Tell us a little about yourself. How did you come to your author’s attention? Occupation?

My name is Jesse Colter, 36, former SEAL, now Chief of Police of the town I grew up in, Marshall’s Creek, Virginia.  My childhood sucked—my father was a drunk and a bully who liked nothing more than to take out his frustrations on me.  My mother disappeared when I was a kid.  He always claimed she ran away with another man, but I’ve always suspected he killed her.  I came to my author’s attention the day I rescued Sarah Marshall from falling out of a tree.

 What or who is the greatest love of your life? Why? What drew you to them?

Sarah Marshall is the only woman I have ever loved, the only woman I ever will love.  I met her the summer she was 13, dangling upside down from a broken tree limb 40 feet above the ground.  I was nineteen, but she intrigued me.  She was an arresting combination of child and adult.  She grew up rich, but her childhood sucked as much as mine did, just in different ways.  Her father had no time for her, so she was raised by tutors and nannies.  She was the first person to really listen to me.  To value my opinion.  To actually seek it out.  She bullied me into reading all her favorite books just so she could get my opinion on them.  She turned me into an inveterate reader, for which I’ll always be grateful.  My life was a throwaway until I met Sarah.  But I knew if I claimed her, I would ruin her life, and so I left, a decision that would nearly destroy both of us. A decision I will spend the rest of my life making up to her.  Because I can’t imagine my life without her.

What’s your greatest fear?

I’m a dominant—so is my best friend Adam, who also happens to be in love with Sarah.  We want to introduce her to the D/s way of life, but we’re afraid that the abuse she suffered at the hands of her ex-fiance will not let her submit to us.  I can’t change what I am, but if it comes down to having to choose between BDSM or Sarah, I’ll choose Sarah, even at the risk of losing part of myself.

 What’s your motto in life?

Honesty

 How do the other characters in your book view you?

My best friend and brother, Adam Sinclair, knows me as a dom, a fellow SEAL, and a man of principle.  We love and admire each other.

What do you prefer? To spread & hear gossip, or be the creator of gossip fodder?

Since I believe that honesty is the only way to build trust, I want nothing to do with gossip.

What is it about you that is going to draw us readers in?

I’m sexy (lol).  I love fiercely and forever, and will fight to the death to protect those I cherish.  I abhor bullies and abusers of women—any women.  Women are to be loved, revered, protected and treasured.  With a little spanking thrown in just to spice things up.

What was your happiest moment?

When Sarah told me she loved me.

What trait in others do you find most deplorable?

I deplore dishonesty.

The random question: If you were a color, what color would you be and why?

I would be deep purple, because that is the color of passion.

 

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Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall.  Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—preferably bound, naked and kneeling before him.

Sarah has never forgotten Jesse.  He’s been the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years.  So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she warily agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of BDSM.  When he also introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces the challenge of submitting to two powerful, Dominant men.

But Sarah has an even bigger problem.  A stalker.  Someone from her past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness.  Can Adam and Jesse love and protect her?  Or will her world explode in betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?

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EXCERPT

Uh-oh.  She was in trouble now.  A quick glance in her rear view mirror confirmed the

strobing red and blue lights of the unmarked police cruiser behind her, a black, Humvee H3 Alpha, powerful and forbidding, with a slight air of menace.  Just like its occupant.

Jesse Colter.

Sarah’s throat thickened and she suddenly couldn’t breathe.  She shut her eyes, trying to calm herself, but her nerves felt like stinging nettles burning her skin.  Why hadn’t anyone told her that the newly-hired Chief of Police she was scheduled to meet with today was Jesse Colter?  She’d left work the moment she heard his name, desperate to avoid this very encounter.  I’m not ready, she thought, pushing against the panic that threatened to overwhelm her.  I’ll never be ready!

Blowing out her breath, she wiped her sweating hands on her skirt.  Her belly clenched as hot juice gathered in her feminine folds.  How could he still affect her like this?  She hadn’t seen him for eight years.  Not since he’d abruptly disappeared the day of her eighteenth birthday.

At least, she hadn’t seen him in person.

But she had seen him nearly every night of those eight years.  In her dreams.  She’d seen him and tasted him and felt him as if he’d been real.  As if he’d been there.  She’d seen him rising over her, preparing to enter her.  Tasted his full, moist lips and thrusting tongue.  Felt his massive cock stretching her, filling her until she was sobbing and screaming out his name—only to wake up on the edge of an explosive orgasm that melted away even as he melted away, like a chalk painting in the rain.  Her dreams of Jesse were just that.  Dreams.

Eyes riveted to the side mirror, she watched, dry-mouthed as he unfolded himself from the interior of the Hummer and rose to his full height of six feet three inches.  He stood without moving, just staring in her direction, his eyes hidden behind the mirrored lenses of his aviator sunglasses.

God, he was even more gorgeous than she remembered.  Gypsy-dark, panther-lean, his magnificent body was taut with the unyielding ripple of tempered steel.  Her eyes roamed over his beloved face, with its strong, square jaw, hawk’s beak of a nose and full, sensuous lips.  And those killer cheekbones—Lord have mercy.  To Sarah’s eyes, there had always been something raw and untamed about him.

There still was.

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AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY

Julie has always loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands.  One of her favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep.

A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years.  During that time she created and wrote all the original material for a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, fingerplays, and other resource material for early childhood educators.  For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982.  She has also written other resource materials for preschool and early elementary teachers.

After moving more than two dozen times in her life, Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.  Now widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and writing—especially her new love, erotic romances

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