarter, things would turn out better—different. It wouldn't be that simple. She downshifted the Jeep to slow for the last of the S-shaped turns on the narrow ribbon of asphalt. The road led her past the pretentious granite columns that marked her stepfather's compound. She wasn't consciously holding her breath, but a trickle of fear dribbled down her spine just the same. Her molars ground together in determination. The past wouldn't decide her present, not ever again. In spite of herself, images of her last day on his estate flashed through her mind like the herky-jerky frames of a child's flip deck animation. Fear sharpened every visual, clarified every word, enhanced every touch. She'd run down the steps, racing for her car. He'd charged after her, smelling of alcohol and fury when he tried to stop her headlong rush toward an unknown future. They'd screamed out their mutual hatred, all the bitter dregs of their time together. She smirked when she remembered getting in the lucky shove that had landed him in a heap on the ground. It had been her first glimpse that Senator Ray Domenico was not the invincible, all-powerful monster she'd known him to be.

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Blog: JayneYork.com/What’sOnMyMind/

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