No one
writes a rock star book quite like Jade C. Jamison.  Four of
her rock star novels and one short story are collected together for
the first time ever as Backstage Passion.  From the local
indie band scene to the famous multi-platinum album rock gods, from
an innocent young woman playing lead vocalist to a cheating
frontman, Jade weaves a story like no other.

Then Kiss Me:  Casey Williams has left a loveless
marriage and is trying to rebuild her life.  She finds that,
even though you can never go home again, you can find lust again,
and she finds a love interest in Scott, her coworker.  She
also discovers his secret, that he’s a drummer for a heavy metal
band, and falls hard for him…just in time to find that, between his
questionable friends and psychotic maybe-ex-girlfriend, he might
not be the right guy for her.  But her heart beats like a drum
for him, and she finds herself willing to play with fire to get
closer.

Tangled Web:  Katie Logan
has had a secret crush on her best friend Johnny Church since high
school, but he’s never looked at her the same way. So when
Johnny—now a famous rock-and-roll guitarist—comes home to visit,
Katie can’t bring herself to tell him she’s engaged to be married.
She should have, though, because she soon discovers that maybe the
attraction is mutual…

MADversary:
 Megan Walker doesn’t plan to attend her high school reunion,
but her best friend Lisa begs her to come along.  Megan
doesn’t want to risk running into her old boyfriend Tyler Green, a
man who has since become rich and famous as the frontman of a heavy
metal band called Madversary.  Lisa convinces her that Tyler
would never show up for something like a reunion, so Megan gives
in, only to regret it.  Because when Tyler does show up, the
spark reignites, and she doesn’t know that she can bear letting him
go again.

Be Careful What You Wish
For:  Grad student Jessica is given an offer she plans to
refuse—hundreds of dollars to try to seduce an angry wife’s maybe
cheating husband.  But when the price just so happens to cover
Jessica’s much-needed car repairs and she finds hot rocker Kage
irresistible, she decides to give it a try, no matter the ultimate
cost.

Bullet:  An Epic Rock Star
Novel.  What if you discover the man you want is
toxic?

She’d tasted a little bit of
heaven with him, and now they’ve gone through hell and back, but
can their relationship take anymore?

Valerie Quinn is a naïve college
freshman when she meets on-the-rise rock star Ethan Richards.
 He’s an idealistic, handsome, reckless young man, but he’s
captured her heart.  She doesn’t give up on him and eventually
his walls crumble down.  By the time Valerie has given herself
to him completely, she discovers he’s damaged and may be beyond
help.  Can she save Ethan and their relationship before he
implodes, or will he self-destruct and take her with him?

Once
he sat down next to me, he started laughing again, this time
uncontrollably.  I couldn’t figure out what was so funny, but
his laughter was infectious.  Soon I started giggling at him,
and I didn’t finish until my stomach ached.

But then his face got serious again, and he stroked my
cheek.  “Sorry about earlier.  I guess we put you in an
uncomfortable position.  I didn’t know you didn’t smoke
pot.”

“I was accused of being prude in
high school more than once.”

He placed
his hand on my thigh.  “Oh, I don’t think you’re prude, Val.
 You just haven’t met your drug of choice, and you definitely
haven’t met the right guy.”

His hand
was warm.  I was staring at it and deciding if I wanted to
push it off my leg or not.  As usual, though, I couldn’t
resist Brad…flirting with him or anything else.  So I said,
“Meaning you’re the wrong guy?”

He
smirked at me, and I wished I could figure out what he was
thinking.  “Yeah, I’m sure I’m the wrong guy, but I can feel
like the right one if you let me try.”

I don’t know why, but his words were exactly what I
needed to hear in that hazy state, and I felt like the most special
girl in the world then.  Brad had that effect on me, and I
think it’s because I’d never seen him with another female…ever.
 It allowed me to believe him.  Someone like Ethan,
though…it was evident that he loved women, but he loved all of
them.  Whether Brad had designs on other girls or not, I
didn’t know, because I’d never seen him hit on other girls when I
was around.  It was like he only had eyes for me.  And I
don’t have any idea why, because—even though that sexual attraction
was there—I didn’t feel like I was encouraging him at all.  He
knew I was hung up on Ethan.  He’d known that from the first
day I’d met him.

“Did I tell you
already how much I like this skirt?”

In spite of my muddled emotions (or because of them),
I liked his hand on my thigh and a deep, dark part of me that I
would never admit to thought I wouldn’t mind if he moved his hand
even higher.  But I struggled to maintain control.
 Still, I couldn’t stop myself from flirting.  “Your eyes
did.”

He took his hand off my leg and
placed it on the back of my neck while his lips touched mine.
 The passion—yes, it was still there, murky and bottomless,
threatening to consume us both, but somehow he had a grip on
himself.  I didn’t know if it was the pot helping him to slow
down, but this kiss was not like the kisses we’d shared in the
past, as few as they’d been.  This kiss felt like an
exploration…not just of my mouth but of what was between us.
 It was questioning, probing, moving slowly, hoping to find
something.

And, yeah, whether I wanted
to admit it or not, my judgment was impaired, although I don’t
think Brad could have been considered a bad choice for anything.
 But my code—the notion I had that I needed to love the man I
lost my virginity to—was thrown out the window with the too hot air
in his van.

And after luxuriating in
his sweet kisses for several minutes, he kissed my neck, and those
nerves must have been connected to my nipples and my pussy, because
the sensations vibrated to those places and past them to my core.
 Oh, God, I wanted Brad like I’d never wanted anyone else.
 To hell with the code.  So when he said, “Come on up
here,” and placed his hands under my arms to help lift me on his
lap, I went with the flow.  My legs were bent at the knees as
I positioned myself on top of him, straddling him.  Oh, it
would be so easy, and I tingled all over in anticipation of what
was sure to follow.

He started kissing
me again and, in spite of my feeling of relaxation, I could feel my
muscles respond to his touch over my entire body, and I could tell
I was breathing heavier too.  I’d been running my fingers
through his thick, soft hair, but now I decided to act with
abandon.  I felt my way to the bottom of his shirt, but I
wasn’t just going to be coy and run my hand on his skin underneath.
 Oh, no.  I was going to take his shirt off.  I
wanted to feel all of his skin.  I’d never done it, and I knew
he had a firm body and just the slightest amount of hair on his
skin to make him look deliciously masculine.  I’d seen it
enough times that I wanted to touch it.  He leaned forward to
help me and grabbed it too to help pull it off.  And then he
thrust his fingers in my hair followed by his tongue in my mouth
again, and I felt as though every nerve fiber in my body was ready
to start singing.  So when I felt his hands on the bottom of
my t-shirt, I just pulled my head away from him and lifted my arms.
 He set my shirt on top of his on the seat beside us and
placed his hands on my cheeks to pull my mouth to him
again.

I think he knew I needed to
move slowly, because he didn’t just grab my breasts even though
they were right there, and I probably would have let him.
 Instead, he moved his hands to the small of my back and,
while still kissing me, moved them up, just feeling every square
inch of bare skin below my bra strap.

Meanwhile, my hands were enjoying feeling his chest
and abs.  His skin was smooth but firm underneath, and as I
explored, I felt him growing hard underneath me.  Oh…that felt
really nice, the feeling of his penis up against me, right where he
belonged.  His jeans and my panties were all that separated
that joining, because my skirt wasn’t impeding us at all.

He moved his lips to my
neck once again, and I heard a breath of air rush out of my mouth.
 This time, though, he kept moving down and began kissing the
tops of my breasts that weren’t covered by my bra.  Yeah, this
felt way too good to stop.  I was unaware of everything
else—of the almost uncomfortable, stifling warmth in the van, of
the world around us.  It was just Brad and me.

BESTSELLING AMAZON AUTHOR

Jade C. Jamison was born and raised in Colorado,
moved from one city/town to the next, and she’s decided she likes
it so much she wants to stay…although travel is not out of the
question.  She lives in a big town in Colorado (not unlike
Winchester!) with her husband and four children.  She is
working on becoming a crazy cat lady.  Okay, so maybe
not.

Still want more?  Jade has a
bachelor’s degree in English Literature and Theater, a master’s
degree in English, and a master of fine arts in Creative Writing.
 Obviously, she loves school and the student loan folks love
her.  She works in human services by day, teaches English and
creative writing at night, and—in between playing soccer mom and
community leader—writes like a fiend.  Someday soon, she’ll
narrow it down to just writing, but let’s get all those kids off to
college first.

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