Q & A
With Author Jessica Lemon
Please tell us a
little about yourself….
Hi everybody, my name is Jessica Lemmon. I love billionaires,
bad boys, potato chips, and long books on the beach. :-)
What is one thing
about you that your readers would find surprising or never guess about you?
I wanted to be a vet when I grew up, so I went to
technical school in my junior and senior year of high school, where I took a
class called (and I quote) Animal Production & Care. In this class, I
learned how to groom dogs, tattoo lab rats (!), and care for mice, rats, guinea
pigs, rabbits, gerbils, hamsters, and chinchillas. I took my work home with me,
adopting one of the baby chinchillas. I named him Rocky, and he was incredibly
tame because my teacher let me take him to class in the pocket of my lab coat.
I had a very fun, unique, rewarding high school experience.
Tell us a little
about your latest book?
The
Millionaire Affair is about a millionaire ad executive who when saddled with
his six-year-old nephew for a week, finds himself in need of a nanny. Of
course, his sister helpfully suggests her friend, Kimber Reynolds, who
practically lived with the Downeys one summer sixteen years ago. As it turns
out, Kimber’s all grown up, and her big crush on Landon hasn't gone anywhere…
What’s one thing
that you enjoy most about writing? Least?
For me, the most enjoyable part of writing is getting it
right. There's nothing like the moment when the book starts to take shape. When
I see the characters leap off the page with the right mix of sexy, humorous,
and heartfelt.
My least favorite part is when I hit a roadblock. It's
inevitable, and it happens every book. Somewhere in the middle of the story, my
characters start feeling like they are not themselves. I have to go back,
reread what I wrote, and figure out where I went wrong. Sometimes this requires
deleting many, many words. (And eating lots and lots of potato chips!)
One unusual item
in/on/around your workspace?
What a fun question! I'm looking around, trying to pick
the most unusual thing… Oh! I think I'm going to have to go with my faux gold
trophy. It's about 8 inches tall and has a guitar on it with the star that
reads: Rock Star! Friends of mine awarded it to me after I sang karaoke in a
very big, very crowded venue. It scared me to death! But I did it.
The Millionaire Affair
by Jessica Lemon
About THE MILLIONAIRE AFFAIR:
Millionaire ad executive Landon Downey has a policy: no romantic relationships allowed. So when he's saddled with his six-year-old nephew for a week, he doesn't think twice about asking a female friend to act as live-in nanny. What he doesn't expect is the palpable attraction to the woman he hasn't seen in sixteen years. And not only does she like him back, she suggests they work their way down a list of extracurricular activities in the bedroom. How can he resist?Kimber Reynolds knows what she's doing. Sort of. Tired of every failed attempt to turn her past relationships into her own happily-ever-afters, she's determined to prove once and for all that she can love em and leave em with the best of them. All she has to do is keep her heart out of the agreement she's made with the man she's crushed on for a decade and a half. No problem.
Their string-free arrangement turns downright stringy when Landon starts to feel more for the redhead than good old fashioned lust, and Kimber has a scare involving a plastic stick and one-or-more blue lines. With the pressure mounting and their hearts involved, will these two be able to keep their original promise and walk away from one another?
Buy links:
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Excerpt:
She shifted
in her seat, her shoulders going back, her chin lifting in defiance. Her
nipples pressed against the beaded owl on the shirt she wore, a distracting
view, but he forced his eyes back to her face. Eyes that flared with
bottle-green anger. Redhead. He’d
never dated a redhead before. Maybe the lore was true and she was every bit the
hothead she appeared to be right now.
“Just because
I follow my heart,” she said adamantly, her face a confusion of strength and
hurt. “Just because I’m transparent and not in control of my every body
movement”—she gestured with her hands, sending her small breasts sliding
against the shirt and turning him on even more—“doesn’t mean I’m a doe-eyed
innocent. I know what I’m doing. I think I can handle kissing you without
losing all essence of who I am.” She leaned in and clutched the tie around his
neck. “I am an independent, intelligent woman who does not need to be saved from anyone. Least of all you.”
She was a
woman all right. A seething, beautiful woman who was very close to him and
smelling like the cucumber body wash stocked in her bathroom. He knew. He’d
grown accustomed to the warm, sweet scent that eked its way into the hall every
morning after her shower.
“I wasn’t
being insulting,” he said, hiding his amusement.
“Yes you
were,” she challenged, tugging him closer. He went, the tension pulling the tie
against the back of his neck, unable to keep from admiring how beautiful she
was, even this close. Natural, naked skin, full lips… “But I forgive you.”
The side of
his mouth ticked. He was going to kiss her again. But he’d give her a chance to
make the first move. She did, fisting his tie even tighter and laying her lips
onto his, but she didn’t stop there. She swung her leg over his lap and settled
on top of him. She sat right over his manhood, heat emanating from her core and
through his slacks.
He didn’t
usually find himself turned on by being put in his place. Was rarely ever put in his place, come to think of
it. He would concede he’d given Kimber less credit than she deserved. Either
she knew what she wanted, or had opted to take the upper hand when she found
herself at a disadvantage. He respected both tactics.
She deepened
the kiss, running her hands through his hair and clutching his head. His hands
went to her butt, cupping and kneading the soft globes in his palms, stopping
short of grinding her against him and relieving the painful ache pounding his
balls like a pair of bongos.
She stroked
his tongue with hers, completely in control of this kiss and knowing where to
take him. He fought to keep pace, to figure out what she might do next, to
catch the curveballs she was throwing. God, it was exciting. Amazing. The not-knowing…who knew that
could be so enthralling?
Then she
stopped. Abruptly. Just turned off like a switch, climbed off his lap,
reclaimed her wine, and settled onto the cushion she’d been lounging on when
he’d first walked out here.
He licked the
side of his mouth, still tasting her there, his hands at his sides, chest
heaving, hair probably a mess from her roaming fingers.
She wouldn’t
look at him, a study in casualness except for the one hand forced into a fist
at her side. Trying to keep herself from fidgeting, no doubt. She was the
sexiest thing he’d ever seen. And she’d more than proved her point. If he
wanted a partner to spar with, in bed or out, she was a worthy opponent not
some delicate flower he had to handle with care.
Giving in and
moving the hand she’d forcibly stilled, she pushed her hair over her shoulder
and studied the skyline. The moon was an unimpressive half, not the fancy
crescent or mournful full. His chin was elevated when she spoke next, her words
stunning him so much, he snapped his head to face her.
“Hope no one
saw that and is uploading it to YouTube.” She blinked as if she’d stunned
herself, too. “I’m so sorry. That was…wow. Rude. I’m sorry.”
About Jessica Lemmon:
Jessica Lemmon has always been a dreamer. At some point, she decided head-in-the-clouds thinking was childish, went out, and got herself a job . . . and then she got another one because that one was lousy. And when that one stopped being fulfilling, she went out and got another . . . and another. Soon it became apparent she'd only be truly happy doing what she loved. And since "eating potato chips" isn't a viable career, she opted to become a writer. With fire in her heart, she dusted off a book she'd started years prior, finished it, and submitted it. It may have been the worst book ever, but it didn't stop her from writing another one. Now she has several books finished, several more started, and even more marinating in her brain (which currently resides in the clouds, thankyouverymuch), and she couldn't be happier. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want. (While eating potato chips.)
Jessica’s SM:
@Lemmony
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