Hi guys! I am so excited to welcome author S.E. Jakes here today.  She is here to talk about her latest release, Catch a Ghost, which I reviewed earlier this week and totally loved.  She has brought a great excerpt to share and also an awesome giveaway (can you say Kindle people?).  So please join me in giving her a big welcome!

Hey everyone!!! Thanks to Joyfully Jay for having me here 🙂  I’m on my first Riptide Blogtour to celebrate the release of Catch A Ghost!  It’s the first book in the Hell or High Water series and it’s getting some awesome reviews from old and new readers alike, so that’s really cool for me!

So for Miss Jay, I’m going to give you guys an exclusive excerpt from Catch A Ghost.  This is from the middle of the book.  You can read a really big chunk of the book (first several chapters) here as well.  But this scene…well, when you read the book, you’ll understand why it’s pretty special.


“What’re you doing?” Prophet asked, his voice roughened by lack of sleep rather than sleep itself. For the past half an hour, he’d appeared to be resting with his eyes slightly open, while Tom tried to come down from the sex high that had rolled into the post-migraine drug high.

Tom wondered what the hell Prophet was scared of when he closed his eyes. Knew better than to ask. But he hadn’t been able to resist grabbing a marker to draw on Prophet’s casts. The man hadn’t noticed until Tom was well into covering up the other phone numbers on the casts. Prophet stared between the casts and Tom, gave a small smirk, but didn’t complain.

“Go back to sleep,” he told Prophet, although he was still hazy too, in that place between dreaming and waking, where his body felt good and he wasn’t sure any of this was real. Where he was still high enough not to really give a shit that he was doing something he’d never do if he wasn’t.

But Prophet leaned in to watch him drawing the nautical star that mirrored the one Tom had tattooed over his heart. He’d gotten far enough that you couldn’t see Dale’s phone number any longer. “Nice star.”

“Figured you’d appreciate that.”

“I know you covered the number.”


“Good that I know or good that you covered it?” Prophet asked.


“You’re fucked in the head, Tommy.”

Tom grunted, kept drawing. He was stringing together what was left of the numbers now, mesmerized by the way he was able to connect everything. That’s what he liked most about the work he did—there were patterns in everything, in crimes, in good and evil, in life in general. Sometimes he felt like he could follow those paths forever.

Sometimes he feared they’d lead him down to hell and back.

Haven’t they already?

“You draw your own tats too?” Prophet’s voice grabbed him out of his reverie.

“Some of them.” Tom sketched around the names, using some tribal symbols, a sugar skull, and anything else that struck him. Art tended to mesmerize him and he liked being able to follow his mind’s lead without having to think on it.

“Where’d you get them done?”

“Got a friend in the business.”

“An ex?”

Tom frowned. “Kind of.” The man who’d inked him was truly the last person he wanted to think about, talk about, especially right now. “Don’t you have any exes?”

Prophet laughed. “If I did, you know they’d all be after me. With shotguns.”

“Only the men, or the women too?”

“Take your pick. I’ll fuck anyone for the job, T. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t. But for my personal life, men suit me. Always have.”

“No questions? No angst?”

“Not about that.”

He answered that so easily. But just because it seemed like Prophet had let him in didn’t mean the man had actually let him in. Tom hadn’t been so high that he didn’t know the actual difference.

Prophet reached out to trace the dreamcatcher on Tom’s shoulder and biceps. Tom fought the urge to shudder at the touch, but stopped what he was doing. He could let Prophet trace his tattoos all day long. “You have bad dreams, Tommy?”

Tom didn’t answer, because it didn’t really seem to be a question. Instead, he asked, “Do you want me to draw you one?”

Prophet glanced at him and, after a second’s hesitation, shrugged like it didn’t matter. But it did.

Tom sketched on the inside of Prophet’s right cast, since he’d covered the left with tribal markings and the skull. He started with the circle, a difficult proposition on the surface and the angle, but he managed, filled it in with a similar look to his. And then he drew the feathers carefully, so they curled around like Prophet’s arm like an embrace.

It might’ve taken minutes or hours, but Tom was bleary- eyed when he finished. He looked up and saw Prophet studying it.

“Does it work?” Prophet asked.

“You never know how much worse things could be,” Tom told him.

“Are you always this wise, or is it the meds?”

Tom laughed. “Definitely not always. How long do they have to stay on?”

“Who the fuck knows. I think Doc just does it to torture me. He told me that the next time I take my casts off myself, he’d put them on with pink wrapping. Like that would stop me. Like I’m afraid of pink.” He paused. “Okay, I’m a little afraid of pink. But I’d just wear long gloves or something.”


So I’m having a contest that will run through the end of this blog tour on my website.  In order to be eligible, you just need to leave a comment here!  Actually, you can comment on my blog and any other blogs along this tour and you’ll be entered separately for a chance to win with each comment 🙂

Let’s talk about talisman.  Do you believe in them?  Do you have any good luck charms?  (I do for sure!)

About SE Jakes

SE Jakes writes m/m romance. She believes in happy endings and fighting for what you want in both fiction and real life. She lives in New York with her family and most days, she can be found happily writing (in bed). No really…

You can contact her the following ways:

You can email her at authorsejakes@gmail.com

You can post to her Facebook page: Facebook.com/SEJakes

You can Tweet her: Twitter.com/authorsejakes

You can post on her Goodreads Group: Ask SE Jakes

You can follow her Tumblr page: sejakes.tumblr.com

Truth be told, the best way to contact her is by email or in blog comments.  She spends most of her time writing but she loves to hear from readers!

About Catch A Ghost

catch a ghostThe past can only hold you hostage if you let it…

Everyone knows that Prophet—former Navy SEAL, former CIA spook, full-time pain in the ass—works alone and thinks only about the trouble he can cause. But his boss, Phil Butler of Extreme Escapes, LTD., has just assigned Proph not only a new partner but also a case haunted by ghosts from Proph’s past. Suddenly, he’s got to confront them both head on.

Tom Boudreaux—failed FBI agent, failed sheriff, full time believer in bad luck—is wondering why the head of a private contracting firm has hunted him down to offer him a job. Still he’s determined to succeed this time, despite being partnered with Prophet, EE, LTD’s most successful, lethal, and annoying operative, and even though the case is also resurrecting his own painful past.

Together, Prophet and Tom must find a way to take down killers in the dangerous world of underground cage matches, while fighting their own dangerous attraction. And when they find themselves caught in the crossfire, these two loners are forced to trust each other and work together to escape their ghosts . . . or pay the price.

You can read and excerpt and purchase at Riptide books!  Book 2 in the series, Long Time Gone, is also up for preorder from Riptide here.


As S.E. mentioned, she is offering an amazing giveaway!  The grand prize, is a Kindle Paperwhite,  second prize is a $25 Amazon gift certificate, and third prize is a $10 Amazon gift certificate.  You can enter here and in a bunch of other places, including all the tour stops and on S.E.’s blog.  So don’t miss you chance for one of these awesome prizes.  The contest will end the last day of the tour and the winners will be picked within 24 hours.

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