Tales By Rails: Jewel E. Leonard – Blog Tour & Review

 

Debut author Jewel E. Leonard has been writing since the early 1980’s and enjoys reading historical fiction, paranormal and romance. Jewel has developed a special formula for steamy couples readers cannot help but cheer for: Alpha-style leading men who fall in love hard and fast with leading ladies who are feisty, headstrong, disinterested in falling in love and at least a little neurotic.

Jewel live with her husband, two children and their cat in Texas.

Read on to learn 10 fun facts about our author, checkout my review of Tales By Rails and get a little taste of whats to come with an excerpt from Tales By Rails.

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Top Ten With Jewel E. Leonard

1. My longing for success has always earned me a spot in Slytherin when I take those Hogwarts house sorting quizzes online.

2. My poisons of choice are coffee, cola and chocolate. And Red Vines.

3. I’ve been writing since the early 80s. One of the earliest stories I remember writing was about a runaway. Tales by Rails? Some things never change.

4. I have a neck fetish. I may also have a thing for a finely groomed mustache.

5. I wrote smut in elementary school. It was so dirty that when my parents found it, they wouldn’t allow my older brothers to read it. (I didn’t know a thing about what I was writing.)

6. I have a cock collection. My roosters range from ceramic to wood to metal and they are all over my kitchen. My husband always tells me to pick up another decoration when he sees them on sale.

7. I’m writing my dearly departed kitty into a novel. She’s going to be a vampire.

8. I love music. The more I listen, the more I write.

9. Like Surfer Boy, I’ve never stepped foot on a plane. I have traveled much of the United States and into Vancouver, British Columbia. I love road trips and train rides! I collect key chains from states I’ve driven through.

10. No matter how hopeless I feel, no matter how likely I am to fail in this endeavor . . . I will keep going. I always do. As long as the stories are there, I’ll write them.

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Jewel E. Leonard’s Tales by Rails – Review

Title: Tales By Rails

Author: Jewel E Leonard

Genre: Romance, Erotica

My Rating: 5/5

Tales by Rails is a sweet, sexy and very naughty contemporary erotic romance by upcoming author, Jewel E. Leonard.

Newly divorced Rhea, has finally broken free of a loveless and soul crushing marriage, and treats herself to a much needed break. Embarking on a cross country journey of self-discovery, she encounters the handsome Surfer Boy and is soon caught up in a steamy weekend affair. The sexy stranger brings her erotic fantasies to life in a way her ex never could, evoking feelings she has never before experienced.

I couldn’t help but fall for the sweet and sexy Surfer Boy, as Rhea finds herself doing. His initial sense of worldliness and confidence is a sharp contrast to the soft vulnerability he later reveals to Rhea and I found myself eager to learn more about this handsome stranger. Rhea herself is full of insecurities and it was wonderful to see her push all her emotional baggage aside and take a chance of something for herself for the first time in her life.

Tales by Rails truly was really was a pleasure to read, I think that is evident by the fact that I read the entire story in one sitting. Watching Rhea and Surfer Boy navigate the murky waters of anonymous sex kept me smiling throughout the whole book. I agonized almost as much as Rhea did as their time together began rapidly drawing to an end, leaving her to wonder if she should pursue a relationship, or walkaway, leaving Surfer Boy as a pleasant memory to look back on.

My only frustration with Tales by Rails is that I now must wait for the next instalment, in the meantime leaving my imagination to run wild with what Rhea gets up to next.

So, I guess the burning question is, does Rhea pursue a happily ever after? Or will she walk away?

I guess you’ll just have to read Tales by Rails to find out.

Tales By Rails – Excerpt

“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that your ex wasn’t the complimentary type.”

Rhea’s hands traveled down to Surfer Boy’s shoulders where she transitioned into a deep tissue massage. He groaned, bracing himself against the seat. She otherwise failed to acknowledge his statement.

She preferred to leave Mark out of this.

Unlike last night, Rhea watched what she touched. The way his t-shirt pulled and puckered over his skin. Rhea clenched her jaw, making a conscious effort to keep her arousal at bay. But—as they had both demonstrated previously—blood was apt to flow wherever it damn well pleased. Her core throbbed despite her efforts to repress it; the best she could do was to focus on him with what little concentration she had to spare.

She alternated between deep tissue and Swedish massages, at times doing nothing more than running her hands over his muscles and lamenting that he hadn’t taken off his shirt first.

“Oh you are so good at that,” Surfer Boy murmured. “But . . . my thigh’s really cramped.”

“Oh, sure, sure, I’m on it! Turn back around, then.”

He re-positioned himself so that he was sitting in the seat the way its designers intended. Rhea leaned forward and rested her hands on his knees, her v-neck shirt gaping away from her chest. When Surfer Boy inhaled, she saw how his eyes locked onto her exposed skin. “That’s . . . swell,” he breathed.

Her gaze dropped to his crotch: That was swell, too. She smiled. “So which muscle is giving you grief?” Her hands slid up the length of both thighs, stopping so close to his crotch that she could feel the fabric of his shorts straining over his hard-on.

“That one.” Surfer Boy nodded to his left leg.

She slowly assessed his muscle spasm with both hands, her smiling broadening. “You are aware that I can totally tell you’re faking your cramp.”

“How else was I gonna get you to touch me there and still look cool about it?”

“You don’t need to play these games.” Her thumb slid across his zipper. He pushed back from beneath it. “I’m alone in a confined space with you already. You closed the door and the curtains and I didn’t protest either.” Rhea raised her eyebrows pointedly.

Surfer Boy lifted her face by the chin, meeting her gaze. “Kiss me.”

She leaned in, pressing her lips to his; she could swear there was a spark between them, but it was possible that it was just static electricity. Albuquerque—or the air aboard the train, anyway—was dry. He tilted his head, gliding a hand up the nape of her neck. Rhea sighed. She felt him smile against her lips.

“. . . What?” She asked, pulling back.

“I liked that sound. And I wanna hear you make it again.”

“I’m sure there are plenty of ways to make me sigh. Or . . .” Rhea bit her lip. “To get me to make even better sounds.”

“Is . . . that . . . an invitation?”

Oh just screw me already! She chose a more diplomatic reply, instead: “As a general rule, I don’t touch my clients’ willies.”

“As a general rule?”

“Allow me to translate . . . I’ve never done that.” With a coy little smile, she added, “I also don’t go around kissing strangers. You’re the exception to all those rules, so . . .”

“So.” Surfer Boy brushed back her hair, sliding his hand down her neck to her collarbone. Further down he went until he cupped her left breast through her shirt and squeezed it with restraint.

She moaned, her head tipping back. “Yes.”

“Oh that is a better sound.” Surfer Boy kissed the side of her neck. His kisses turned to sucking and she leaned into him with a deeper moan. She shuddered and sighed.

Rhea was having the inarguable need to be free of her underwear…

 

Get your copy of Jewel E. Leonard’s Tales By Rails from Februray 15th @ Amazon, Smashwords or Goodreads

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