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Title: The Wild Ones

Author: Joey Jameson

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 11/09/2021

Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex

Pairing: M/NB

Length: 66500

Genre: Thriller, LGBTQIA+, contemporary, crime, suspense, writer, domestic abuse, murder plot, life insurance, Brighton, Saint Lucia

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Description

Chorus Grace thought he had it all; a successful career, a beautiful home, a handsome husband… But even diamonds can cut like a knife.

One day Chorus realizes the facade of his picture-perfect life has begun to show cracks and it becomes violently clear that the strong and trusting man with whom he shares his bed might be a complete and utter stranger.

The Wild Ones will spin you into a twisted web of darkness where in the heat of desire, love can become deception when a fantasy goes too far.

Excerpt

The Wild Ones
Joey Jameson © 2021
All Rights Reserved

Chorus loved this time of day in Brighton, just as the sun was starting to reveal itself in the sky above the Marina. It was his favourite time to walk along the beach.

It was late July, but the air was crisp and cool as it drifted in off the sea, ruffling his long blond hair and brushing softly against his tanned legs. The pebbles beneath his flip-flops crunched as he walked along, savouring the quiet and the spaciousness of his surroundings. The beach was practically bare this early in the morning, with most people favouring the long and winding promenade to jog or walk upon rather than the rocky shoreline. But despite the chilly temperature, Chorus much preferred being as close to the water as possible.

He pulled his oversized, slouchy knit cardigan closer around him for warmth against the morning breeze as he looked out to sea.

Although the cosmopolitan seaside city of Brighton had been his home ever since he could remember, he never tired of looking out at the rolling waves of the ocean. Whether contemplating his problems and worries or sifting through thoughts and memories, it was as if the water held the answers to all of life’s questions and all he had to do was be present and listen.

He paused for a moment to appreciate the beauty of the crystal waters that were just starting to shimmer as the climbing sun’s rays caressed the choppy sea beneath. Seagulls chased each other in the air above his head, crying their endless call in their unfamiliar language before disappearing over the tall buildings lining Marine Parade, their whitewashed fronts also beginning to illuminate as day broke.

Chorus’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his mobile phone’s alarm going off in his pocket. He reached inside the pocket of his denim cut-off shorts to pull out the phone. He silenced the alarm and spied the time on the display screen.

Six-thirty a.m.

He’ll be up soon.

Chorus sighed as he took in one more big breath of fresh sea air, his eyes drinking in as much of the view as they could, before he turned on his heel and began the short trek back up to his house to prepare His breakfast. He estimated about fifteen minutes before He was showered and dressed and downstairs waiting at the breakfast bar. He sped up as he manoeuvred the pebbly beach in his Havaianas, wishing he had worn trainers instead to help him move quicker.

Chorus knew how much He hated it when he was late.

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Meet the Author

Joey Jameson lives in Brighton, UK; a world of decadence, glamour and intrigue. He believes life is better when drizzled with naughtiness and drenched in layer upon layer of sparkling glitter. His work is best appreciated with a hard drink and the lights down low and will leave you wondering just what goes on in that twisted little mind of his. He is the author of Candy from Strangers, Blackout, Twisted and Interview with the Porn Star.

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Guest Review: Sunburnt by Joey Jameson

Lenox Winter is the son of rock royalty. Although born into the London elite, his laid-back style and relaxed vibe has always made him feel better suited for something or somewhere outside of the legacy his parents have built. Some place where the sun shines all year long and the people move to a different beat. Ibiza.

Far away from the busy streets and dreary skies of London rests the white isle. Home to hedonism, immaculate sandy beaches, and utter tranquility. While holidaying on the island with a group of his best friends, and desperate to leave behind the stresses of London as well as the harmful memories of his ex, he meets Lyric; a man who epitomises the bohemian vibe of his beloved Ibiza.

As romance quickly blossoms between the two, Lenox begins to feel that he may have finally found someone special to help him escape the suffocating clutches of his life in the UK. But when things take a drastic turn, both begin to realise that there are two sides to every person and that some things are better kept hidden.

Sunburnt is a story of romance, intrigue, and deep twisted secrets that takes the idea of a holiday romance to catastrophic new heights.

Reviewer: NeRdyWYRM

Twisty McTwisterson

This was not what I expected. The blurb doesn't exactly lend itself to giving readers a better idea of what this book is about, but honestly, I don't see how it could be less misleading without giving too much away. Long story short, in totality, this is not a romance. It's really more of a thriller with romantic elements.

The writer does a really good job of fleshing out the characters and also the setting. I have been to Ibiza and I swear, I could smell the ocean and the sunscreen; I could feel the hot sand and hear the music. I felt like the author stepped into my memories and dropped the characters right in the middle of them. The descriptions were very, very successful.

As for the MCs, Lenox ... well, Lenox kind of pissed me off. I absolutely could not blame him for wanting to live it up. Ibiza really does lend itself well to that kind of thing. What I did not like was the way he basically blew his friends off. Although it was kind of hard to be mad at him at all considering what happened later, it was still a douche move. Since getting led around by your *cough* less intelligent head seems to be a common trait, I believed it, I just didn't like it.

Lyric would have been hard to pass up regardless, and was an interesting character the whole time. I felt the chemistry and the guys were really hot and sweet together. That nostalgic summer beach-y romance feel hit me right in the solar plexus. I know what that feels like.

What does surprise me a little is that I had kind of a vibe about Lyric from the beginning, like something was a little off, even though I couldn't put my finger on it. There was little or no foreshadowing to support that feeling so I was blindsided. I expected things to continue as they began.

Yeah, not so much. Eep!

Sure, this was a little bit of a romance and a whole lot of thriller, but when I left it, I was just sad. Had I known what it actually was, I'm not sure I would have read it. I can't really say much more without spoiling the major plot twist, but let's just say I like for everybody to be alive when I'm done reading something that's supposed to be a "romance".

And on that note, I'll stop yapping at the book and get straight to the recommendation.

If you're looking for love, or hot beach bodies, or fun, sun, and sand, you'll get that here. If you're looking for mystery, suspense, and a little bit of a crazy ride, you'll get that too. If you're looking for an HEA, well, you'll have to look elsewhere.

Is this a good book. Yes. It just wasn't what I expected. If you keep in mind the ^^wills and won'ts^^ you'll be just fine, and if nothing else, you can do a little imaginary traveling to a beautiful out of the way Spanish island in the Mediterranean.

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Review: Dirty Talk by Joey Jameson

Vegas is a hot phone sex operator who knows just how to make your deepest, darkest fantasies come true either with a gentle whisper in your ear or with a rough growling command. When he’s in control, you know you’re in good hands. Vegas can tickle or scratch whatever itch or fetish a caller can throw at him.

But his job at the exclusive ‘Black Vanilla’ has its dark side, which becomes all too clear when Vegas receives a call one night that hits a little too close to home.

Somewhere out there, someone’s watching him. Someone who’s taken their fantasy one step too far. It isn’t long before Vegas finds himself entangled in a web of dark and dangerous obsession. An obsession that can only end one way.

“Dirty Talk” will take you deep into the world of stimulating oral desire and blur the lines that exist between our ultimate fantasies and harsh reality.

There are a couple of things I need to make clear right off the bat. This is not a romance, and the ending is very ambiguous. That being said there are a number of hot sex scenes and the mystery is very clever.

So, Vegas works at a New York City phone-sex call centre called Black Vanilla. He does this happily and has made a lot of friends there. One day he starts getting very creepy calls from someone who… let's just say isn’t too concerned about Vegas’ health and wellbeing.

So the story revolves around the stalker and how that situation slowly escalates, and I have to say it was done very well. I was definitely freaked out! Vegas didn’t shrug it off as nothing and attempt to be hero and although he was definitely scared, he didn’t let it run his life. I liked that, it felt more realistic.

Now Vegas... Vegas, Vegas, Vegas, he sure does get around in this book, I swear everyone finds him attractive and he finds everyone attractive.

The sex was hot though! I even liked that we got a variety of people. Once again I guess it felt kind of realistic for a single gay man in New York and his progression of relationships did help progress the story.

There are a few problems I had with this story. Honestly it's probably most things other than the sex and the stalker. I felt the story lagged a bit to begin with. We were introduced to about 10 different characters and given an info dump for each character as well as Vegas’ history, and I get why all that's important, it just felt too clumped together. Also, the third person POV constantly pulled me out of the story. It's definitely not my favourite narrative style.

The characters felt a bit fake, maybe because they were all rich high-class, super good looking, gay men working at a phone sex centre. I mean, I’m sure the people actually working at these places aren’t all models, otherwise they wouldn’t be doing the sex over the phone, am I right?!? But really, I didn’t connect with Vegas greatly.

Then of course there’s the ending. It frustrates me to no end when I don’t get a conclusion to a mystery. I scoured all the other reviews out there for this book, and no one had any other insights that could put all my thoughts to rest.

This is why I recommend reading this review (or other reviews) so you’re prepared for the ending. If people go into reading this with the ambiguous ending in mind, I think it might get rated much higher.

I’m rounding this up to 3.5 (even though it feels like a 3) mainly because there were no flaws in the actual story told and the mystery was very engaging, which is the main point of the book. Once again, I think if I had taken the time to read some reviews and therefore been more prepared starting this, I might have rated it higher.

A review copy was provided in exchange for an honest opinion.

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Author Bio

Joey Jameson lives in Brighton, UK; a world of decadence, glamour and intrigue. He believes life is better when drizzled with naughtiness and drenched in layer upon layer of sparkling glitter. His work is best appreciated with a hard drink and the lights down low and will leave you wondering just what goes on in that twisted little mind of his.

He is the author of Candy from Strangers, Blackout, Twisted and Interview with the Porn Star.

Stay tuned for more scintillating work to come your way soon…

Email: misterjoeyjameson@gmail.com

Website: www.joeyjameson.com

Twitter: @joeyjameson

Facebook: www.facebook.com/joeyjamesonauthor

Excerpt

Joey Jameson © 2016

All Rights Reserved

The familiar beeping in his headset stirred Vegas from his own thoughts. He was somewhere other than in that chair, chewing on his nails and twisting a long piece of expensively highlighted blond hair between his index and middle fingers. He was somewhere warm and sunny, sipping on a sickly-sweet cocktail and enjoying the feeling of the sun on his already tanned skin. The longer his eyes remained closed, the more intensely real the scenario became; the feeling of the hard-back chair he was sitting in melted away and was replaced with the comforting and luxurious feeling of a soft, plush chaise lounge. The scent of stale coffee and bad cologne wafted away, and a breeze carried in the aroma of fresh, salty sea air. Instead of moans and groans being faked from the cubicles around him, he swore he could detect the faint cries of seagulls in the distance.

The beep sounded again in his ear, louder this time and almost more persistent, as if it became more aggravated the longer it went unanswered. His big blue eyes fluttered open only to be assaulted by bright, unflattering fluorescent lighting. Vegas let out a long sigh and looked around at his surroundings, blindly finding the answer button on his computer screen with his fingers. There was a faint crackling as the line was connected, followed by a silent pause.

That was always the worst part. The beginning. No matter how many years Vegas had been doing his job, the first few moments of each call were always the trickiest; both parties unsure how to proceed and nerves getting the best of the caller. If they could get past the first awkward silence, then it was certainly a lot more fun. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, breathing into the headset.

“You’ve landed with Vegas,” he whispered in his most sultry tone. “What’s your pleasure?”

Silence. Except for the sound of shallow breathing.

Vegas knew the type; excitement was settling in as the caller began to realise the possibilities of the situation he’d just gotten himself into.

Where will you take it, handsome?

“Hey, how you doing tonight, hot stuff?” Vegas tried again as he ran through all the possible lines he could throw out to get the caller talking. “My name’s Vegas, you lookin’ for a good time tonight?”

More breathing on the other end. Ragged and short, as if he was jogging or something.

But Vegas knew he wasn’t jogging. He was pumping his fist, Vegas could tell. He let a few more seconds pass, and then instead of talking, he decided to let out a few soft moans of pleasure to signal to the caller that he was into it, too.

That always gets them going.

“Your name’s Vegas,” said the voice on the other end finally. He sounded husky and gruff. And manly.

Vegas couldn’t decide if it was a question or a statement, so he just went with it.

“Yeah, baby,” he cooed softly.

“Never been,” the caller said simply.

“Well, tonight’s your lucky night,” Vegas added with a soft giggle.

“Let’s hope so.”

His voice was low; his words were accentuated and brief, like it took effort to keep it that way. To Vegas, a sexy voice was all he needed to get into a call. It always helped if he compared the voice to that of a celebrity.

“So what you look like?” the caller asked.

Brad Pitt. This guy sounds like Brad Pitt.

“Hmm, what do you want me to look like?”

If he wanted to keep the guy on the phone, it paid to throw that question back on the caller.

“I like muscles,” he muttered, as if through gritted teeth.

This guy sounds close already.

“Well, then this is your lucky night baby, ’cause I’m nothing but muscle. Hard, slick, smooth, and beautifully built.” Vegas shot out adjective after adjective, stressing each one as if they were satin-covered kisses.