Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Tales by Rails Blog Tour

I'm pleased to introduce the amazing, the scintillating....(I could go on and on and on...)


First things first: Let's see that cover! Scroll down...









(Keep going!)





(I'm such a jerk lol)







Fresh from a failed marriage, Rhea hops on a train going from Los Angeles to Chicago. It's the perfect

escape from her troubles with the added bonus of meeting a sexy stranger. What begins as innocent

flirtation swiftly escalates to sexual encounters beyond her wildest dreams.

** This erotic romance novella is for adults only! It contains super hot, one-on-one anonymous sex

between two consenting adult characters you'll adore.**

I'm exceedingly lucky because I got to read TALES BY RAILS early, and let me tell you something. Jewel knows how to draw you in, keep you hooked, and soon you're turning the last page, wondering where the time went. She's good. She's really good. Here's my official review for TALES BY RAILS:

Two strangers meet and form a connection--everyone's read a similar story. But the way Jewel tells it had me hooked from the first page, and kept me up late to finish Rhea and Surfer Boy's story. There's plenty of sexual tension, witty banter, sultry scenes, and heartfelt emotion to keep me entertained. I've read this story over a handful of times now. Can't wait to see what happens next!
And here's a little excerpt from TALES BY RAILS!

    "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 repositioned 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...


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?  About a runaway.  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.

Find Jewel on Twitter: @JewelELeonard
Website: jeweleleonard.com

TALES BY RAILS will be available February 15 but you can preorder here!

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