Today I am so pleased to welcome Jodi Payne to Joyfully Jay. Jodi has come to talk to us about her latest release, Mergers & Acquisitions. She has also brought along a great giveaway. Please join me in giving Jodi a big welcome!
I’m Jodi Payne and excited to be here to celebrate the release of Mergers & Acquisitions! If you don’t know my work, I write mostly MM contemporaries and BDSM. With my coauthor, B.a. Tortuga, I also write MM romances between cowboys and city boys in a range of subgenres.
Mergers & Acquisitions is a standalone, super romantic, opposites attract romance that features Teague, a New York City corporate lawyer, and Jason, an exotic dancer (Jason’s stage name is “Dallas”, as you will see in the excerpt I’ve got for you). There’s funny banter and angsty moments, some adorable “awww” moments and a few moments that will set your Kindle on fire.
I love Teague and Jason and I hope you do too!
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Teague walked past one club and then another, settling on one he’d only been to a couple of times. The Wiggle Room had a reputation for walking the razor’s edge. The place also had a reputation for being hard to get into, so he straightened his jacket but loosened his tie and opened a button at his throat. He ran his fingers through his dark hair as he stood in the entrance line, working on that rakish-but-loaded vibe, wanting to look like he was ready to spend his money.
“You’re alone?” The bouncer looked him over, head to toe.
“Rough day, looking to have a drink, and blow off some steam.” Teague pressed a fifty into the guy’s palm along with his license, and the guy gave him his ID right back and stamped his hand.
“Came to the right place.”
“I’m sure of it.” Teague made his way inside. The music was loud, the dance floor busy, and the bar was lit up and crowded. He made his way over to see if he could find a spot to settle, and he was finally able to shoulder in right as a couple moved away. He slid onto a barstool that was still warmed by the ass that had just left it.
He pulled out his credit card and set it on the bar in front of him, and a bartender was over in an instant. One of four behind the bar tonight.
The bartender was a fine specimen of man. Easily six feet plus with broad shoulders. His muscle top was tight, and his shorts were tighter. “Tab?”
“I beg your pardon?” Teague looked over at the young man in the cowboy hat who’d appeared at his side, noticing right off how stacked the guy was. Short, but well-built, a good couple of inches shorter than Teague. A sleeveless shirt showed off major biceps, and the guy’s thighs seemed ready to pop right out of his cutoffs.
“Wall Street?” The cowboy asked and leaned an elbow on the bar.
“How about…investment banker?”
He snorted. “How long are you going to keep this up?”
“Until you tell me.” The cowboy’s smile was flirtatious and coy.
Teague raised an eyebrow. “Attorney.” A soon-to-be unemployed one.
“Well, I’ll be. I could’ve kept right on guessing. I’d’ve got it eventually, but you don’t look like a man with a whole lot of patience right now.”
The cowboy had that right. “Tie gave me away, huh?”
“Nah, the perfect hair.” The guy reached for Teague’s already loose tie and slowly untied the knot entirely, rolled the silk fabric around one hand, and stuffed it into Teague’s jacket pocket. “There. Now, doesn’t that feel better?”
Teague knew the game here; this pretty dancer with the brilliant smile wanted him to shell out big bucks for a private lap dance. Everybody had to make a living, right? “It does.”
Teague’s drink arrived, and the cowboy nodded approvingly. “What’s your name, Wall Street?”
“I’m an attorney. I actually work in Midtown, not in the financial district.” Why the hell did that even matter? He wasn’t interested in small talk.
The cowboy shrugged. “All the same to me, honey. I’m Dallas.”
Dallas. Sure. If the man was born below the Mason-Dixon line, it wasn’t any farther south than Baltimore. He was more like good old down-home Jersey City. “Teague.”
“What kind of name is Teague?”
“It’s Irish.” His name actually meant “handsome,” which he’d tried to use a few times as a pickup line, but it had never worked.
“May I?” Dallas lifted the cherry from his glass and dangled it between his fingers.
The cowboy smiled at him and caught the cherry with his teeth and tugged off its stem. “Ooh. Leon’s givin’ you the good stuff right off.” Dallas licked his mischievous fingers.
Of course he was. Teague was a man with cash to burn who probably looked like he knew a good whiskey. Leon wanted to make a buck too, right? A couple of drinks in, Leon would switch to the cheap shit, figuring Teague would be just drunk enough not to notice.
Well, the joke was on Leon. Teague didn’t actually know a thing about whiskey, except that it burned just right going down and was going to help him forget his day. Leon could have given him the cheap shit right off the bat, and he’d have neither noticed nor cared. He picked up his drink, took a long gulp, and loosened another button on his shirt.
New York attorney Teague Whitaker is so close to making equity partnership he can taste it. He’s spent two years cultivating a relationship with the Avenstone Group and he’s finally landed them, bringing in a big-money deal in a big-money industry.
Jason Kovacs is…from Jersey. He’s been a barista, a bike messenger, a third-shift stocker at D’Agostino. He tries out new jobs and quits them all the time, not because he hates them, but because he doesn’t love them. But that changes when he lands a job dancing at The Wiggle Room.
When Teague bellies up to the bar, Jason can tell he’s had a bad, bad day. Jason also knows money when he sees it, so he swoops in on the polished hottie, hoping to make bank. Stunned by the unexpected loss of his career-making deal, Teague is there to drink. He’s looking for a distraction, and chatting up the buff and pretty boy that just swiped the cherry from his whiskey sour is a damn good start.
Neither expects sparks to fly with one unplanned kiss, but that’s just the beginning of the unexpected for Teague and Jason. They’re from the same city, but they’re living in two different worlds. Their relationship may be unconventional, but if they can meet in the middle—halfway between Wall Street and Jersey—they just might make it work.
Jodi Payne takes herself way too seriously and has been known to randomly break out in song. Her men are imperfect but genuine, stubborn but likable, often kinky, and frequently their own worst enemies. They are characters you can’t help but fall in love with while they stumble along the path to their happily ever after. For those looking to get on her good side, Jodi’s addictions include nonfat lattes, Malbec and tequila any way you pour it.
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