What’s Under Your Pillow by Jaye Frances – Guest Blog and Giveaway

Jaye Frances is celebrating the release of her newest release, Betrayed, – Book One in the erotica suspense series World Without Love. Leave a comment or ask the author a question for a chance to win a digital copy of the book.

What’s Under Your Pillow?
A friend of mind recently confessed that she sleeps with her e-reader under her pillow. She told me it gives her a sense of comfort, knowing at any time during the night, with a few taps, she can instantly connect with the characters in one of her favorite erotic titles waiting for her on her kindle.

Maybe that’s not so unusual, I thought, until she added, “And I have to feel it in my hands just before I’m ready to fall asleep.” I was certain she was still taking about the e-reader, but there was just enough innuendo to make me wonder . . .

The idea of making a physical connection with the story—either by touching the paper or swiping the LCD screen—got me thinking. I decided it might be interesting to explore the question of ebook versus paperback format, along with the premise that in spite of their differences, one common characteristic continues to make them kissing cousins.

As friends, acquaintances, and readers opened up, so to speak, there were as many responses preferring a printed book as an electronic reader. It became obvious more research would be required . . .

One reader explained that she only reads paperbacks. “I have to smell the book, run my fingers along the paper, mark my favorite pages. And then, at night in bed, I’ll slip the book from my nightstand and read the sexy passages to my man, knowing I can quickly flip to my favorite parts to get things going.”

I found it curious how many commented on the pleasure they received from reading in bed, holding the story in their hands, whether an e-book or paperback, with or without a partner . . .

As I considered this interesting commonality, I thought back to my high school years, when we’d pass around a dog-eared paperback of the current steamy novel. As the book changed hands, we’d skip to the pages with turned-down edges, because those were the only parts we wanted to read—the “dirty” parts. It didn’t matter if there was a hint of emotion or a compelling backstory. We didn’t care. We were fascinated by descriptions of people engaging in sex. Some things never change – thankfully.

With that teen-age memory, I began to make sense of our need to physically bond with the story. Regardless of our personal preferences—paperback, hardcover, or e-reader—we need to involve the tactile part of our perception. When readers touch the screen of a Kindle or Nook, they turn the paper page in an alternative universe.

What conclusion did I come to? Since I received so many compelling reasons from both sides of the e-reader vs paperback question, I decided all the books in my World Without Love series would be available in both formats. In fact, I’ve recently released paperback companions for all my previous books.

You’re welcome. Now jump into bed, and take your favorite book with you.

11_12 Betrayed _1 10-29-15 600 dpiJewel has everything going for her—a handsome husband, a promising future, and lots of time to explore an island paradise she now calls home.

But when a group of strangers accompanies her husband home for a friendly game of poker, her life quickly becomes a hellish nightmare of deceit and betrayal.

Now her very survival depends on entering a world where sex, domination, and money are inseparable, where women must obey all masters, and where every desire has its price.

Betrayed is intended for readers 18 and over due to mature content and language.

Enjoy an excerpt:

Like the rest of the men, Carl had been drinking. And it didn’t take long before he had pitched every penny of last week’s paycheck into the pot.

That’s enough, I thought. You need to stop. But Carl was a rotten mind-reader.

The betting continued, the stakes increasing with every round. Finally, Carl was draining our savings. I had to speak up.

“Carl, can I see for you for a second?”

I felt awkward bringing it up. He had been the sole provider for over a year and had never complained. By rights, it was his money to do with as he chose. But he was in over his head, betting money he didn’t have. That was stupid—and dangerous.

“Uh-oh,” Wiley chided. “Looks like the missus is pulling back on the reins.” He started to say more, but a quick glance from the captain stopped him cold.

“Not to worry, babe,” Carl assured me. “Everything’s under control.”

“It’s a lot of money,” I said. “And I know how hard you have to work for it.”

Carl smiled and gave me his trademark wink as he pushed the last of his chips into the middle of the table.

I knew he was good; he wouldn’t be this confident if he didn’t have an excellent hand. But I could also see his quiet anxiety. The money had pushed him over the edge, the lure of easy cash more important than the fun of playing. It was exactly why I had such an aversion to Carl’s gambling. At some point, the game always seemed to evolve from harmless entertainment into a mythical siren of temptation, turning the players into ruthless competitors.

Another round of bets brought the ante back to Carl.

“What about a little credit?” From Carl’s flippant tone, I knew he was trying to hide his frustration. He desperately wanted to stay in the game.

“Credit? You’ve got that good of a hand?”

Carl backpedaled. “Just want to keep the ball in play, keep things interesting.”

The captain took a deep breath and frowned. “Don’t know if you’re good for it. And I don’t want you turning me into a debt collector. If you can’t play, you need to fold.”

“I’m not asking for much,” Carl argued. “How about if I offer some collateral?”

The captain scanned the room. “I don’t see much here that can be sold for quick cash.”

I could have interpreted his comment as an insult. But he was right. Our belongings were second-hand and well-used, most of them purchased from a local hotel after the owner replaced the property’s aging furniture.

“What about the mantel clock?” Carl motioned to the bookcase displaying the timepiece. “It’s over a hundred years old,” he added. “And there’s also my mother’s silverware, place settings for eight.”

I cringed. The clock was a cheap reproduction and the “silverware” was stainless steel.

“What’d’ya say, Captain?” Carl asked. “Can you give me a thousand on the clock and silverware?”

“No more than I would give you a thousand for an hour of your wife’s time.” He paused to look up and lock eyes with me. “Even as lovely as you are, my dear,” he added. Then turning his attention back to Carl, he said, “Although I will say she comes far closer to a fair exchange of value than that clock or set of steak knives.”

I told myself it was a compliment, even though his words were wrapped in innuendo.

Carl was quiet. Maybe he’d taken offense, though that seemed unlikely. We were both used to his Navy buddies and their flirtatious comments, even their tendency to be a bit “hands-y” with me during their hellos and goodbyes.

I knew he’d been counting the cards, extrapolating the odds. No doubt he was determining the probability of whether the remaining face cards were still in the deck or in the hands of the other men.

Finally he broke the silence. “What would you pay for an hour with my wife?”

I hoped I hadn’t heard him right. “Carl, can I talk to you?”

He looked at me with his familiar sly grin, his way of asking for permission and forgiveness at the same time. “You’ll play along, won’t you babe?”

“That’s enough, Carl,” I cautioned. “Maybe it’s time you fold and we call it a night.”

I could tell from his expression he was ignoring me. Either I wasn’t getting through or he’d turned pig-headed stubborn. I would give him a piece of my mind later.

Focusing on the captain, I tried another tactic. “I’m afraid my husband has forgotten his manners. It’s probably best to finish the game and end the evening on a friendly note And of course, if you’re ever back in Colombo, you’re welcome to—”

“But wouldn’t it be fun to find out?” Carl interrupted. “Just for kicks?”

Until now, the captain had projected his usual quiet, commanding demeanor, his attention focused squarely on the cards. “What are you talking about . . . exactly?”

“I’m saying,” Carl began, laboring over each word, “we put a price on my wife’s favors, for fun, you know, to see how it plays out. We can freeze the money right where it is.”

About the Author:

Jaye Frances is the author of the erotica suspense series, “World Without Love,” including Betrayed, Reunion, and Redemption. Her other books include The Beach, a sci-fi supernatural tale about the possibilities—and horror—of wishful thinking; The Kure, a paranormal-occult romance novel; The Possibilities of Amy, a coming-of-age story of first love; and Love Travels Forever, a collection of poignant short stories. When not absorbed with her writing, Jaye enjoys cooking, taking pictures—lots of them—and sipping a glass of merlot with a side of dark chocolate. Jaye lives on the gulf coast of Florida, sharing her home with one husband, six computers, and several hundred pairs of shoes.

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  1. Funny about ebooks but I did have a hard time changing over. But now I can read either. My one complaint with ebooks is that you have to know what you want to read.

  2. Me too, it took quite a while before reading ebooks “felt” like reading a paper book, meaning that I could get totally absorbed in what I was reading versus the weird feel of the reader. Now I only buy (but happily accept paper gifts) ebooks due to space issues.

    Traveling with an ereader is the only way to go now. I do carry one paper book just in case my battery runs low before I can charge again.

  3. kim amundsen says:

    Looks like a good read. New Author for me.

  4. interesting topic

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