Today I am so pleased to welcome Cara Dee to Joyfully Jay. Cara has come to talk to us about The Shepherd: The Game Series #6. Please join me in giving a big welcome!


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The crowd thinned out a bit the closer we got to the stage area. People were here for the rides, food, and games, but that didn’t mean the bands playing did so without an audience. The concerts were held at the bottom of a hill, creating nature’s own amphitheater, and I guessed some two hundred people were enjoying the rock band currently on stage.

The lawn wasn’t lit up whatsoever, something I wasn’t gonna complain about.

“Over there?” Archie pointed toward a remote corner without many people nearby.

I smirked and nodded with a dip of my chin.

He dug out his sweater along the way, only it was a hoodie with a zipper. “Beggars can’t be choosers.” He unzipped the hoodie and fanned it out on the grass.

Hm. I was unfortunately on a deadline here, so I had a better idea. I bent down and flipped the hoodie so a short end faced the stage.

His shy grin was back, and he dropped his backpack next to me before taking a seat where I wanted him. Fuck, that was much better. Not to mention transparent. My intentions couldn’t be clearer.

“Lean back against me,” I murmured.

I caught him shivering.

As soon as his back pressed against my chest, I planted my hands in the grass behind me and turned my gaze skyward in a silent plea for patience and mercy. And I wasn’t religious in the slightest. But suddenly, I wanted too many things at once, and I had virtually no time to get them.

The timing was shit.

I could sense Archie wasn’t entirely relaxed, but he was getting there.

“What music do you like?” he wondered.

I hummed. “This sounds pretty good.” Soft rock with a bit of country thrown in. “It usually depends on what I’m doing. Country rock, metal, whatever’s playing on the radio—I’m not picky. You?”

“Same,” he answered. “Except for metal. It’s just angry noise.”

I chuckled.

He tilted his head to my shoulder and peered up at me with a crooked little smile.

Fucking hell, he was sexy. For a moment, we just looked at each other in the darkness, and   Those eyes were a killer. The dimples even more so. And the dark stubble against his pale skin—okay, so everything about him called out to me.

My heart thrummed a bit faster. The air felt hotter.

I dipped down slowly and felt him tremble right before I ghosted my lips over his. Despite my urge to eat him alive, I refused to rush. I wanted to savor every bit of him that I claimed, so I kissed him unhurriedly, teasingly, and as if we had all the time in the world. And he didn’t try to push me. He melted against me and seemed just as content as I was to appreciate the moment.

He sucked in an unsteady breath, and I took advantage. I swept the tip of my tongue into his mouth and felt him shuddering, triggering one for me too.

“We weren’t supposed to listen to the music, were we?”

I grinned quickly. “There’s music?”

He exhaled a laugh, before I deepened the kiss further. That earned me a soft little moan from him. Yeah, good luck pacing myself now. I let my hand drop down his front; I stroked his chest and his abs, then snuck under his tee to feel his stomach properly.

Christ, this boy was trouble.


The Game Series | Book 6 | Standalone | Second Chances| Hurt/comfort | High-Protocol | M/s Family | MMM

Get cozy and strap in for the family side of a kinkster’s life puzzle, where the kids have homework before the grown-ups can sneak in some playtime, where three men share a dream they barely dare believe in, and where you bring out the toy bag when the little ones take a nap.

I was fresh out of boot camp and somewhere in the desert when I started picturing what my life after the Marines would look like. I’d always wanted a big family and a place out in the sticks.

At forty-five, I could only scratch my head and wonder what the hell had happened. I knew I should be grateful. I had my farmhouse. Rescue dogs and chickens too. I had a rowdy bunch nieces and nephews. I had amazing friends. I’d started a kink community with some of them. But it killed me to come home to an empty house at the end of the day. It hurt that nobody seemed to be interested in anything beyond pain sessions and casual playtime. Even my best friend Sloan pulled away from me. He was struggling to make ends meet with four kids, and I had a big house. They should move in with me, dammit.

I guess it made perfect sense that after so many years of wondering, waiting, and grumbling, a single week changed it all. My “the one who got away” showed up at a kink event, and Sloan shared a drunken confession that screwed with my head.

It was time to improvise, adapt, and…start believin’ in pipe dreams.

The Game Series is a BDSM series where romance meets the reality of kink. Sometimes we fall for someone we don’t match with, sometimes vanilla business gets in the way of kinky pleasure, and sometimes we have to compromise and push ourselves to overcome trauma and insecurities. No matter what, one thing is certain. This is not a perfect world—and maybe that’s why the happily ever after feels so good.

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Romance Across the Spectrum.

I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.

There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly.

Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve.

I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, cooking, baking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and family, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

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