The Scintillating World of Juliet Braddock

It’s a special #RELEASEDAY edition of #TEASERTUESDAY!

Did you pick it up yet? Grab BLEMISHED now for just #99cents before that price goes away.

Here’s the twelfth and final teaser from BLEMISHED.

I have a second book releasing today. PROFESSOR KNOWS BEST: A Novella is LIVE!

If you missed it the first time around, here’s your chance to pick up this taboo tale of teacher’s pet gone raw!

Professor Justin Langford is on a mission to teach his star student Sloane Bradford a few lessons in her deepest, dirtiest fantasies. In fact, the last thing he needs is another college girl. Justin wants his very own Baby Girl.

After a miscommunication separates them for a decade, fate reunites the reluctant lovers, and Sloane returns, bruised and slightly broken, to Justin. However, he’s not given up on his pursuit of Sloane—or on his fantasy.

From swing sets to sex shops, Justin challenges Sloane to embrace a life filled with sippy-cups and spankings, all in the name of Daddy’s Little Girl.

However, Sloane has a lot to learn if she’s still intent on being his prized pupil. Will Justin manage to control her rising brat enough to transform Sloane into Daddy’s Little Girl?

This story contains elements of age play and Daddy-Daughter roleplay.

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At one point, I never thought I’d see this day…literally.

I am overjoyed to share with you at long last, BLEMISHED — LIVE on Amazon and available for 99 cents for a limited time.

As many of you know, I lost vision earlier this year just as I began my first edit to this book. One of the saddest days of my life was the day I had to call Amazon and cancel the pre-order. At the time, I honestly didn’t know if I’d ever finish it. From a medical standpoint, I didn’t know if I’d ever write again.

I’m proud of all my books, but this is my special baby. This book proved to me that I could continue on with my dream of being an author — even if the doctors labeled me legally blind. I also had a special connection with Gavin and Chloe throughout the writing of the book, and I fell in love with them as they took flight (and often wrote themselves).

In BLEMISHED, a tragic accident in the middle of a Chicago blizzard joins Gavin Fletcher and Chloe Cabot, uniting two blemished souls on a life-changing journey that defies the odds of their haunting pasts.

Beautiful and imaginative, Chloe struggles to survive the daily grind. An artist who never dared to explore her dreams, she takes pride in her independence and fends for herself at all costs. A young ad executive who’s rising fast within the industry, Gavin has built an ordered and precise life, but he’s much more lonesome than he’ll ever admit.

Both exist in worlds veiled in secrecy. Together, they discover solace in each other’s arms. While Chloe blossoms as Gavin’s submissive under his tough but tender tutelage, she wonders if he might just be the one to break the façade of fear that surrounded her heart.

Just as emotion transforms them from reluctant strangers into unlikely but enduring lovers, heartbreak strikes their relationship again, forcing an unforeseen reversal of roles.

Amid the ashes of despair, Chloe vows to salvage their long-awaited happiness, but will their lives withstand this life-altering event and endure the ultimate test of fate?

I hope you’ll join Gavin and Chloe on their emotional and electrifying  journey. Grab BLEMISHED now, available exclusively at Amazon and at Kindle Unlimited.

Happy Reading!

xo JB

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So excited to release my Events Schedule for BLEMISHED. Why doncha come up and see me sometime?

I’ll be giving away some fun BLEMISHED and PROFESSOR swag, and I’ll be previewing SMITTEN.

TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 12
8 PM EST
Wicked Hearts Lounge
https://www.facebook.com/groups/894191827327986/

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 14
8 PM EST
Read, Recommend, Repeat
https://www.facebook.com/groups/1721252041435916/

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 15
All day
Platipyre
https://www.facebook.com/platypire/?ref=br_rs

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 16
9 PM EST
Romance Readers Recommend

https://www.facebook.com/events/498853497140200

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 17
LBM Book Blog
2 PM EST
https://www.facebook.com/lifebooksandmore/?ref=br_rs

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 18
7 PM EST
Books and Boys/The Naughty Room
https://www.facebook.com/groups/474478606072499/

TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 19
TWO TAKEOVERS TONIGHT!
8pm EST
Ask the Authors
https://www.facebook.com/groups/asktheauthors

10 PM EST
REden with the Garden Girls
https://www.facebook.com/groups/redenwiththegardengirls

 

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 20
8 PM EST
Panda and Boodle
: https://www.facebook.com/pandaandboodle/

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 21
8pm EST
Bella’s Heartbreakers
http://facebook.com/groups/bellasheartbreakers

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 22
8 PM EST
Bestsellers of Romance
https://www.facebook.com/groups/beststellarspartyroom/

SUNDAY,SEPTEMBER 24
8 PM EST
Blushing Babes
https://www.facebook.com/groups/1175211909163591/

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 25
9 PM EST
Southern Vixens Padded Room
https://www.facebook.com/groups/SVBOPaddedRoom/

TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 26
8 PM EST
Happy Hour
https://www.facebook.com/groups/827167660726632

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 27
8 PM EST
Sweet n Spicy Reads
https://www.facebook.com/groups/1695831034034674/

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 28
7:00 PM EST
Beneath the Covers
https://www.facebook.com/groups/BTCAfterHours/

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 3
8 PM EST
All Things Schmexy
https://m.facebook.com/groups/1521634428108766

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 5
9 PM EST
Wicked Dirty Girls
https://www.facebook.com/groups/769387386495412

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 10
8 PM EST
Obsessive Book Whores
https://www.facebook.com/groups/709301185883178

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It’s #TEASERTUESDAY again, and it’s just one week until BLEMISHED is live! Pick it up now for just #99Cents and have it on your Kindle at midnight September 12.

We met my junior year at the newspaper office. I was news editor at our college paper, and he was one of our cartoonists. Back then, almost nothing was computerized, so he had to half-tone his comics every week. I remember thinking what striking blue eyes he had, and back then, he wore these blue glasses that matched.

We started talking. We found a common ground of a love for Roger Moore as James Bond and the movie and musical, My Favorite Year. We agreed that Duran Duran wrote the best Bond theme, even though he was a lifelong Sheena Easton Fan.

I think we started really hanging out when we both showed up to a play alone and sat together. We had a good conversation that night, and it sort of broke the ice. From then on, we were pretty much inseparable.

As senior year rolled around, we spent literally almost every waking moment together. I had become editor of our literary magazine, and I tapped his art skills to become our art director. We devoted our lives to that magazine, but we found time to play, too.

Ah, those college days were some of the best and most memorable of my life…

One night, I was in my dorm room alone, and I heard the fire alarm ringing loudly through the open windows. It wasn’t often we’d hear the alarm, so it jarred me.

An hour later, he called me. He sounded frantic. “Can you just met me by the library?” Of course, I could, and I worried the whole entire way, wondering what the hell had happened.

We at down on the wall in the darkness. With great hesitation, he said, “You know how I have these eating contests with my brothers…” He was one of six — three boys and three girls. He was the oldest son.

“Yeah…?” I said. I still had no idea where the hell this was going.

One of his brothers challenged him to eating one hundred chicken McNuggets. He bought his hundred McNuggets, returned to his apartment, placed them on a baking sheet  in the oven — on low, he swore to me — and went to check his laundry around the corner.

Upon his return, there were firefighters on his lawn, and the firetruck was parked right in front of his apartment.

“Oh, my God! What happened? Thank God you weren’t in there! Are you okay? Can you go back tonight?” I just panicked.

“No, that’s not the worst part,” he told me. “One of the firemen walked out with my baking sheet of burnt chicken and said, ‘Dude, your McNuggets are done!'”

To my credit, I didn’t laugh that night. Okay, inside, I was cackling like a wild hyena. And I didn’t tell a soul until the English department Christmas Party after I had a few adult beverages. But I played the supportive friend. He needed comfort. So I sat on that library wall with him until the wee hours. And it was that night that I realized we were going to be friends for a very long time.

To say that he helped me survive that year was a gross understatement. Over Christmas break, my best girlfriend passed away after a double-lung and heart transplant. He held me together when I had to go to classes without her. An amazingly detailed artist, he personally did the sketches for a big article I’d written as my last-hurrah for the magazine.

At the time, I also suffered from bulimia and anorexia. He was the only person I could say the words to, and he held me that night and we cried together. He always looked out for me to the bitter end, but that night, his protective nature kicked into overdrive.

I remember nights when we’d finish up late at the magazine, and we’d cut through the quad where there was a small fountain. Sometimes, he’d recreate the fountain scene from “My Favorite Year,” singing his best Tim Curry from the musical, and spitting out that line we both loved: “Say what you will, Young Stone. I know when to make an exit…”

Summer came, and I moved to New York. He made me the greatest Mix Tape ever. Music was a huge part of both our lives, and he included every song that meant anything to us — his beloved John Lennon, my wild boys Duran Duran, the Muppets and Led Zep’s “Fool in the Rain.” I don’t know if he realized how many times I’d play those songs over the years and think of him. We did talk about that Mix Tape, though, and we both agreed it was one to be reckoned with.

Somehow, in the days without cell p[hones and internet, we always kept in touch. Sure, we’d have periods when we lapsed, but we always managed to find each other again. He’d move. I’d move. Always something. But every time we heard each other’s voices, nothing changed. We’d play catch-up. And that friendship remained, even with the miles between us.

We discussed love and loss. We gave each other advice on how to deal with relationships. Having lost his mom when he was just six, he helped me through my mother’s death and told me stories about the woman I would never have the chance to meet but who gave me his life and his world as a friend.

He sat on the phone with me all night during the hurricane because I was so afraid. He came to New York to babysit my cat when I went to Paris. We kept each other entertained by going through the Eighties Billboard charts during a period where we were both unemployed. And we even had the chance to revisit our old college grounds together a few years ago. We ran through the student union, and stopped by the old newspaper office. I had tears in my eyes. I said, “I met you inside that door…” And he hugged me.

Most of the time, though, we picked on each other relentlessly, but that’s what I think we both admired in each other, our abilities to laugh at ourselves. Although he still cringed when I said the words “Chicken McNuggets.”

So often, we’d revisit our college days. “Remember when we were young…?” Eventually, thirty-nine slipped into forty. He always told me how old I was, but in reality, he was three months older than me. I loved those three months when I still thirtysomething and he was the big Four-Oh.

Hearing our conversations, one would think we were emulating a real-life War of the Roses, but that’s how we played — and that’s how we loved.

Age became a running joke between us. About ten years ago, he was on a kick of reminding of the dwindling supply of eggs left in my body. He said, “You have so few eggs left that you rattle like jingle bells when you get up and down.”

That joke stuck around for another five years until he realized, “Hey, I said that years ago. I bet if I picked you up and shook you right now, that one egg in there would sound like a spray paint can!”

We were supposed to grow old together.

Skip ahead to this year. I lost vision. I was diagnosed with hydrocephalus. I had two eye surgeries, two spinal taps and brain surgery. He called me every week and prayed for me. In fact, he was the first to call when I was in the ICU after brain surgery.

As I recovered, he made sure we kept in close contact. He wanted to know everything. Then I didn’t hear from him for a little over a week, and I started to get concerned. When he finally called me back, he told me he went to the doctor for penumonia and came home with a pacemaker.

Of course, that protective nature emerged again. He didn’t want to scare me when I was recovering from major surgery.

Throughout his life, he hated his birthday. I’d wish him one, and he’d ignore the voice mails and texts. Sometimes, I’d even get a “Fuck off!”

This year, he told me he wanted a birthday party. He mentioned it to his sisters. Within seconds, they made it happen. I made noises about coming in for the event. This was a birthday celebration for the man who hated his damn birthday!

He told me no. “You’re blind. You’re sick. Yo just had surgery yourself.”

I thought about it. And Fate spoke to me. We’d both had major health scares in a matter of two months of each other. I was going to get to Pittsburgh from New York City if I had to walk.

I called him. And I didn’t ask him — I told him, “I’m coming back for your birthday. Period.” (Cue up this song that we both loved in our college days. Hey, we were both English majors…)

I heard tears in his voice that night. He said I was the last person he expected to go, but he knew me so damn well. If I said I was going to do something, I did it.

Those days in June and July were some of the best moments of my life. We laughed so hard that I still giggle when I think back now. We stayed up late talking. We even kept each other awake with yours-and-mine Sleep Apnea. And we laughed about it. He even said to one of our friends, “Please, stay and judge the Sleep Apnea Contest!” and then he looked at me and said, “Quick–go to sleep!”

His party was truly a celebration of his life. We ate, we drank and we were all so very merry.

Throughout our friendship, we didn’t overuse the words “I love you.” We saved them for times when it really meant something — like when I left for New York, and when he had his pacemaker put in. And that made those words so powerful when they were spoken. I even remember that he once told me, “I don’t remember saying ‘I love you’ to my mom.” I assured him that he did. All kids tell their mothers they love them. He told her. He just didn’t remember.

We both made sure to say “I love you” when I saw him last. And I’m glad we both remembered it.

Yesterday, my world came crashing down when the phone rang. I thought it was him returning my text from Saturday. It was his sister on his phone. She was crying. At first, i thought he was in the hospital. But he had a heart attack and passed away instantly. He didn’t suffer, she promised me.

Immediately, I thought of her and his five siblings. His nieces and nephews lost one hell of an uncle who loved every single one of them dearly. I thought of his father, whom I adore, and the fact that he lost his son. And my heart just sunk for his sister who had to make all the calls that no one ever wants to have to make. She was worried about me. I was worried about her and their entire family. But she told me that he’s safe, and he’s with his mom now.

Right now, it’s just a continuous wave of sadness and anger. He had the kindest heart out of everyone I know. He was so damn brilliant. And he was such a talented artist. We had so many personal jokes that one could listen to us for an hour and not understand a word that was spoken between us. I’m listening to our tunes, and I’m finding clips that made us both laugh…and I’m not sure if it’s releasing my grief or making it worse. Hell, I don’t even think I’ve processed the fact that he’s gone yet.

I miss you, Drew..Uncle Drew…Andrew the Bold…Andrew the Mold. But you will forever be my Shi’thead. There’s a hole in my heart today, and I miss you so damn much.

But my heart hurts for your family as well. I have never witnessed such love between siblings as I did in their family.

And I really hope I get to see you again. Because I can’t imagine eternity without you there, singing “Fee tines a mady” to me or demanding “Who hurt you, Lionel? Who hurt you?”

Today, as I try to force myself to laugh through the tears, I hear him from up above, saying that old line from My Favorite Year:

Say what you will, Young Stone, I know when to make an exit…

 

In BLEMISHED, I see Gavin and Chloe as two old souls who found solace in each other, and the music had to reflect that.

Last fall, I decided to make a trailer, and the music selection is limited, but the haunting lyrics of Brice Davoli’s “Dream Come True” resonated with Gavin and Chloe’s love story.

From there, Standards seem to filter into the story.

Gavin is a self-professed geek, and he’s just been living his life like Nat King Cole — “Day In, Day Out.” Until Chloe comes along…

In Chloe’s quest to find eal happiness for the first time in her life, Johnny Marhis’ “Wonderful Wonderful” became “their song” over frozen margaritas int he middle of a snow storm.

In a whimsical moment, when Chloe’s feeling carefree, I dropped in one of my all-time favorite songs that I’ve adored since I was a small child, Shirley Bassey’s “Bye-Bye Blackbird.” That song just perfectly illustrates Chloe. All her life, she waited for someone like Gavin, and now, she can say good-bye to the blackbird.

And then she has a few too many glasses of wine with dinner…and Gavin is forced to admit that she’s more Bjork than Betty Hutton.

A collection of standards wouldn’t be complete without Tony Bennett, and Gavin has some sweet reflections to this number.

And you can find the full playlist here.

Hope you enjoyed that taste of what’s to come in BLEMISHED. We’re so close now — just  week and some change. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me on this journey. And may you fall in love with Gavin and Chloe on their adventure toward Happily Ever After.