Thursday, March 19, 2015

Fever Tour & Giveaway with Jamie K. Schmidt


Club Inferno # 3

By: Jamie K. Schmidt

Releasing March 17th, 2015





Readers of Fifty Shades of Grey and Bared to You will savor a visit to Club Inferno, the erotic playground where glitz and glamour mix with leather and whips.


Deep in the shadows of her exclusive fashion resort, Couture, Colleen Bryant presides over a much more intimate world: Club Inferno. The successful businesswoman and sex instructor has built an empire that caters to the BDSM elite, but now she finds herself longing for something a bit more ordinary: a man to love. She’s not sure how to find someone who will accept what she does for a living—or the kinks that drive her wild—until her old flame, ex-pro football player Chase Fairwood, comes back in her life.


There’s no woman as hot, sexy, or exciting as Colleen—and Chase knows it. He also knows he’s man enough to play her games, and to give as good as he gets. His return to Club Inferno reignites Colleen’s scorching demands, along with a new determination to test his resolve. Soon he’s competing against a rival Dom to brand Colleen as his own. But Chase has a secret weapon: the burning desire to offer his body—and his heart—in sweet surrender.


Fever is an erotic romance intended for mature audiences.

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If only Chase were content with text updates.

You’re still a jerk. Die in a fire. Please.

The jealousy and pain still burned as fresh today as when she’d walked into his hotel room to find him covered with half-naked cheerleaders. Chase had been passed out drunk and didn’t even wake up when she tossed the ice cubes from the bucket over all of them. The girls had taken one look at her and ran out of there as fast as their pom-poms would bounce.

Colleen had handled the rest of the breakup with aplomb, if not maturity. She’d taken her lipstick and written Fuck you, asshole on the mirror. Then she cut up all his credit cards and flushed them down the toilet. Chase had started to come around when she was stuffing his championship ring up his nose. So she gathered up all his clothes and threw them out the balcony window, and still managed to crack him one across the face before slamming out of the hotel room. That had been ten years ago. She’d married Alfie shortly after, and they’d had a good run. Alfie’s health hadn’t always allowed him to actively participate in sex, but he’d never given her a reason to feel neglected or worried that he would cheat on her.

When Nefertiti activated the intercom with a musical chime, Colleen hurried back to her chair so she could seem cool and composed when Chase came striding in. A former defensive tackle, he was tall and broad, muscled all over. Being out of the NFL for the past two years hadn’t hurt his physique any. His sandy brown hair and boyish good looks had made him almost as popular as his sack record had. Chase eased himself into the chair across from her desk.

Why does he have to look so good?

“I’m glad you were able to find time to fit me into your busy schedule.”

“Try to kiss me again and I’ll have you thrown out,” she warned him. The last time he had been here was before a concert. He had managed to corner her in the VIP booth. And because they couldn’t be anywhere without fighting, their polite conversation had turned into a screaming match that ended up with them nearly fucking against the wall.

“No promises,” he said, flashing his even white teeth.

She sighed. “What do you want?” The quicker she could get him out of here, the quicker she could get on with her life.

“You,” he said simply. “You have to admit there’s still chemistry.”

Colleen angled her head in acknowledgment. They could set the drapes on fire. Right now, if she straddled his lap, they’d break the chair with their enthusiasm. It had always been like that. Hot, intense, deeply satisfying. She leaned back, crossing her own legs, and he tracked the smooth expanse of thigh she flaunted. “You have to admit there’s still animosity,” she pointed out. Just to tease him, she drew little circles on her thigh with her fingernails.

Chase wet his lips. “I’m willing to work on it, if you are.”

She drained her soda and tossed the can in the trash. “I’m not.” Been there, done that. And there weren’t any Alfies waiting in the wings to rescue her this time.

“Okay,” Chase agreed, crossing his own legs with a slight wince. “If you insist.”

“How’s the knee?” she asked, wishing the pang of sympathy would fuck off right alongside Chase Fairwood. He’d given in far too easily. He was up to something.

He shrugged. “Good days and bad days. I do like what you’re doing here. You always had an eye for fashion. I’m glad your husband indulged you to explore your talent.”

Squinting at him, Colleen tried to find the sarcasm in the words he’d nearly said through his teeth. “You don’t give a rat’s ass about fashion. You wouldn’t know a haute couture piece from a department store special.”

“Want to put a little wager on that?”

Colleen wondered what his angle was. She inspected his jacket and suit pants. Chase had never been the type to wear edgy fashion; he had on a traditional Gucci suit and Fratelli Borgioli wing-tip dress shoes. He wore them well, too. Like he was on a job interview. If he had been applying for a security job, she might have hired him.

“I’m listening.”

He tugged on his tie. Colleen wondered if he’d worn it just to impress her or if he really did want membership to Couture. She didn’t see him as the type to lie around a fashion resort mingling with designers and models.

Well, maybe the models, she thought sourly.




Author Info 

USA Today Bestselling author, Jamie K. Schmidt is a hybrid author who has over thirty short stories published in small press and ezines, and a variety of novellas and books online. Her Club Inferno series from Random House has been in Amazon's top 100 ebooks sold and Barnes and Noble's top 10. She has a dragon paranormal romance series at Entangled Publishing. Book one of the Emerging Queens series is The Queen's Wings.

Jamie holds a Bachelor of Arts Degree from the State University of New York at New Paltz in Secondary Education English, which is a fancy way of saying she went to college to teach high school English. When that didn't pan out, she worked as a call center manager, a Tupperware consultant, a paralegal, and finally a technical writer for a major conglomerate company. She is an active member in the Romance Writers of America (RWA). When not writing, Jamie relaxes with a mug of hot tea and knits or makes beaded jewelry. 


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