Jolie James was a marketing consultant before she erupted onto the erotica scene, and her readers couldn’t be happier that she made the transformation from office professional to erotica goddess. Her titles for Steam Books and other publishers have her readers hot and bothered and moaning for more.
And more from Jolie James:
THE PRESIDENT'S DESSERT
The stress of governing the nation taking its toll on the President, he finds himself in the arms of a handsome young White House chef... but fails to see the cliff looming just out of sight.
GHOSTLY PENETRATION
When a man finally buys his first home, he is surprised by intense dreams about a young man from the house’s past. The dreams are simply a precursor to a paranormal encounter between the new owner and a lost and suffering soul. His dreams evolve into apparitions, and the spirit touches his body and soul... especially his body.
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Growing up, Jordan was so much more than my neighbor. He was my best friend, my arch nemesis, and almost a closer family member than some of my cousins.
We lived across the street from one another in a sprawling subdivision of cookie cutter houses that came with their own rulebook on neighborhood living. Over the years, pink letters from the association were often taped to our front doors, claiming that our mudslide, tree fort, or string-can radios were offending fellow residents. We found the rest of our universe under similar restrictions. There was no skateboarding, rollerblading, or fun allowed at any of the public parks. Our school was a locked campus with a fake security force, under-qualified teachers, and oppressive principles. Jordan constantly found ways to push against boundaries. His spirit was too rambunctious to survive in such a small controlled environment. It’s no wonder he left town as soon as he could.
As kids, we were inseparable. When we got into middle school, our social circles began to change, and we became each other’s cornerstone of reality. After school, in the hot afternoons, Jordan and I would go through our days play by play. We compared experiences, opinions, and helped each other with the best game plans we could come up with. Between the two of us, we made sense of most of middle school and carried the friendship through to high school. Once we were there, Jordan played sports. I played scholastic bowl. Over time, our friendship faded to the point where we merely nodded at one another from across the street when we got into our separate cars to go to the same place. The day he left town, I didn’t realize he was even moving until I saw him loading his car from my window.
It was only two months after graduation. I remember watching him for a moment, thinking maybe he was just lugging stuff around. Then I saw his bass guitar and amp get tucked underneath a few hampers of clothes in his back seat.