Ever run naked somewhere during college?

 Find out all about Jessica Jefferson (including if she ever streaked naked across a college campus) and her new novel…

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Keep reading to find out if she ever ran naked…anywhere!

   Do you have a pet? 

     My dog’s name is Petey and he’s an English bulldog.  He thinks he’s head of household.  When I run a bath, he’ll jump in.  When we open up a car door, he’ll jump in the seat.  Petey

And that’s the only time he jumps.  Petey is actually incredibly lazy.  He likes to lay down and watch television, he goes for short distance walks, and requires air conditioning.  We once made the mistake of taking him camping – we actually had to put a piece of carpet down on the dirt for him to get comfortable.  

Petey is so cute.

 Where does your novel take place? Why did you choose that location? Have you ever been there?

     shutterstock_118618417I write regency, so of course my novels take place in London.  I found this picture on Shutterstock and had to have it! 

I try to capture the splendor of an English garden, but my words just can’t do justice to these works of art.  

Gorgeous!

 If you had one do-over in your life, what would it be? 

I would love to do college over.  When I went away, I was convinced I wanted to be an English teacher, and write.  But then I went college crazy and my plans went a bit awry after that.  Knowing that I needed to get done with college quickly to make up for “the lost years”, I switched my major and abandoned writing for a while. Purdue pic

 

With that said – there were some good times. 

 

This pic looks kind of risqué, but I’m pretty sure I was wearing a bathing suit.

Hah! Not sure I agree about the bathing suit claim!

 And now find out about Jessica’s latest novel published by…

 

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 Taming Miss Tisdale Blurb

Miss Tamsin Tisdale believes herself to be completely unsuitable for London life. After a myriad of social mishaps, and the potential ruination of her family name, she’s shipped away to her cousin’s northern estate. Only after she accepts the type of existence Society dictates she must follow will she be welcomed home.

Marcus Winston, the Duke of Grayson, has a lackluster reputation. The last in a dying line, he’s endured a protected life—rank with privilege, but encumbered by isolation. After a brief encounter with rebellion, he learns the devastating consequences of his carelessness and willingly accepts living life from inside his gilded cage.

However, a chance meeting with the brazen Miss Tisdale gives Marc the opportunity to reinvent himself into the man he’s always dreamed of being. But when his deception comes to light, and ghosts from both their pasts threaten to unravel the intimacy they’ve come to cherish, will either of them set their fears aside long enough to embrace love? Or will Miss Tisdale’s stubbornness divide them?

 Excerpt from Taming Miss Tisdale:

Marc watched the faint outline come across the dense morning fog, becoming more discernible as it approached. The tall, thin figure was riding along at a perilous speed, given the morning’s lack of visibility. He thought perhaps it was some gangly young man misguided in the fog. It wouldn’t be the first time someone accidentally stumbled upon the vast property that made up his family’s immodest estate.

Then the fog parted in an almost biblical manner, revealing his gross inaccuracy.

Were those … breasts?

Marc closed his eyes and thought for a moment. Typically, women didn’t ride alone at such an hour and they certainly didn’t wander unexpectedly across his property. It’d been quite a while, his last birthday to be exact, since his last intimate encounter with a woman—a gift, compliments of St. Regis—so there was always the possibility that perhaps his half-drunk, sex-starved mind had conjured up the sensual image.

He shook his head, opened his eyes, and looked back again toward the horizon.

Yes, those were most certainly breasts.

And she was most definitely not a young man. The woman’s riding habit pulled taut against her body as she raced toward him. Her hair was blowing behind her—various hues of auburn and gold, like wild flames curling about in the wind. Then a decidedly feminine voice burst through the morning’s silence, interrupting his self-doubt.

“Oh, thank goodness I found you!”

This was no mirage. She was indeed very real.

And very loud.

 I absolutely loved this book!

 I’d never read any of Jessica’s books before, but fell in love instantly. I read Taming Miss Tisdale without having read the first in the series, Compromising Miss Tisdale, and I had no trouble following the story. I will be buying the first in the series and anxiously await anymore to follow. After the ending in Taming Miss Tisdale, I’m quite sure the next will be about Rose Tisdale and the rake! Jessica, hurry and write it!

I highly recommend this book.

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New ImageJessica Jefferson makes her home in northern Indiana, or as she likes to think of it—almost Chicago. She is heavily inspired by classic sweeping, historical romance novels, but aims to take those key emotional elements and inject a fresh blend of quick dialogue and comedy. She invites you to visit her at http://jessicajefferson.com and contact her for news on upcoming releases, appearances, and more.

 

Thank you so much, Jessica, for being here and letting us get to know you! I still think you were in your birthday suit in that picture. 🙂

 

 

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