“Poison” & “Poison II: Spring”

Coming to Amazon Kindle 12/24/2020.

Winter has arrived, and I come bearing news of three re-releases from my heyday as former pseud Jane Bled: “Poison,”  “Poison II” Spring,” and Naomi , the third installment in  The MASTER Series. Jane Bled has long since left the premises, but I remain in her stead. Her spirit is intact inasmuch as her bones are safely in my keeping. Since Autumn, I’ve only published works in my new name; it is my intention to keep J.B. buried, since I have outgrown her. May she rest in peace.

Though I tend to be tight-lipped about my reasons for writing what I do, I feel the need to share the preface found in the latest version of my mildly controversial erotic anti-romance “Poison.” Now I know everyone won’t enjoy my work, but it truly blows my mind to see this story on people’s shelves under “MM Romance.” No sarcasm meant: is that a joke?!

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“Primer” releases today on Kindle!

Free for Amazon Prime members.

I’m bustin’ out the Cook’s champagne (don’t judge—it’s going in the turkey my husband insists on preparing for Thanksgiving) to celebrate the release of my commissioned erotic short story “Primer.” Speaking of giving thanks, I’d be remiss if I didn’t give a shout-out to the folks who have added my stories on Goodreads, reviewed my works, or engaged in positive interactions with me since I restarted my writing career. I am thankful for your time and attention. Writing is one of my dearest loves, and sharing it with others brings me much satisfaction. That being said, I am also thankful for the health and safety of my family. As I prepare to introduce my baby-in-waiting to the world outside the womb, I am reminded that, despite the future’s daunting uncertainty, I can find reasons to smile. Reasons to savor moments of happiness. Reasons to keep growing, learning, and living. 

And now, I present to you…the book trailer for “Primer.” I’m rather pleased with my efforts. The biggest challenge I encountered was finding the appropriate background music within the limits of Windows Video Editor. Lo and behold, when I uploaded my trailer to YouTube, I realized I could have used one of the free music tracks the site offers. I’m curious—if you make book trailers, where do you find your soundtracks? I’m pretty anal about ensuring the timing of the music matches the flow of the images. It seems that effect may prove difficult to achieve if I assemble the trailer first and then match the royalty-free YouTube music with it upon uploading…or maybe there exists a key step that will simplify this. Anyway, I’d appreciate any advice on trailer-making. 

Scroll down past the description of “Primer” to view the trailer, or watch it on YouTube.


Cover image © Kuzmin Pavel

Release Date: 11/26/2020

Genres: Bisexual Erotica/Romance/Contemporary/Humor/Short Stories

Book description: Carmen is a sassy late-bloomer beleaguered by an increasingly monotonous existence and unrelieved sexual frustration. During an impulsive night on the town, she encounters Stefan, a darkly handsome, lyrics-quoting tech nerd. Exploring a potential hookup with Stefan might provide the inspiration Carmen requires to stop obsessing over a year-old one-night stand with temptress Yumi…especially if this seductive new suitor can satisfy her filthiest roleplay fantasies.

Warning: The following short story contains explicit sexual content, including student/teacher fetish, spanking, and f/f. Reader discretion is highly advised.

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In related news, I also made a book trailer for another new release: Luna, the second installment in my LGBTQ vampire series MASTER. You can read an excerpt on my blog. Luna releases on digital platforms worldwide and in paperback on Amazon 11/27/2020.

If you celebrate Thanksgiving, please have a safe and happy one. Cheers!

“Primer” Backstory

This tasty nugget of naughty student/teacher RP erotica began as a commission and took on a life of its own when I merged it with snippets of a lesbian romance simmering in the margins of my story scraps. I completed “Primer” last year; like a fine wine (or in this case, a wine that gets you uber-drunk), I let it breathe until I felt ready to share it. “Primer” marks my first foray into erotica told from the perspective of a female character. Up to this point, I had mainly stayed in my comfort zone, focusing on m/m relationships, but the person I created this commission for convinced me that it was high time to switch perspectives. As a result, I created a bisexual lead character: hot-to-trot, tongue-in-cheek college girl Carmen, who recounts (via unsent letters) her one-stand with gorgeous heartbreaker Yumi. Meanwhile, she meets hottie Stefan at a local bar, and feels an instant chemistry with him—especially when he offers to play the leading man in her student/teacher fetish fiction. With a sequel 1/3 of the way penned, it’s clear I’m not done with these characters yet. 😉

Story Word Count: 17,000

Genres: Erotica/Romance/Bisexual/Contemporary/Humor/Short Story

Warning: The following excerpt contains NSFW material, including strong language and allusions to sexual situations. Reader discretion is highly advised.

Cover image ©  Kuzmin Pavel


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“Phelia”

by R. N. Jayne

 

I’m having that nightmare again—the one where I’m lost in the woods. Only I’m not on dry land: I’m underwater. The forest grows tentacles. These wooden jellyfish have arms like boughs. They reach for me. Tangle my hair. Pull me down.

Drowning, I choke on my love’s name. 

***

Phelia’s trying on a headpiece for her dungeon mistress Halloween costume. She fiddles with the formidable crown of spikes. I wonder who she wants to repel with this getup. Maybe she wants to people to think she’s impenetrable.

It’s been seven months since my passing. I should be jealous, thinking of her in potential romantic relationships with others. I’m not. It’s only natural for her to move on. I’ve watched her grieve, curled up in the quilt I made last spring, rubbing the fading hand-embroidered squares against her lips like she could absorb them into the fabric of her skin. I’ve leaned in to kiss her, to be rebuffed by her defensive self-hug against an attack of goosebumps. She was reacting to the sudden drop of temperature my presence incurs. Perhaps.

I wish I could slip into Phelia’s music apps—I’d send her a playlist. This is what I’m feeling for you right now, I’d tell her. Nothing’s changed; except I miss you more. I don’t need a body to hold you. I’m gone, but I can’t leave.

She considers a matching necklace: choker-style, smaller spikes; but it will truncate her slim, strong dancer’s neck. I see the one I want her to try. It’s a deep orange pendant flecked with burgundy and cat’s eye yellow. I imagine it against her bronzed skin.

“Choose that one,” I murmur into her ear. “It will bring out your eyes.” Continue reading “Halloween Short Story: “Phelia””

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“Follower”

Author’s Note: the following short story is a 500-word flash fiction. It contains allusions to violence and sensitive thematic material related to hate groups. Reader discretion is advised.


Daniel always did what he was told: Brahms told him to follow that liberal woman home, so he didn’t protest. When she pulled out her pepper spray, he was already goggle-clad to protect his eyes from the burst of ocular irritant. If Brahms had instructed him to speak, he would’ve asked the target not to bother fumbling for her phone—he’d removed the SIM card and battery during her yoga class. (She habitually left her car unlocked.)

He would’ve told her not to waste her breath on hollering for help, because her next-door neighbors were enjoying their annual Fall Colors Tour and wouldn’t return until Sunday evening; and the widow who lived behind her, Mrs. Doussett, regularly bullied her on social media under an anonymous account that sported a Goldendoodle puppy profile pic. The targeted woman had no clue that her secret troll was a card-carrying Neo-Nazi grandma who would love nothing more than to watch the leftist feminist’s tattooed neck snap, entrapped within a self-inflicted hangman’s noose.

It’s not that Daniel hated the target, but he hated the type of person she symbolized: a pro-choice, equality-for-all, women-run-the-earth, freedom-grubber. He had no desire to kill her—besides, Brahms didn’t want to use his cop connections for any business that didn’t involve growing his radical conservative fanbase. She just needed to be scared silent. Stifled into submission. Snuffed out, like a trick candle on a birthday cake that’s been doused in water to keep it from relighting. Daniel could do it: he didn’t mind roughing up a woman, as long as she couldn’t positively identify him in a lineup. Keeping the trust of Brahms and the brotherhood trumped a personal reluctance to dirty his hands.

The damn thing of it was, he hadn’t expected her to be so resourceful. She didn’t carry a gun, but she kept a paring knife taped under the doormat—and she reached it before Daniel could reach her. He had a utility blade of his own, but he struggled to unsheathe it after she sliced his Achilles tendon; then it was impossible to retrieve his weapon after she stole it from his back pocket and slashed his throat with it. He hadn’t expected to exsanguinate on her welcome mat (or lament, in his last moments, about how he shouldn’t have taken Brahms’ reassurances that she’d be an easy target).

To Daniel’s great surprise, she tried to save his life. Ripped off her shirt and pressed it against his wound to slow the bleeding—attempted to dial 911. Her cellphone was useless: he’d done a bang-up job of disabling it. When he attempted to communicate that his own was in the glove box of his truck, he couldn’t speak, because his vocal cords were cut. In a curious act of compassion, she removed his goggles so he could watch the moon playing cat-and-mouse with the wily clouds.

The stars prepped a spotlight on Daniel as he followed Death, a superior leader, to his new home down below.


“Follower” © R. N. Jayne 2020

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