I was fortunate to read An Almost Perfect Night previously. I loved it and can't wait to read the rest of this series. I hope you will take a chance on Jenna Jaxon, if she isn't already on your one-click list!
Almost Perfect 2015
An Almost Perfect Meeting
Does the right place and the wrong time equal the almost perfect couple?
Blurb for An Almost Perfect Meeting
When Pam Kimball’s plans to play Janet at a Rocky Horror Picture Show get derailed, she’s determined to go on with the show. She commandeers the first guy she sees—a tall, sexy, geeky stranger—to be her Brad. The guy knows nothing about the show, but plays along, stunning her with a kiss in the middle of the performance. Pam feels his interest while they dance and decides to make a bold next move.
Roger Ware’s come for a midnight showing of a classic movie, only to find a cult classic playing instead. To make it worse, he’s dragged onto the stage by a forceful brunette who won’t take “no” for an answer. Not that Roger wants to say no after one impulsive kiss gets him fired up for more. When Pam invites herself over after the show, her seduction is clear, but will it continue once Roger reveals one embarrassing secret?
An Almost Perfect Christmas
Is love enough to make their Christmas perfect?
Blurb for An Almost Perfect Christmas
As Pam Kimball and her computer geek boyfriend, Roger Ware, prepare to celebrate their first Christmas together, Pam is having doubts about their relationship. Roger can barely stop working at his new software business long enough to join her under the tree. And when he does, her present to him backfires, bringing their lovemaking plans to a crashing halt. So when Roger announces his plans to leave after Christmas to visit his family have changed and he won’t be back for New Year’s Eve, Pam fears the worst. Does the man she loves really care for her, or might a break-up be her present this Christmas Eve? Will there be enough magic in the air to turn this disastrous Christmas into a perfect one?
An Almost Perfect Night
Can their love turn “almost perfect” into one perfect night?
Blurb for An Almost Perfect Night
Pamela Kimball’s birthday present, a One Perfect Night adventure, promises to jump-start her life, put a new man in her bed, and help her forget her past. Unfortunately, movie-buff Pam’s Pirates of the Caribbean fantasy takes an alarming wrong turn when she’s abandoned on a not quite deserted island—with ex-husband Roger Ware.
Forced by hunger to accept Roger’s offer of dinner, Pam realizes the geek she used to be married to has transformed into one of the most charming, sexiest men she’s ever met. His newfound confidence—and hot body—re-kindles old fires. A simple kiss leads Roger to challenge her to discover how much his lovemaking skills have improved, leaving Pam torn between self-preservation and burning desire.
With time running out before they’re rescued, Pam must decide if her heart can survive the consequences of becoming Roger’s “almost” perfect night.
~DEDICATION~
To my “perfect” husband for his understanding of my obsession with writing and his help and support in all I do.
Love you, baby.
An Almost Perfect Meeting
Does the right place and the wrong time equal the almost perfect couple?
Blurb for An Almost Perfect Meeting
When Pam Kimball’s plans to play Janet at a Rocky Horror Picture Show get derailed, she’s determined to go on with the show. She commandeers the first guy she sees—a tall, sexy, geeky stranger—to be her Brad. The guy knows nothing about the show, but plays along, stunning her with a kiss in the middle of the performance. Pam feels his interest while they dance and decides to make a bold next move.
Roger Ware’s come for a midnight showing of a classic movie, only to find a cult classic playing instead. To make it worse, he’s dragged onto the stage by a forceful brunette who won’t take “no” for an answer. Not that Roger wants to say no after one impulsive kiss gets him fired up for more. When Pam invites herself over after the show, her seduction is clear, but will it continue once Roger reveals one embarrassing secret?
An Almost Perfect Christmas
Is love enough to make their Christmas perfect?
Blurb for An Almost Perfect Christmas
As Pam Kimball and her computer geek boyfriend, Roger Ware, prepare to celebrate their first Christmas together, Pam is having doubts about their relationship. Roger can barely stop working at his new software business long enough to join her under the tree. And when he does, her present to him backfires, bringing their lovemaking plans to a crashing halt. So when Roger announces his plans to leave after Christmas to visit his family have changed and he won’t be back for New Year’s Eve, Pam fears the worst. Does the man she loves really care for her, or might a break-up be her present this Christmas Eve? Will there be enough magic in the air to turn this disastrous Christmas into a perfect one?
An Almost Perfect Night
Can their love turn “almost perfect” into one perfect night?
Blurb for An Almost Perfect Night
Pamela Kimball’s birthday present, a One Perfect Night adventure, promises to jump-start her life, put a new man in her bed, and help her forget her past. Unfortunately, movie-buff Pam’s Pirates of the Caribbean fantasy takes an alarming wrong turn when she’s abandoned on a not quite deserted island—with ex-husband Roger Ware.
Forced by hunger to accept Roger’s offer of dinner, Pam realizes the geek she used to be married to has transformed into one of the most charming, sexiest men she’s ever met. His newfound confidence—and hot body—re-kindles old fires. A simple kiss leads Roger to challenge her to discover how much his lovemaking skills have improved, leaving Pam torn between self-preservation and burning desire.
With time running out before they’re rescued, Pam must decide if her heart can survive the consequences of becoming Roger’s “almost” perfect night.
~DEDICATION~
To my “perfect” husband for his understanding of my obsession with writing and his help and support in all I do.
Love you, baby.
Excerpt from An Almost Perfect Meeting
Roger hurried over to the ticket booth, barely big enough for the girl standing behind the counter to squeeze into. “One for the midnight showing.” He forked over the seven dollars, grabbed the ticket, and rushed through the doors. Apparently you had to see the beginning or you’d never figure out what was happening.
The lights hadn’t dimmed yet, so he glanced around, surprised by how packed the theatre was. Where would he find a seat? Not down in front, please, God. He headed down the aisle, searching for an empty seat.
He’d gone down three rows when he began to notice the odd way most of the moviegoers were dressed. Many wore black formal evening clothes with multi-colored party hats. Others seemed to be wearing a very skimpy French maid’s costume. Then there was one guy who looked like he’d come from a meeting of Hell’s Angels. Most bizarre, however, were two or three men towering over everyone on black platform shoes, with their bare chests half-covered by a laced corset, wearing black briefs and fishnet stockings held up with a garter belt.
What the hell? Were they having a costume contest? He shrugged. It was Halloween, after all.
Fuck it. He’d come back next week, if Memento was still playing, and enjoy it without so much commotion. Roger began to slowly back up the aisle. Maybe they wouldn’t notice him. He took two steps and bumped into someone. He froze then turned little by little, afraid of what he might see.
The girl had dressed normally, for someone stuck in the 70s. She wore a yellow coat dress, a straw hat with a wide brim, and had long, wavy brown hair. Cute. Definitely cute. Not that Roger had any illusions that someone like her would notice him. He hadn’t dated anyone since his senior prom in high school and that, for lack of anyone else, had been his cousin.
She’d been talking to a guy in costume seated at the end of the row, and he’d practically upended her into his lap. Before he could utter a word of apology, though, she straightened and her face lit up as if he were the answer to her prayers. His heart hammered.
“Thank God.” She shoved a pair of black plastic glasses onto his face. “I need a Brad.”
Had she lost her boyfriend? He shook his head. “I’m Roger.”
“I don’t care if your name’s Elvis, you’re Brad tonight!”
The petite brunette grabbed his hand and hauled him toward the front of the theatre. Too shocked to resist, Roger staggered down the aisle until he stood underneath the twenty-foot movie screen, a completely different perspective from any he’d ever had before. He gazed around, trying to take it all in.
A few people here and there had dressed normally and were sitting quietly, waiting for the show to begin. Most of the oddly-dressed people filling the theatre, however, were laughing and talking. Some were hopping around then thrusting their hips in a very lewd way. Jerry and Frank hadn’t mentioned such goings on. It must be because of Halloween. No other explanation for so many weirdos in one place.
“I take it you haven’t played Brad before?” The girl’s words pulled him back from his contemplation of the madness surrounding him.
“Who’s Brad?” Roger frowned, gazing down into her upturned face. Her long brown hair didn’t actually suit her, but the big brown eyes did. A petite powerhouse. He knew the type. Too much to hope she was into computers too.
“Brad Majors.” She stared at him as if the name should’ve meant something to him. “As in Brad and Janet?”
He frowned, bewildered.
Her eyes got wide. “Oh crap, don’t tell me you’re a virgin?”
Roger hurried over to the ticket booth, barely big enough for the girl standing behind the counter to squeeze into. “One for the midnight showing.” He forked over the seven dollars, grabbed the ticket, and rushed through the doors. Apparently you had to see the beginning or you’d never figure out what was happening.
The lights hadn’t dimmed yet, so he glanced around, surprised by how packed the theatre was. Where would he find a seat? Not down in front, please, God. He headed down the aisle, searching for an empty seat.
He’d gone down three rows when he began to notice the odd way most of the moviegoers were dressed. Many wore black formal evening clothes with multi-colored party hats. Others seemed to be wearing a very skimpy French maid’s costume. Then there was one guy who looked like he’d come from a meeting of Hell’s Angels. Most bizarre, however, were two or three men towering over everyone on black platform shoes, with their bare chests half-covered by a laced corset, wearing black briefs and fishnet stockings held up with a garter belt.
What the hell? Were they having a costume contest? He shrugged. It was Halloween, after all.
Fuck it. He’d come back next week, if Memento was still playing, and enjoy it without so much commotion. Roger began to slowly back up the aisle. Maybe they wouldn’t notice him. He took two steps and bumped into someone. He froze then turned little by little, afraid of what he might see.
The girl had dressed normally, for someone stuck in the 70s. She wore a yellow coat dress, a straw hat with a wide brim, and had long, wavy brown hair. Cute. Definitely cute. Not that Roger had any illusions that someone like her would notice him. He hadn’t dated anyone since his senior prom in high school and that, for lack of anyone else, had been his cousin.
She’d been talking to a guy in costume seated at the end of the row, and he’d practically upended her into his lap. Before he could utter a word of apology, though, she straightened and her face lit up as if he were the answer to her prayers. His heart hammered.
“Thank God.” She shoved a pair of black plastic glasses onto his face. “I need a Brad.”
Had she lost her boyfriend? He shook his head. “I’m Roger.”
“I don’t care if your name’s Elvis, you’re Brad tonight!”
The petite brunette grabbed his hand and hauled him toward the front of the theatre. Too shocked to resist, Roger staggered down the aisle until he stood underneath the twenty-foot movie screen, a completely different perspective from any he’d ever had before. He gazed around, trying to take it all in.
A few people here and there had dressed normally and were sitting quietly, waiting for the show to begin. Most of the oddly-dressed people filling the theatre, however, were laughing and talking. Some were hopping around then thrusting their hips in a very lewd way. Jerry and Frank hadn’t mentioned such goings on. It must be because of Halloween. No other explanation for so many weirdos in one place.
“I take it you haven’t played Brad before?” The girl’s words pulled him back from his contemplation of the madness surrounding him.
“Who’s Brad?” Roger frowned, gazing down into her upturned face. Her long brown hair didn’t actually suit her, but the big brown eyes did. A petite powerhouse. He knew the type. Too much to hope she was into computers too.
“Brad Majors.” She stared at him as if the name should’ve meant something to him. “As in Brad and Janet?”
He frowned, bewildered.
Her eyes got wide. “Oh crap, don’t tell me you’re a virgin?”
AUTHOR INFORMATION
Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance. She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets. When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director. She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.
Jenna is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America as well as President of Chesapeake Romance Writers, her local chapter of RWA. Her debut novel, Only Scandal Will Do, is the first in her House of Pleasure series, set in Georgian London. Only Marriage Will Do, the second book in the series, is set to release in June 2015 from Kensington. Her medieval serial novel, Time Enough to Love: Betrothal, Betrayal, and Beleaguered, is a Romeo & Juliet-esque tale, set at the time of the Black Death.
She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.
PRE-ORDER BUY LINKS:
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Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance. She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets. When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director. She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.
Jenna is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America as well as President of Chesapeake Romance Writers, her local chapter of RWA. Her debut novel, Only Scandal Will Do, is the first in her House of Pleasure series, set in Georgian London. Only Marriage Will Do, the second book in the series, is set to release in June 2015 from Kensington. Her medieval serial novel, Time Enough to Love: Betrothal, Betrayal, and Beleaguered, is a Romeo & Juliet-esque tale, set at the time of the Black Death.
She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.
PRE-ORDER BUY LINKS:
AMAZON: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00R5JO8S4
SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/510902
ARE: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-almostperfect-1727631-177.html
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