WILD IRISH

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Plans

I will soon be meeting with some highly creative ladies with huge hearts and a daring vision for the charity I am involved with. Rising Phoenix Charitable Foundation currently supports The Shade Tree in Las Vegas Nevada and Angels Of East Africa.  So if you have a spare prayer or two, please ask God to financially bless these needy causes.

On a lighter note and to make a long story short, due to a suitcase mix-up, I had the opportunity to visit a movie set a while back and will be going to the TV set of a popular show this fall, so I am looking forward to that.  Will post a picture or two if I can!

My current writing dreams are ambitious, but as I always say, shoot for the stars in the universe and you may end up with the moon!  Things you can look forward to are:

Aerik the Enternal:Point of No Return by Jennifer St. Giles  Book One of the Crimson Thorn Series.

Unleash the Past by Jennifer St. Giles Book One of the Blackshadow Bodyguards Series

Cocktail Cove by Jennifer Saints Book One of the Southern Steam Series

Bewitching the Wolf, Book Five of the Shadowmen Series.

And a the first in the Covenant Conspiracies, a Steampunk Series.

The only way any book gets written in one day at a time, one page at a time, so wish me well, I am so eager to finish all of these stories.

Now for an excerpt from Hard Irish Luck

The world wouldn’t end if he kissed her again.  Tonight.   All she had to do was walk down the stairs…

Rocky didn’t give herself time to question.  She put her feet in motion and tip-toed downstairs, though marching would have fit her mood better.  She was still sane enough to consider that he might have taken pain medication and might be asleep.  Rounding the corner into the living room, she found the couch empty and searched the shadows for Jared, then gasped.

He stood at the French doors, looking at the backyard.  He wore only a pair of form fitting boxer briefs and the hard-shelled boot strapped to his leg.  His crutches were back at the couch, so he’d already gone against his brother’s advice to keep weight off of his injury.  Somehow that didn’t surprise her.

What did take her breath away was the sight of him.  Every lean inch of him was honed and tanned to perfection.  He dropped the curtain and turned to face her.  His broad shoulders and rippled abs made her weak in the knees, but it was the want in his gaze that did her in.  It was as raw and edgy as her need, only sharper.

The hungry predator had found his juicy prey.    Had she actually thought she could share another roll-on-the-floor rock-her-world kiss and escape unscathed?

Rethink time.  “I came to see if you’re all right.”  She moved over to the couch and picked up his crutches, planning to take them to him.  “You should be using these.”

He didn’t wait, but moved her way—faster than she thought possible.    He reached her.  “They’d only be in the way of this.”

She didn’t have a chance to breathe before he caught her in his arms and planted his mouth on hers, instantly hot and demanding.    She opened to him, meeting the thrust of his tongue with hers, groaning deep from within as her starving senses found succor for her every want.  His tongue tangled with hers, leading her in a seductive dance unlike any other.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against his supple heat and burning erection.  She pressed her palms to his chest, half thinking to stem the flooding tide, but then went crazy in a quest to feel and know his every contour.  His muscles rippled as he shuddered at her touch.

Happy Reading!

Jennifer St. Giles/Jennifer Saints/ JL Saint

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I said it!  Gulp.  Now I need to make it all come together despite my sometimes insane life.  Book Three of the Weldon Brothers Series, HARD IRISH LUCK, will be out this month even if it takes me to the eleventh hour of the last day of the month.  I am going to get it done.  The kids may starve and the dog may languish.  I might get fired from my day job because I’ll be percolating hot steamy scenes all day and burning the midnight oil to get them written, but I vow to get the job done.  Now enough about me.

Let’s talk about Jared Weldon.  This hunky brother and identical twin is up next.  He’s been living the life of a hardcore bachelor but is about to get a knockout punch from Rocky McKenna.  It’s going to take more than good looks and a hard body to send this hard Irish woman over the edge.  Add in steamy nights, ragged emotions, heart-wrenching drama, and a killer and you’ll get what it takes for an explosive free fall into love.

Before we get to the excerpt I have another announcement that I hope will be great news to all.  The response to the Weldon Brothers Series has been so good that I’m asking myself why should it all end?  Once James’s book, HOT IRISH LASS, comes out, there are no more Weldon brothers of age and I’m not quite ready to bring the second generation into adulthood yet.  But I am more than ready to write about some sexy southern men.  So coming in December 2012 I will start my Southern Steam Series.  You won’t want to miss COCKTAIL COVE and YOU MUST see THE MAN who has agreed to be on the cover.  Tim Parrish who will be in NBC’s LOVE IN THE WILD Season Two Premiering this Tuesday Night, June 5th.  Tune in to watch and follow him on Twitter @timboparrish or facebook.com/timfparrish.  Tomorrow I will have an interview with him and debut the cover!

Hard Irish Luck

“I’m warning you now that you’ll be on your own for a bit, bro.  Before I leave here tonight, I’m getting that woman’s number or my name isn’t Weldon,” Jared said.

James raised a brow, looking more like his usual self than he had all day.  “Maybe I’d better take a second look at her.  I haven’t seen you this determined in a long time.”

“Look is all you can do.  She’s mine,” Jared muttered.  There was one negative to having an identical twin.  If a woman was attracted to one then odds were she’d be equally attracted to the other.  It always left a little doubt.

They’d lost their premium seat at the bar, much to Jared’s frustration and had to settle for a table across the room, which put a kink in his brow and had him grumbling at James over it.

“If you remember, the reason we’re here has nothing to do with picking up chicks for the night.  We’re supposed to be scouting out McKenna’s crew.”

“I said I was getting her number.  I didn’t say I was…have you even looked at her,” Jared glared at James.  “She’s so not that type.”

James spewed his beer mid-sip.  “You haven’t even spoken to her yet and you already know what type she is?  Come on, what’s gotten into you?  Do you hear yourself?”

Jared opened his mouth then shut it.  There wasn’t anything he could say.  There wasn’t any ration or reason to the vibe he got from her.  It just was and it bothered him James couldn’t see it.  Alan Jackson was crooning over the sound system about being in love with a woman whose name he didn’t even know.   

“I will warn you that you aren’t the only guy in the room focused on her,” James added.

“No dah.  There are ten staring at her play pool.”

“Not them.  That guy back there.”

Glancing over his shoulder, Jared’s hackles rose.  A man in the back corner was staring daggers at the woman.  It was more than obvious that he had a bone of ill content to pick with her.

“He’s looking like possession is the law and that he has every right to possess her.” James said.  “I don’t need any Beam-me-up-Scotty’s premonition to predict that.  Bad news is about to happen.”

The guy downed his drink and staggered to his feet.  Jared braced himself and turned his gaze on the woman.  He had to know what this guy meant to her and he had his answer the moment she caught sight of the guy heading her way.  Terror and anger.  She was afraid of the man approaching, but not too afraid to turn her back on him.

Jared watched as the woman tossed the cue onto the pool table and pointed her finger at the men around her, clearly accusing them of something.  They all stood, shaking their heads in denial.  Two of them moved toward the approaching man, who promptly shoved them aside.

Jared stood and James grabbed his arm.  “This isn’t your business.  Men get shot for sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong.  Sit down.  She’s not alone.”

Two more men split from the group and went to head the guy off.  “Go home, Roan.  You weren’t invited and Rocky doesn’t want you here.”

“Stay out of it, Mack.  This is between me and her.”

“Afraid not.”  Mack moved to block the guy and that’s when the fight broke out.  The guy threw a punch, the Mack guy ducked, and the punch caught some biker dude upside the head.  It spread like wildfire.

“Shit.” James grabbed Jared’s arm again.  “Let’s get out of here.”

Jared pulled free.  “Not yet.  Cut off by the fray, he saw the woman backing into a corner and headed her way.  People shoved and hollered.  Beer bottles flew along with bar stools.  Women yelled and men shouted.   He knew she was tall but hadn’t quite realized how tall until he got closer.  Six foot at least.  She had her gaze focused on one man.  The man who’d started the fight.  The man who still looked bent on getting to her, but was happy to knock a few others out on the way first.

“Watch out!” Jared dove her way.  Wrapping his arms around her, he brought her crashing down with his best offensive tackle as a flying bar stool smashed into the wall where she’d been standing.   He grabbed the heart-shaped ass he so admired and twisted to take the brunt of the fall.  Splintered pieces of wood rained down on them.  

Jared’s pulse kicked up about ten notches.  Just an adrenaline rush.  It had nothing to do with the scorching feel of her long, lean but curved just-right body plastered to him or the thick-lashed, narrowed green eyes the color of spring clover staring at him.   Her curtain of dark hair fell about them, framing her face that could only be described as beautifully determined.  Sun-kissed skin glowed like warm honey and an even sweeter-looking, lush mouth softened her dominant nose, chin, and brow.  She smelled of citrus and coconuts, making him want to lick just to see if she tasted that way, too.

The fear was still in her eyes, along with surprise.

He gave her a reassuring smile.  “I don’t know who that jerk coming after you is, but I do know two things.  He doesn’t deserve to be in any universe you’re in.  And I’d do just about anything to take that fear out of your eyes.”  He slid his hands up from her delectable bottom to pull her tighter to his chest.  “Please tell me he isn’t your husband.”

She blinked at him a moment before she exhaled and whispered.  “Ex.  He’s my ex.”

He brushed back a wave of hair that had fallen across her face, it was like heavy silk.  “Best news I’ve heard all day.  I’ve half a mind to kiss you and show him you’ve moved on to bigger and better things.”

She arched a skeptical brow.  “I’ve lost my mind, because I’ve half a mind to let you.”

“Two halves make a whole,” Jared whispered.  He leaned up slowly, giving her plenty of time to back off before he claimed her full mouth.

Until tomorrow, Happy Reading and remember every day to DREAM, BELIEVE, CREATE, INSPIRE, LOVE, HEAL, and then you will know you have truly SUCCEEDED in life!

Love Jenni

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Plot & Characters:
An all consuming powerful story that shows the price we pay for the bonds that tie us to the lives of others and the power of the choices made by them.

This riveting story holds strong roots in the romance and love we search for in life, the love that Mari and Lt. Col. Roger Weston battle against and eventually for. We see it time and again serve as the bases of what makes us human, bringing us back from the brink of destruction. Tactical Deception is a masterfully crafted story with a message hidden in and around an action packed gut wrenching tale of horrific plots of terrorism and those that must step up to the plate to defend their country no matter the cost to themselves.

In book one we meet and follow a Delta Force Team through cracking a plot of terrorism set to unfold and destroy the lives of so many. Each member is shown to us through their actions to reach the end of what is going on; actions that offer us great insight into their character. Lives were saved, a family formed, but lives were also lost which leads us to the major romance plot in book two. In Tactical Deception we join up with them again as they deal with the aftermath of the fallout from the previous attack while trying to break through recently discovered terrorist cells already killing innocent people in America and gunning for the President while also weeding out the threat from the White Aryan Vipers Militia training Camp set on setting the balance straight again.

There are intense moments when you think everything is going to go south and other moments when you are cheering for whatever advancement the main hero and heroine make in reaching towards some kind of happiness between them. Then the author throws us in the deep end by showing us what’s going on in the minds of the antagonist, of which there are many. It’s a tangled web of deceit, family treachery and love. Love of friendship. Love of camaraderie between the men of the Delta force. And love between a man and a woman that just might beat all the odds stack against them. The road is a bloody one but so worth the fight when you reach the end. It will bring a tear to your eye and pull at your soul. It also sheds a ray of light on a people and culture that are misunderstood at times. The author definitely did her research for this series and it shows through the seamless story she has written.

To go into detail of how this book’s scenes unfold would be pointless in that you, as the reader, need to experience each moment for yourself to grasp the full concept and emotion buried within each page. It’s that intense. Ms. Saint, you’ve really outdone yourself. This is the blockbuster of military romantic suspense!

Writing:
True to her talent Ms. Saint has delivered a well written a story worthy of her title as a USA Today’s Bestselling author under her writing name Jennifer Saint [St.] Giles. Her ability to write with such depth and perception, smooth prose, fast paced action and hot loves scenes make on heck of a combination that delivers explosive stories that readers will never forget.

Summary:
Ms. Saint can write one hell of a military romantic suspense! I highly recommend this book, this series, THIS AUTHOR to readers that love to step into stories with heart and meaning. Not to mention hot heroes the heroines they fall in love with! Tactical Deception was just too good to put down and I want more! Here’s to hoping bad boy Corporal Rico Santana gets his story in the next installment in the Silent Warrior Series!

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“Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all..”

Great stories bring hope to the heart and with every story I write, I strive to deliver that to my reader.  To give the hope of love.  To give the hope that good conquers evil.  To give the hope that there is light in the darkness, heroes in the battles, and healing to be found within the sharing of our hearts.

So secondly I realized that touching hearts is the true meaning of success for a writer, no matter what the financial gain may be.
All of which brings me to Mari and Roger, the heroine and hero of TACTICAL DECEPTION.  I hope they touch your heart.  Both of these characters have suffered through life-altering hurts and are struggling to find their way through pain, disillusionment and guilt.  The world events playing out around them amplify their internal conflicts and as they fight their way to save lives and keep the world from spinning into chaos, they discover the healing and forgiving power of love.

I hope that I have succeeded in writing a story that will speak to your heart and invite you to give TACTICAL DECEPTION a try.  But if a military romantic thriller isn’t where your heart lies, I invite you to give one of my other stories a try.

MIDNIGHT SECRETS, the first book in my Killdaren Series, a paranormal historical suspense was re-released in print this month.  Cassie Andrews steps beyond all propriety and safety when she goes undercover as maid into Sean Killdaren’s dark castle.  As she searches for the truth behind the disappearance of her cousin, her life and her heart are plunged into jeopardy.  She’s in a battle for her life and doesn’t know who to trust.  Especially the cursed Sean Killdaren.  He may be her darkest dream…or her most terrifying nightmare.

If you’re a new reader to my books, try one of my hot contemporaries or sexy historicals with great new covers now available on Kindle.  THE MISTRESS OF TREVELYAN, HIS DARK DESIRES, WILD IRISH RIDE, and SMOOTH IRISH SEDUCTION are all ready to whisk you away into the magic of story.

If you like what I’ve written then tell me the best way possible by posting an Amazon Review so others can read why!

Now back to TACTICAL DECEPTION!

Here is an excerpt of Roger and Mari.

Before the guilt of Neil’s death could get another strangling hold on him, Roger marched to his bedroom door. He couldn’t effectively take care of Mari if she hid herself from him. Something had to change. He knocked on the door.

No answer.

He knocked harder.

Still no answer. Worried now, he opened the door. “Mari?”

Light from the bathroom highlighted her figure at the window. She stood minus her abaya and hijab—her black gown and head scarf. She wore a long tunic over slim pants, a vision of cream-colored silk and ebony hair that fell well below her waist. Gold leaves embroidered the collar, sleeves and hems of her outfit. The effect was delicate, exotic, almost ethereal.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and she had her hands pressed to her abdomen, to the child growing within her.

“Are you hurting? Is it the baby? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“No. The baby is fine. No pain.”

Relief had his blood rushing with dizzying force, leaving him almost light-headed and his chest tightened into a knot. Emotion, pain, and desire sucker punched him in the gut and below. What kind of low-bellied dick was he?

The lowest he decided. He couldn’t stop his heated arousal in response to her beauty, but he damn well could ignore it and remember with every shred of decency he had in him that if it wasn’t for him, Neil would be with Mari right now and none of the shit that had happened to her lately would have occurred.

She stood frozen a moment then turned, reaching for her black gown.

“Don’t. Please don’t hide from me.” His voice escaped in a harsh rasp.

She paused, looking at him, her hand resting on her heavy gown. Her golden eyes were wide with…fear?

He covered the distance between them.

“Are you afraid of me?” Their gazes met and she lowered hers.

He knew before he slid his thumb under her chin how soft her skin was. Just weeks ago, he’d lost his restraint and kissed her tear-dampened cheeks after Dugar had taken a shot at her outside the hospital. That night he’d held her bandaged hand as she’d restlessly slept between nightmares. And until helping her up from the street today, it was the last time he’d touched her.

He clasped her hand resting on her gown and brought it to his chest, placing her palm firmly over his racing heart. Her gaze reconnected with his and he asked her again. “Are you afraid of me?”

“No,” she whispered before shutting her eyes and pulling her hand away.

She said no, but he swore he saw fear swirling in her conflicted expression.

“Why then? Why didn’t you tell me how bad things were for you? I could have helped or gotten you help. And why didn’t you tell me about the shooting lessons? I would have arranged for them. Made sure you were safe.”

“You would have?” She blinked at him with surprise. “But you were adamant about me not leaving the post for any reason. Not even to go with Holly to the store in Fayetteville.”

“Going to a shoe sale in a crowded mall is different than going to a gun range. Besides, learning to protect yourself is more important than buying shoes.” Roger raked his fingers through his hair. He remembered the conversation they’d had a few weeks back. And yeah, he’d been pretty strong in his objections about them going to the mall. But then, someone had been calling in bomb threats at that time too. It had been three weeks after Dugar’s attempts to kill her and Roger would have bet money Dugar was behind the threats. He hadn’t told Mari about any of it though. He hadn’t wanted her to worry. Only to heal.

She frowned at him as if he’d grown horns. “What?” he asked. Had he said something wrong?

“So what does that mean? I am not supposed to do something, but if it’s something you approve of then it is all right to do it?”

Hell. She made him sound as if he were a bipolar prison guard. He counted to ten, hoping to ease his frustration, but it didn’t work. “No. Well, sometimes, maybe, yes. I mean—” Tension knotted his brow. What did he mean? Couldn’t she see the difference between the two outings? “We can discuss the details later. I just need to know why you couldn’t tell me about the anxiety you’re having and that you wanted to learn self-defense.”

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

Roger opened his mouth then shut it. He’d kept things from her for the same reason, but this was different. She’d put herself in both physical and mental jeopardy. Then again, hadn’t he set himself as her prison guard as opposed to a bodyguard? Had he done anything personal to put her at ease enough to be able to share her anxiety with him? No, he’d let his guilt and his need to avoid his attraction to her keep her at a cold, formal distance.

He had to change. “You can’t do that anymore. From now on, no matter what you want to do, just tell me and whether I like it or not, I will help you do it, okay? It is the only way I can assure your safety.”

“That’s it? If I want to go buy shoes then you’ll take me?”

He exhaled. “Yes. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to voice my opinion on whether it’s a smart thing to do or not. And if I really think something is too dangerous then I expect you to respect my serious concerns. This isn’t a forever state of affairs. It’s just until Dugar is caught, then you’ll be your own woman, okay?”

Her own woman? Did she even know who she was? Mari looked up at Roger, her heart racing so fast she could barely think.  A few moments ago, she’d been staring out at the purple-red sunset, wondering how she could face Roger.  She’d done exactly what he’d told her not to do and it had turned out so badly.  She’d been sickened over how miserably she’d failed in establishing any shred of independence.  Her worst fears about herself had come true. She’d had a total panicked meltdown. She’d been thrust back into the darkness of what had happened in Afghanistan. She’d hit the bottom and was surprised that she’d survived it all. Her pride was bruised, but she was okay.

Now she was not only facing Roger but… she stood alone with him, in his bedroom, wearing only her tunic and pants and she wasn’t embarrassed or shamed.  She wanted this familiarity between them.

He wasn’t as mad as she thought he would be either.

It wasn’t as if her choosing to leave the post didn’t matter. She could see that he was clearly upset and worried about her. But it wasn’t how she’d thought it would be. Her father would have—

Roger wasn’t her father. Never would be. But he wasn’t the easygoing teddy bear Neil had been either. In some ways Roger was like a fierce warrior. Dangerous and remote. She’d seen the deadly anger in his eyes when it came to Dugar. She had no doubt that Roger would kill Dugar with his bare hands if he had to. She’d also seen a haunted darkness in him too. Roger had deep secrets that she instinctively knew he’d never let another person near.

Neil had been different. There wasn’t a part of him he didn’t openly share with her. It wasn’t that he didn’t keep information from her. There were things about his job he couldn’t tell her and things she would never ask him. But his soul and heart had wrapped warmly around her as accepting and loving as a puppy. He’d never said anything to curtail what she did, but then, she’d never ventured beyond the strictures of her upbringing. It was two years before he could talk her into going to the store alone.

It wasn’t until she met Holly that Mari started thinking about doing things outside of the rules, about getting an education, a job, learning to shoot a gun, and yes, one of those things was standing without her abaya before a man who wasn’t her husband, her brother or her father. A man who said she could be her own woman? What did that mean?

“Okay?” Roger angled his head to look into her eyes as he set his hands on her shoulders.

She nodded. Her tongue was tied in the gratefulness clogging her throat and in the fire burning through her senses at his heated touch. He’d made this whole big problem and the fiasco of the day all so simple. So easy to let go of and move forward. At least she thought he had. Currently her mind reeled, making coherent thought debatable. His nearness and intensity had her blood racing places her mind couldn’t go yet.

He released her and stepped back. “Hungry?”

“Yes.” She drew in a much-needed breath of air. She thought about grabbing her abaya and putting it on now. Considering the way he made her feel, it would be safer.

“What do you want to eat for dinner?” He started walking out of the bedroom, but his gaze fell on the rumpled bed and she cringed. It looked as if a tornado had struck it; she’d tossed and turned so much.

She rushed over to straighten the bedcovers. “Whatever you want will be fine.”

She didn’t dare look at him. What he must think. He’d loaned her his bed and she couldn’t even leave it neat. Leaning forward with her knees against the mattress, she fixed the blanket and threw the pillows back up to the headboard. She stood back quickly and hit a hard, hot body—an unmistakably aroused, hard, hot, male body. His arm wrapped around her when she teetered with surprise and a visceral shock wave of want hit her hard.

Thank you for reading today and I hope to hear from you!

Remember every day to Dream, Believe, Create, Inspire, Love, Heal

Jenni

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Five Star Review for Smooth Irish [Seduction]

THIS REVIEW WAS WRITTEN FOR: NIGHT OWL REVIEWS
Smooth Irish ~ The Weldon Brothers Series Book 2 by Jennifer Saints
RELEASE DATE: May 20, 2009
CATEGORY: Contemporary Romance
MY RATING: Five Stars
*This ebook was provided to me by the author for review
PERSONAL SUMMARY:
Nan Miller needed to stick to her plan to reach her goals in life, and last she checked those plans didn’t include a sexy, dark haired, sultry eyed man. The only thing she forgot to calculate into her plan was the determination of one smooth bad boy looking to have his way. Jackson Weldon was comfortable behind his wall against the world. But when sexy Nan Miller walks into his life he’s not sure he can resist from getting close to her tempting curves and sweet lips.

SUMMARY: (blurb taken from publisher’s site)
Four years ago a tragedy made Jackson Weldon turn his back on life.  He wanted nothing more than doing a gig with his guitar every now and then to put a sandwich on his plate and gas in his tank.  But a few dates with Nan Miller several months ago had him finally wanting something more.  Her in his bed.  Only she walked before that happened and his hunger for her alone has grown until he can’t think of anything but her.

Nan has lived her life by a plan and she isn’t about to mess it up by getting involved with a man going nowhere.  That’s why she walked out on Jackson, seventy one days ago.  Only, she can’t get him out of her mind or escape him in her dreams, night or day.  So when he comes riding in on his Harley again, she wonders if she should take him up on his offer for an uninhibited weekend.  But their no strings ride leads them both to an end that changes everything they ever believed they wanted or deserved out of life.

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FIRST LINE:
Nan Miller smiled back at the baby blue staring her way and winked. “So, hot stuff, how about a date?”

PLOT:
Another wonderful graphic romance e-book filled with photographs that help satisfy the imagination and show the story.

After reading Wild Irish [Ride], I was eager to start the second book in the Weldon Brothers Series, Smooth Irish [Seduction].  The real to life connections between the characters formed a beautiful story that dealt with the pain of loss, family, and ultimately love. From this love the author painted a tale of how love can heal and soothe a wounded heart. She took a crippled soul unwilling to accept the support and love of his family reach out to him, hit him over the head with  feelings he didn’t want to recognize, then made damn sure his brothers were stubborn enough to give him an old fashion thrashing when nothing else worked. The intense emotions that flowed through the book pulled me in from the beginning and carried me to the finale. The author pulled together a solid plot with all the right ingredients – one handsome, sensual, and caring hero, one sexy and stubborn heroine, sexual tension and fantasy play that wrecked  havoc on my nerves and a beautiful ending that every romance reader will love! Much like the first book, Smooth Irish is not an erotica read, but the heat simmers across the pages when Jackson and Nan find out just how much chemistry they share.

SETTING:
Smooth Irish [Seduction] took place in the sweet southern city of Savannah, Georgia where the weather is beautiful one day and fatal the next.

WRITING:
In my review of book one, Wild Irish [Ride], I mention that Ms. Saints has taken her pseudonyms and made each one unique, as if three different people were writing under each name instead of one author. I don’t know how she can do it, but she does. Ms. Saint has created a wonderful series filled with her signature style for attention to detail while bringing out the more sultry side of her muse. The wit and charm each character brings to each story adds a flair that makes me want to pick up the next book immediately after finishing the last. I still love all the southern expressions sprinkled throughout both Wild Irish and Smooth Irish. Many of them will make you laugh and others will make you shake your head in understanding. And yes, southern mamas have no fear of breaking out the water hose when needed!

CHARACTERS:
Growing up, Nan Miller didn’t have the strong family support she knew the Weldon family gave each other -no matter if they wanted it or not. She emitted a strength I wish I had. She was a stubborn, determined, and kind hearted southern lady that knew what she wanted. From an early age she had to work hard to climb above the hardships she suffered as a child. Much of that child hood molded the woman she grew into. I saw her as someone that needed to find a connection to love and until Jackson, only found that through her care giving as a maternity nurse. Through her actions with those under her care, her gentle nature with her love for plants and her deep understanding for Jackson’s pain, I found a heroine that I just loved.
From book one I was intrigued with Jackson Weldon. Always shunning the attention of others, I imagined his a hard case to crack. But as I read Smooth Irish I found that underneath his rough and tough exterior he hid from the world a man in need of someone stubborn and strong enough to deal with the pain that haunted him and then push him past it. I found it hard to read how such a strong man could be brought to his knees, but on the flip side it was rewarding to follow his story as he pulled himself up with the help of his family and the strength of love.

LAST THOUGHTS:
I absolutely loved this book! The characters, the plot, the emotions…all of it. Smooth Irish is a wonderful addition to the Weldon Brothers Series. I recommend this book to anyone that loves to read about wounded heroes and heroines strong enough to heal their souls. I am already wanting the next installment!!

READ MY REVIEW FOR BOOK ONE ~ WILD IRISH [RIDE]

WHO IS AUTHOR JENNIFER SAINTS:
USA Today Bestselling Author, Jennifer St. Giles writes Contemporary Paranormal and Gothic-Paranormal Historicals.  As J.L. Saint, she writes Contemporary Suspense/Thrillers and  as Jennifer Saints she writes Contemporary Romance, in the form of the first ever “Graphic” Novels (photos depicting scenes from the book with super hot models) for BetweenYourSheets.com.

Former nurse and homeschooling mother of three, Jennifer has won a number of awards for writing excellence including, two National Reader’s Choice Awards, two-time Maggie Award Winner, Daphne du Maurier Award winner, Romance Writers’ of America’s Golden Heart Award, along with RT Book Club’s Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best Historical Gothic/Mystery of 2006.  She lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia with a boat load of kids and pets who make the household the wildest most wonderful Grand Central Station in existence.
You can check J.L. Saint – and all her writing alter egos – out at her site HERE.
MY RATING: Five Stars

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Until next time…HAPPY READING!!!

Talina

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4.75 STARS

From Night Owl Reviews

Author: Jennifer Saints

Reviewed by: Talina

PERSONAL SUMMARY:

Determined to keep her head held high, Alexi Jordan leaves her two timing groom at the alter without a second glance. Only she didn’t count on the knight in shining armor from her past to whisk her away and show her what she almost missed out on. Now if she could only convince herself not to fall in love with him again while solving the mystery behind who was out to kill her.

SUMMARY: (BLURB TAKEN FROM THE PUBLISHER’S SITE)

Twelve years ago wrong side of the tracks bad boy, Jesse Weldon, was framed for a crime he didn’t commit by the blue-blooded Jordan family. Now he’s back in Savannah with his highly successful security company to put the Weldon name on the right side of the tracks. Unfortunately, before he can even make a move in that direction, he runs into Alexandria Jordan and ends up making the same mistake he did before. He succumbs to her allure, but this time, he plans on getting her out of his system for good and walking away.

Except for a few wild moments with Jesse at seventeen, Alexi Jordan has followed the life expected of her. But a Wedding Day betrayal from her blue-blooded fiancé has her running from her life and right into the arms of the man she’d never forgotten, Jesse. Yet as she forges a new future for herself amid the scandal of her aborted wedding, Alexi finds herself the target of a twisted killer and both her and Jesse’s days are now numbered.

FIRST LINE:

He was hard and smooth all over, Alexandria Jordan thought as her gaze focused on the broadness of the man’s chest and the nuances of light and shadow playing upon muscle and flesh.

PLOT:

What a unique way to deliver a story book! I have never read a book that has beautiful photographs that help show the story. While the story is excellent without the photographs, they did add another level of sensuality and connection to the story. Definitely worth all the work and effort that went behind adding all those beautiful photos to the story.

When I stepped into Wild Irish, it was like going home. Being from a southern Irish family, I connected with this story and it’s characters instantly. Jennifer Saints has written a story rich with southern flavor and attitude. She didn’t miss the fact that being southern is an art! The author took a wild and sensual bad boy, tempted him with a southern princess, and delivered a passionate romance riddled with a mystery that left me wondering who would be out to kill Alexandria Jordan. While the passion was high between Jesse and Alexi, the author also weaved a lot of emotion into the story that showed us who exactly the hero and heroine were. Through the there actions and the people they cared for, I got to ‘see’ them both from within, making me care for each of them and the ending they would have. I also enjoyed the fantasies lived out between the hero and heroine. They gave the story an sensual touch making me want to continue reading to find out more. While not an erotic read, the author added a spice to the romance that scorched the pages, but with an eloquence that I would love to see in more books.

SETTING:

Wild Irish took place in the hot and humid city of Savannah, Georgia with a couple of short escapes to a small villa in France. The trips were picture perfect might I add!

WRITING:

Given the Ms. Saints has three pseudonyms, I thought I would be reading a book that was much like her other books under her different names. I was pleasantly surprised to find out her writing style was very unique to this book and her pseudonym, Jennifer Saints. Her signature flair for detail never faltered; however she added a wit and charm that made her work stand out among her other books as distinctive. And the use of those southern expressions was pure gold!

CHARACTERS:

Alexandria ‘Alexi’ Jordan was a character that reminded me of where I came from. A southern lady with a hidden wild streak running down the middle waiting for the perfect bad boy to come along and show her how to let loose and have fun. A very responsible, loving woman, that cared for those around her and one special little girl in particular that held her heart. Through that little girl I got a glimpse of what unselfishness in meant to look like. A lesson lies within Alexi’s character and story that I found very touching and motivating.

Alexi’s love interest is no less that the perfect gentleman in my eyes. Not that kind of gentleman that won’t risk giving a lady a kiss for propriety, no, the kind of gentleman that has enough guts to reach out kiss a lady to true happiness because he knows it will make her smile. That is the kind of gentleman Jesse Weldon is. A man that protects reaches out even though he knows he shouldn’t, and has a heart the size of Texas. And on the flip side, he is like all southern men, straight to the point and stubborn. That stubbornness is what gets him every time he realizes he is falling into something he doesn’t believe in – love. It was fun to watch him squirm and struggle against the pull of one Alexi Jordan!

LAST THOUGHTS:

Wild Irish is a beautiful story of love and family with a twisted plot filled with mystery. I enjoyed following both characters through discovering their feelings for one another and through unraveling who was behind all the attacks. I already have book two in my hands, waiting for me to dive in! The Weldon Brothers are going to be one hell of a series to follow.

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My voice caught in my throat as I was about to comment that Gemini’s nose was already irrevocably red, even though it wasn’t. The sound of horse’s hooves on the shore along with the act of everyone around me turning and gasping with awe and fear told me that he had arrived to the docks. Lord Alexander Killdaren.

Though the mystery surrounding Mary’s death had been solved, the murder of Lady Helen Kennedy eight years ago had not been. Since Sean Killdaren and Lord Alexander Killdaren were the last ones to see her alive and a witness had seen one of them leaving the scene of the murder, a dark cloud of suspicion hung over their lives. To this day the villagers gave the Killdaren twins a wide berth. Neither Cassie nor I believed the rumors. She was sure Sean was innocent and I was convinced Lord Alexander was, too.

Lord Alexander leapt from the saddle and strode down the dock, a commanding figure to be reckoned with. Shockingly dressed in only snug black pants, a loose white shirt, and knee-high boots, he could have easily been a swashbuckling pirate from a reckless age. His dark hair framed his strong features, and lay wildly windblown well over the collar of his shirt. His thick muscles strained against his clothes as he walked. His charismatic aura jarred the world around him like a stiff wind from the dark sea and blasted me as he neared.

He must have felt my regard, for he suddenly gazed right at me. I stared directly at him as if possessed by a need and will greater than any rule of propriety I’d ever leaned. “Lord Alexander is great indeed,” I murmured.

“What?” Cassie asked, following my gaze with hers. She gasped and grabbed my hand. I heard the “Sean” that rang through her mind before her pulse steadied and she whispered, “Lord Alexander.” All of that pent up worry I’d felt in her earlier escaped in his name.

As we stared at him, he nodded his head politely then passed by without offering a cordial greeting before going to the ship where I’d seen the wild horse being gentled.

Now that you have read the description let’s have a little fun with my fictional heroes. The lucky ladies who have read the stories might have a bit of an advantage because they have a good idea what my heroes look like…everywhere. For those who haven’t read the stories, don’t worry, just imagine what the rest of my hero looks like.
Here’s the challenge. You’ve just inherited your long lost relative’s business in Hollywood. This book is being made into a movie. Below are the actors you have to choose from to be the hero of this story. Which one would you choose and why?
Bon appetit!

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