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Bestselling author of the 'This' Series, Skipping Stones, and coming soon Saving Alex.  Radio talk show host of The Light on Survival Radio Christian Network.  Mondays 8:30 PM EST. 347.237.4648 
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J.B. McGee's books on Goodreads
Broken Broken (This Trilogy, #1)
reviews: 153
ratings: 906 (avg rating 3.74)

Mending Mending (This Trilogy, #2)
reviews: 112
ratings: 695 (avg rating 4.22)

Forgiven Forgiven (This Trilogy #3)
reviews: 2
ratings: 2 (avg rating 3.50)

Conspiring Conspiring (This Trilogy 2.5)
reviews: 1
ratings: 1 (avg rating 5.00)

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Race to 5000 Fans Giveaway



I'm so excited to be so close to 5000 fans.  I can't believe it, honestly.  I remember telling my dad when I started this journey that I would be happy if I sold 100 books.  It would be a banana split with a cherry on top if I sold 1000.  To think of where I am today is still very surreal.  Please know that I thank you from the bottom of my heart.  This journey has been a huge testimony this far on having faith and patience.  Thank you for your part in that.

When I reach 5000 fans, I will release the prologue to Skipping Stones.

I want to thank all of my incredible colleagues and friends for their contributions to this massive giveaway.

This giveaway is very simple to enter.  You just need to be a fan of mine on Facebook.  You can also get extra entries by following me on Twitter, adding Skipping Stones to Goodreads, and by tweeting the giveaway.  The most entries can be obtained by liking all of the authors, bloggers, and small businesses who were kind enough to donate goodies to this giveaway.  

Also!! You can get a custom URL with your entry to share with your friends. Every time you refer an entrant into the contest you get an extra entry. You can get up to 10 extra entries this way!

Open internationally, as I appreciate ALL of my fans.  No matter where you live.






ARC of Skipping Stones

  

Signed copies of Broken, Mending, Conspiring, and Forgiven by JB McGee  + Swag Bag


Signed Limited 1st Edition Broken Clipboard

   

Signed Bookmark and Key Chain


$5.00 Amazon Gift Card



$5 Amazon Gift Card from The Book Bellas Blog

ARC of Seize Me by Crystal Spears

One set of FREE earrings by Rebecca Lee Mincey

Signed bookmark from Emma Nichols


Signed Paperback Copies of:

Book of your choice by J.B. McGee
Love Notes by Heather Gunter
Collide by Gail McHugh (your pick of 1st edition cover or new cover)
Relentless and Pieces of You by Cassia Leo
Lost in Distraction by BJ Harvey
Julliard or Else by Nichele Reese


eBooks:

Your choice by J.B. McGee
Your choice up to $3.99 from Romantic Reading Escapes Book Blog
Your choice up to $3.00 from Butterflies, Books, and Dreams
Dream On by Anne Conley
Your choice by Madeline Sheehan
Stormy Surrender by Nicole Andrews Moore
Wreck Me or Restore Me by J.L. Mac
Falling into You by Jasinda Wilder
Overwhelm Me (Book One of the Callahan Series) by AC Marchman
The Domino Effect by Jill Elaine Hughes
A Vampire's Rise (Erotic Version) by V.M.K. Fewings
Your choice by Kimberly Knight
Connected by Kim Karr
Your choice by Katie Ashley


$5 Amazon Gift Card from The Book Bellas Blog

ARC of Release Me by AC Marchman

Signed bookmark from Emma Nichols


Signed Paperback Copies of:

Book of your choice by JB McGee
Running on Empty and Recovery by LB Simmons
Book of your choice by Jenn Foor
Breathe into Me by Amanda Stone
Watch Over Me by Tara Sivec
Bad Things by R.K. Lilley


eBooks:

Your choice by JB McGee
Your choice up to $3.99 from Romantic Reading Escapes Book Blog
Your choice up to $2.00 from Nose Stuck in a Book
Your choice up to $2.99 from Hook Me Up Book Blog
The Valentine's Arrangement by Kelsie Leverich
The Do Over by A.L. Zaun
Love Notes by Heather Gunter
Stormy Surrender by Nicole Andrews Moore
Finally by Scarlett Metal
Stay with Me by AC Marchman
Templand by Jill Elaine Hughes
Hat Trick by Brad Keene
Bad Rap by A. Meredith Walters
Trust by L. Chapman
Take This Regret (#1-4) by A.L. Jackson
Your choice by Raine Miller



eBook of your choice by J.B. McGee
Custom Charm by J.L. Brooks
Signed Bookmark by Emma Nichols
Signed Bookmark by Emma Nichols
Signed Bookmark by Emma Nichols
Zombie Incorporated by Jill Elaine Hughes
Swag from Nacole Stayton
Overwhelm Me and Stay with Me by AC Marchman
Stormy Surrender by Nicole Andrews Moore
Stormy Surrender by Nicole Andrews Moore
Stormy Surrender by Nicole Andrews Moore
Unexpected by Dulaney-Glen

Tuesday Teaser Time!

Tuesday Teaser for my new release, Skipping Stones.  No release date has been set yet, but I'm thinking early August.  Hope you enjoy.

The creek is my comfort zone.  It’s the place where I know I can be all alone because right now those bricks are coming back, and I need to be able to breathe without feeling like I’m suffocating.

It only takes a few strides before I can see it – and him.  

I slow my pace, debating whether to keep going.  I need to be alone, but something keeps my feet moving.  I don’t think it’s my brain.  Well, maybe it is.  I think it’s more curiosity.  In all of these years of coming to my grandparent’s house, there have never been other kids here.  Definitely not guys that look to be my age.

I think part of me is relieved to see a stranger.  Someone who doesn’t know me – for a person to look at me like I’m normal.  Not with the look of pity and regret.

When I get to the creek I just reach down and start throwing rocks into it as fast and hard as I can.  I don’t even look at him because I’m not sure I care about anyone else right now.  I’m not sure anything else is worth it.

“Grr!” I grunt as I continue throwing the stones, my pace getting faster.  I see out of the side of my eyes that he’s completely stopped and his arms are crossed, I think.  I think he might actually be laughing at me.  What an asshole.

I turn a quarter.  “What the hell is so funny?”

“Oh nothing.”  He points down to the pile that I’ve been pulling from.  “Just help yourself,” he says amused.

“Oh.”  Ordinarily I’d apologize profusely, but not today.  “Screw you.”

I start to run away because I feel tears coming to the backs of my eyes. The bricks are coming back.  As I start to sprint down the road road perpendicular to the creek I hear him.

“Wait. Stop.  I didn’t mean it like that.”

I can’t stop.  It’s like I’m treading water in the open sea.  If I stop, I’m going to sink.  I’m going to drown.  

I hear footsteps pattering behind me.  “Hey!  I said to stop.  I’m sorry.”

I know I can’t outrun him if he’s already caught up to me this fast.  I can’t speak a word.  Just trying to open my mouth causes my chest to burn.  I shake my head no.

“I’m Drew,” he says as he reaches my side.  “I didn’t mean to get off on the wrong...” he looks down and chuckles.  “The wrong foot.”

He’s just making my heart hurt even worse.  Because any other time I think I might would have been excited to meet him.  He’s gorgeous; the definition of “tall, dark, and sexy.”  Dark hair, sun kissed skin, his eyes are the color of milk chocolate.  He must play sports.  I can see his muscles through his white tank top.  I’m not used to seeing bodies like that except for in magazines.  Perfection.  Not too buff, just right.  There’s something about those sculpted shoulders.  My eyes don’t spend much time on them because they are drawn back to his magnetizing eyes.

I can’t speak.  I wish I could.  My mouth opens, and it’s like I’m sucking in salt water.  I feel my lungs filling.  All I want to do is cough it out.  Except, instead of the water coming from my mouth, it gushes out of my eyes.

I stop suddenly, placing my hands on my knees, and then walk to the side of the street and sit down.  I wrap my arms around my sweaty legs.  The humidity has already started, and it only contributes more to the feelings of suffocation.

I bury my head into my lap and release the gates as my body starts to heave up and down.  I’ve cried so much that my sides ache.  My throat hurts.  My eyes burn.

I feel him sit beside me, but he doesn’t touch me.  I’m not sure how I’d feel for him to touch me.  I already feel guilty for the feeling he just gave me by his mere proximity.


Cover Reveal for Kailin Gow

Cover Reveal for Kailin Gow


Title: Savor Me
Author:  Kailin Gow
Genre: Erotica/Adult Contemporary
Published: 6/25/2013

Book Description

 Taryn Cummings could not believe she was accepted into the prestigious International Institute of Culinary Arts culinary institute she dreamed of studying at in beautiful Paris, France. It was a far cry from her unglamorous life back home in New York where she helped her mother run their small family-owned restaurant called Sam's. The International Institute of Culinary Arts churned out the top chefs in the world, including the wildly sexy and eccentric Master Chef Errol King, whose celebrity personality was larger than life.

She wanted excitement in a city of romance and thrills, but arrived to find her apartment barely livable and herself in need of a suitable place to stay. A chance meeting at the Institute brings her face-to-face with her new roommate...the devilishly charming Errol King, who would be guest teaching her class this term.
The attraction is as hot as the fire they cook with, and while Errol King, the notorious bad boy chef with an attitude, can get anyone he wanted into his bed, he wanted this woman more than anything. Something about her sweet innocence and sad eyes reach into his harden heart, but is it enough for him to forget his past?
Savor Me is Book 2 of the steamy erotic Master Chefs Series continues culinary student Taryn Cummings' and Master Chef Errol King's forbidden relationship that challenges and shakes both to the edge of all they've known. Could love exist after pain?

Savor Me is for 18+ due to mature subject and sexuality.

Savor Me contains mature subject matters and sexuality. For adults age 18 and up.(less)

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About Kalin Gow


Kailin Gow uses her author platform to bring awareness to issues affecting young adult and women. She has appeared on national radio as a regular guest on topics such as body image, self-esteem, dating and sexual relationships, bullying, and more; often brought up in her fiction books for young adults and women. 

She is a graduate of the Annenberg School for Communications Masters in Management program in journalism, marketing and publishing at the University of Southern California.

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Thursday, June 20, 2013

Tuesday Teaser on Thursday!


I decided with this book that I would start doing Tuesday Teasers and Sunday Snippets.  But Tuesday, I was still too out of it from my surgery.  So I'm breaking the rules a little bit, and I am posting this on Thursday.

This scene is greatly inspired by my relationship with my own grandparents.  Her name was Helen Elizabeth and his name was David Homer Lee.  I hope you enjoy it.

*This is unedited and subject to change.


“Memaw, can you pass me those ‘maters?” I ask.

Papa smiles.  “Good girl.  You know those make ya pretty.”

I can’t contain my laughter, “I thought that was carrots that made you pretty?”

He smirks and nods his head.  “Yes’um.  Those, too.  You must be eating lots of those.”

I smirk as I put my head down.  I can feel the blush coming over me.  “Maybe.”

Memaw chimes in, “It’s true, Alex.  You’re blossoming into a beautiful young lady.”

“Young lady sounds so old.”

“That’s what you are,” she chimes.

I shrug, “Yeah.  I guess so.”  I take a bite of my salmon patty and close my eyes as I savor the taste.  “Mmm.  This is so yummy.”

“Tell me it’s still your favorite?” Memaw asks.

I continue to chew, but cover my mouth with my napkin.  “Definitely still my favorite.  Only yours, though.  No one can make them like you.”  She beams.  It’s no secret she loves to hear her cooking is the best.  I look over to Papa, and his eyes are alight with humor.  “So Pop, are we going to the creek tomorrow to go fishing?”

“Already got the bait today.”  I get up from the table to get the mayonnaise.  Pop continues, “Ah, I should have gotten that out for you.  I forgot you’re like your mother and like mayonnaise on your tomatoes.”

I look back over my shoulder and wink.  They just put salt and pepper on theirs.  I put mayo.  I can’t help it.  “It sure beats putting mayo on your pears.  Talk about gross.”

“Hey, you don’t know what you’re missin’.  Pear salad is delicious.  In fact, I think Elizabeth will have to make you some of those tomorrow,” Papa teases.

“Ha, she can make them all day.  I’ll even help.  But I’m not eating a mayo filled pear.”

Papa takes a bite of the fried cornbread.  “Be nice or we’ll fix you some of that good ‘ole ham hock soup to go with it.”

I squint my eyes at him.  “You wouldn’t!” I pout.

He grabs his belly as he erupts into laughter.  “Of course, I wouldn’t.”

Ham Hock Soup has to be the most disgusting combination of food ever.  It’s diced ham, stewed tomatoes, and macaroni.  If you want to torture me, then you’ll feed me that.  I don’t know what makes people find that appetizing.  Just the smell and sight of it rolls my stomach.


Sunday, June 2, 2013

Epilogue Bonus

Yep.  I read all the reviews.  I hear you.  Loud and clear.  I hear you saying you wanted more.  You were let down.  I feel like I've said it a bunch, but I'm not sure everyone is hearing it.

I really wanted the first time to be realistic.  I don't think it's realistic that a virgin would want to have sex for a long time.  I don't think it's realistic to expect her to have an orgasm on her first experience, either.  I think a guy, player or not, who hasn't had sex in a year is going to be struggling to contain himself.  That was all factored into my writing of the epilogue.

Furthermore, I really wanted to end it with it just being their first time.  Why?  Because I didn't want the book to be remembered by the epilogue.  I also didn't want to draw the honeymoon out when I didn't feel like it advanced the plot.  The plot had long been resolved.

I'm so sorry it's disappointed so many people.  I have thought about this a lot and I decided to add in this scene to the epilogue.  Not because I wasn't happy with the epilogue as it was - because I was and am happy with Forgiven.  I'm doing it for you.  I realize I won't make everyone happy, but when I hear the same thing over and over and I'm in a position to fix it...for you all...I will.  You should know that you matter to me.  Your voice means something.  Your reviews aren't for nothing.

Hopefully, Amazon won't take forever to send notifications out for you to be able to download a new version of Forgiven.

IF you have not read Forgiven, then do NOT read any further.  Let me repeat!  DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT READ FORGIVEN.  Also, it's mature content.  Please stop reading right here if you're under 18.




I’m on my side, propped on my elbow watching my wife sleep.  I’m not sure how long it’s going to take me to get used to using that word.  The sun is peeking through the curtains.  I’m sure she’s exhausted.  I hate to wake her, but we have a flight to catch.  And the breakfast here is quite impressive.  It’s not every day that you get to eat at a five-star restaurant as soon as you wake up. 

I strum my fingers up and down her exposed back.  Her skin is so soft from the bath last night and I inhale her sweetness.  While kissing her forehead, I murmur, “Wake up sleepy head.”

She snuggles into my chest and puts her leg over mine, as if she could get any closer.  I’m taken back to the morning after we got engaged.  The morning that I almost went places I wasn’t allowed and it brings a smile to my face to know that is no longer the case.  I already had a rock hard erection just being next to her, but now it’s raging.

I reach down and tilt her chin, bringing her lips to mine.  I don’t close my eyes to kiss her.  When she wakes up with that surprised look on her face,  I want to be able to see it.  She moans into my mouth, “Mmm, morning Mr. Banks.”

I smirk.  “It’s a good morning, Mrs. Banks.”  I use my tongue to trace her jaw line to her ear, knowing this will surely wake up every last nerve in her body.  “It’s about to be even better, too,” I whisper.  I roll her onto her back, spreading her legs, and climb in between.  I nibble her ear lobe, swirling my tongue behind it, and let my hands wander down to cup her breast. 

Those breasts have always been a perfect fit into mine.  I roll her nipple between my fingers.  She bucks her hips towards mine.  “How do you feel this morning?” I ask in between kisses.

“I haven’t had time to think.”  She reaches down and grabs my erection and brings it to her soaking wet folds.  I’ve not even had a chance to work them over, and she’s already dripping for me.  “My brain can’t think clearly when you do these things to me as soon as I wake up, and you know it.”

“Mhmm.”  I move my hand down and slowly slide my finger over her mound.  “How’s this area feeling?”

“Sore…empty…wanting this…” She pulls my erection closer.  “In there.”

I growl with hunger and need for her.  I was all about giving her the foreplay, but screw foreplay.  I wanted to be gentle with her last night.  I wanted to be tender with her because the thought of hurting her absolutely kills me.  I plan on giving her everything she wants and needs for the rest of our lives, and if she wants this, then by golly she’s going to get it.

“No foreplay, huh?”

“I think we’ve had enough foreplay to last us a lifetime, Mr. Banks.”

With that, I position myself and take her lips into mine as I slide into her tight opening.  I squeeze my eyes closed as we start to move together in harmony…in one accord.  We are connected in a way that I have yearned to connect.  There is no closer intimacy than this for us. 

It solidifies what I had once told her:  last night and today have been a first for me.  I have never, ever made love to a woman like this before.  Sex, yes, I’ve had sex, but this…this is special. 

I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last.  I want her to have release before I do, but with each thrust, those tight muscles clenching around me bring me closer to the edge.  I slow our pace down and caress her face as I kiss her again. 

I reach my hand down and start to massage her sweet spot and her body writhes beneath me.  Yes, this should help push her over the edge.  “Ah,” she moans as she looks me in the eyes briefly before squeezing her eyes closed.  “Bradley,” she exhales as she digs her fingers into my back.

“That’s it, baby,” I encourage her to let go.  “That’s it.”

I feel her shuddering around me, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge.  I rest my forehead on hers, nipping and kissing her as I lose myself in her.  “I love you.”

“I love this,” she whispers.  “And you.”  

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