Know that song Me & Mrs. Jones? I've got the Mister!

We've got a thiiiiiiiiiing goin' on.

We both know that it's wrong

But it's much too strong to let it go now.

Well! This is one of my favorite songs. So I changed it to Mr. Jones. My editor at EC loved him. (slurp.) And he debuted, in the flesh...and text, last week over there.

Buy link: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9268-me-and-mr-jones.aspx

But he is a great...lay. (Can I say that here?)

This guy has it going on, lemme just say. And in this little Quickie, I have him involved in M/F (of course), voyeurism, exhibitionism, BDSM and a yum yum bit with M/F/M/F/M.

Oh yeah.

In Paris.

Here's the teaser:

What woman wouldn’t crave an annual erotic, exotic rendezvous?

With a demanding lover who’s proven over and over again that he’s as scintillating and devoted in bed as out, Corin Campbell tears open her instructions for her yearly tryst with her insatiable Mr. Jones. Eager to experience what heart-pounding excitements Mr. Jones has created for them both this year in Paris, Corin knows that the Chinese love balls, her leather outfit, the masseur, the caviar and the five exhibitionists are only prelude to hours of intoxicating delight in Jones’s arms. What can he teach her this year about the enduring charm of his loving and the delights only he can summon from her?

C'est bon!

Voyeurism

Voyeurism is something I write about occasionally, but over the last few months we’ve been living it! You’ll have to excuse me, but it’s not anyone in our house undressing or performing sexual acts. It’s my neighbors. It seems they don’t like to wear clothes often.
It started when my husband was out on our deck tossing the ball for one of the dogs. The neighbor’s sister in law, who lives with them, was in her bedroom. Her window faces our deck. It was dusk and she went into her room and stood in front of the window with the lights on and took off her shirt. If that wasn’t enough she then removed her bra.
The DH was mortified. LOL I know you’re all thinking, “REALLY?” But yes. At first he thought it was a mistake that she didn’t realize she was exposing herself. Then it began to happen almost daily. Finally the DH gave up playing in the yard with the dogs and took them to the park.
The next encounter with the woman was with my daughter. She was out on the deck watching her daughter play in the yard when, you guessed it, she started stripping again. B came in the house flabbergasted.
About a week ago I’m out on the deck enjoying the weather when I look over and the husband is out in the yard in boxers and a t-shirt. Mind you he’s older than my father and well…not what I wanted to see. He was casually trying to hide himself. I waved and quickly went back in the house.
I may write about it in my stories, but I never imagined living it. Let me tell you it’s sexier in books!
Until next Tuesday!