Friday, April 29, 2011

The cover to my new FREE story coming soon


Check back for an update when Selena Misbehaves goes live, free for e-readers everywhere!

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Win a free ebook!

Hello lovelies!

Today I'd like to give away some copies of my books, how does that sound?

Do you have a blog?  If so, and you're willing to give an honest review of one of my titles, you're eligible to win a free copy!  Just send me an email at jolenekendry (at) gmail (dot) com with a link to your blog and "Contest Entry" in the subject.  The first ten people to send an email will receive a coupon code for a free copy of one of my titles available from Smashwords.

Be sure to mention which title you'd like to read and review, so I can give you the correct coupon code.

No review experience is necessary, and any review style is welcome as long as the review is your honest opinion!

18 and over only.

Good luck!

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

In which I do things that are not writing, fucking or surfing

(or eating seafood)

Yesterday I set aside my work for a while to paint a vase I bought at a local flea market.  I have no idea what the seller was trying to tell me about it, perhaps it was priceless and I've ruined it, but in any case it was this great, curvy vase and upon seeing it I *had* to have it.  I stopped by the art store to pick up a brush and a few paints, some base, and a sealant (I don't travel with such things as they don't fly well) and yesterday I finally got around to putting my mark on it.

It's a stubby little thing.  I can't figure what it's made of, not quite terra cotta, not quite porcelain, and it used to be rough like a ceramic that hasn't been glazed yet.  I coated it with a base, daubed it with inexpert little flowers, and once it was dry I sprayed a sealant over the entire thing.  Just now I put in some cut orchids and a bit of water.  Here's hoping it doesn't leak!

No matter how full my life is, I always feel the need to occasionally set aside my work and create something new and beautiful.  If I can create something beautiful every once in a while I feel as though I've contributed in a positive way to the world around me.

Break your day up with a Nooner

Nooners, short and sweet erotic tales is now live on Barnes and Noble.

Description: Sometimes you don’t need to see the leak before the pipes are ready to burst, and in those times you can turn to a short and sweet tale to help the flood along. Nooners contains three short stories that get right to the good stuff. A little romance, a little anonymity, and a whole lot of steamy windows. If you’re looking for characters who aren’t looking for relationships, look no further than these three teasing tales.

I also slipped in a little bonus something in the back, a little dirty pillow talk.

Buy now for only .99!

Those who don't Nook or Kindle may now purchase The Princess and the Minotaur on Smashwords.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Published!

I hope everyone had a lovely Easter.  Mine began with some wonderful kink in the bedroom, and later in the day I had another wonderful surprise.  The Princess and the Minotaur is now available on Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble.com.  Whether you're a Nooker or a Kindie, we've got you covered.

Check it out!  Reasonably priced at $1.99 for loads of sex, a hint of danger, and a sweet and sensual story that's sure to delight, if I do say so myself.


Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Pleasant Dreams Motel

An excerpt from The Pleasant Dreams Motel, the first novella in the Fangs in the Night series, which revolves around an enclave of vampires who for hundreds of years have lured human women to them by enchantments and trickery in order to feed.  Until their second-in-command, Ramos, meets Brenda at the Pleasant Dreams Motel, and he discovers that some human women taste better with tongues than with fangs...


The man on the screen was astoundingly beautiful. His dark hair stuck out at odd angles, mussed from exertion. His back was wide and rippled with muscles as he plunged into the woman beneath him. Brenda watched his ass work, flexing each time he thrust. She barely noticed the girl but she would have seen little of her even if she’d been looking, just legs that stuck out on either side of her lover. He was just that big. She didn’t look for the girl, however, because his body glowed with a dark beauty she wanted to wade into. Brenda wanted to see more of him, to see the cock she was certain would be made to order, thick at the base and as long as her forearm. She wanted to see his face. His face would be stunning, she was sure.

The weird thing, though, the crazy thing was, he fucked in time with her neighbors in room fourteen. The bed on the screen hit the wall at the precise moment Brenda heard a muffled thump from the wall behind the tv. It was surreal.

The camera angle was strange as well. It filmed from above, far above, as though the camera was on the ceiling beyond the foot of the bed. Without realizing what she was doing, Brenda shifted her gaze to the ceiling above her bed. She let her eyes move until she gauged where the camera would be to get the right angle. Her ceiling was thankfully (or regrettably? She wasn’t sure) empty of cameras.

The bed was what clinched it; the king-sized bed with the redwood headboard and soft down coverlet which had fallen to the floor but was just visible in the corner of the screen. Once she could focus on something onscreen other than the beautiful buck slipping it to some blonde, she was positive it was a room identical to her own. Brenda looked around, now alarmed. What to do?

Her car was still broken down. She was still stuck here, and there didn’t seem to be a camera in her room filming her. To be sure she clicked through the rest of the channels, oddly reluctant to leave the stallion’s station, but after she clicked through all the stations she let it rest on him again. No visions of her lying in bed, horny and a little freaked out. Relief filled her. That made this a perverted anomaly, not standard practice in each room. Maybe the motel people had a deal with this guy to make their own porn on site instead of paying for cable. The idea caught her interest. Brenda had a thought. It made her squirm in discomfort but it wouldn’t leave her mind once it occurred to her.

If he was just some guy paid to fuck on camera for the motel’s guests to ogle while they rubbed themselves off, maybe he’d be agreeable to come to Brenda’s room, to spend time with her. Maybe, and Brenda’s face burned almost as hot as her pussy at the thought, maybe she could go to his room instead.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Beats on the Dance Floor

A bit of a teaser from today's short story, which will be in a collection of shorties out from Amazon next month titled Nooners: Short and Sweet Erotica by Jolene Kendry. Enjoy a nooner today!


Ellie pushed her ass back a bit so the hand would know it was ok to touch. She was on fire tonight. The body in front of her, something well-muscled and tall, took a step back and sandwiched her against the man behind her. She knew it was a man because she could feel his strong hands come up to grip her hips. Ellie’s breath caught. He wore jeans and a t-shirt from the feel, and his dick was stiffening against her. She bounced higher to the beat, a wild grin spreading across her lips.

~JK

Saturday, April 16, 2011

The Princess and the Minotaur

A new erotic short story soon to be available online for your favorite e-reader.  Enjoy the excerpt, lovelies!

The Princess and the Minotaur:


“Who are you?” she whispered, still frightened. She could hear his breathing. It was enormous and echoed around in his chest before entering the world to mix and mingle with Ariden’s exhalations. He didn’t answer, only breathed. Now she could feel his air on the back of her neck. It was warm and moist, and she wished for a moment, despite her fear, that he would breathe on her breasts to warm them as well.

“I wish to see you,” she said, but she waited for an answer rather than just turn. She had a feeling he would be gone again before she could catch a glimpse, and she very much wanted to catch another glimpse of him. The tugging feeling in her stomach pulled lower, and she shifted her arms so the dress would pull against her sensitive nipples. Warmth began to build between her legs. Her heart pounded so loudly in her ears she wasn’t sure she would hear him if he did speak. “Please.”

“Not yet,” he whispered, and now she felt something warm and solid move against her back.

~JK