My second Amber Quill Press book is out today (Amber Heat) – How to Save a Life.




Marli McKinnon returns to Cactus Jack’s Saloon, hoping to find the man who murdered her best friend. Instead she meets another stranger - a big, gorgeous man with whom she shares a surprising connection, to whom she’s unwillingly attracted.

FBI Special Agent Trey Nicholson’s life was ripped apart by the biggest screw-up of his career. When Trey realizes with horror that the serial killer he let get away has killed again, he too feels a need to do something. Each motivated by guilt, Trey and Marli work together to try to find the killer before he kills again...before he kills Marli.


Trey would be absolutely mortified by this, but he’s up for Hottest Hero at The Romance Studio - Summer 2009 – go vote for him! Trey’s a bossy, overprotective FBI agent who saves Marli’s life more than once. Only he doesn’t realize she’s not the only one who needs saving - and there’s more than one way to save a life.

Here’s a photo that inspired Trey…

Contest!!

Okay this one’s tricky, so I’m leaving it open indefinitely. The first one to email me at info@kellyjamieson.com and answer this question wins a free download of How to Save a Life:

Which of my other books has a small connection to How to Save a Life, and what is the connection?

HINT: You don’t have to have read How to Save a Life, just the excerpt on the Amber Heat website , or my website but you would have to read the other book….

July 26

Amber Quill Press

Here's a sneak peek at the story...and stay tuned for something really cool about the pyschopathic serial killer villain in this story!

She was looking for a man.
Marli couldn’t sit at home submerged in grief and guilt any longer. Returning to the location of her ultimate shame made her skin crawl and her stomach tighten unpleasantly, but she didn’t know how else to get out of the sinkhole her life had become, how else to dig herself out of this crater of depression and blame.
She surveyed Cactus Jack’s Saloon, scanning the face of every man leaning against a rough wooden post chatting up a woman, every guy sitting at the long bar nursing a beer, every male partner two-stepping on the dance floor to the twang of steel guitars.
Marli swept her gaze across the crowded tables. From her seat at the end of the bar, she had a view of the entire saloon. Perfect.
She sipped her Diet Coke. She liked sleek, sexy clubs with throbbing techno dance music and people dressed in trendy clothes, not blue jeans and cowboy boots. But Cactus Jack’s had been Krista’s favorite place.
Memories of the last night she’d been there played through Marli’s head like a movie trailer. Krista laughing and dancing with that guy…Ron. The way Ron had looked Marli up and down. Krista accusing her of flirting with Ron. Krista leaving with Ron, and the way he’d turned and smirked at Marli as they’d walked out.
Marli shuddered.
Someone slid onto the bar stool next to her, and Marli’s stomach jolted with nerves. Her gaze flew to his face, expecting dark eyes and a blond moustache. But she met flame-blue eyes in a clean-shaven face. Strong. Square jaw, nice mouth. Gorgeous.
She drew in a shaky breath and turned away from the handsome stranger, relief and adrenaline sliding through her body.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “Didn’t mean to startle you. Is this seat taken?”
“No.” She didn’t look at him. He wasn’t what she was looking for. She tightened her grip on the icy-slick glass of cola and directed her gaze back out to the rowdy bar.
“Are you meeting someone here?” the man asked. “If he shows up, just let me know and I’ll move.”
“I’m not meeting anyone,” she said quietly. “I’m kind of looking for someone, but he’s not here.”
“Well, if you see him, just let me know.”
Yeah, right. “Sure.”
The bartender appeared in front of them. “Surf Coast Pale Ale,” the stranger requested. “Can I order food here?”
“You bet.” The bartender slapped a laminated menu onto the bar, looked at Marli. “Another Diet Coke?”
She nodded, swirled the melting ice in her glass and finished it off.
“I’ll have a steak—medium rare. And fries.” The man handed the menu over to the bartender, who disappeared with it.
Marli felt the stranger’s eyes on her again. She doggedly avoided looking at him, instead continuing her scan of the bar.
“You like country music?”
She repressed a sigh. Had this happened a few weeks ago, making small talk with a handsome man would have been a given. The way he looked—a definite given. But not now.
“I hate country music.”
“Ah. So…what’s a gorgeous girl like you doing here…all alone in a country bar…drinking Diet Coke?”
“There’s an original line.” She tried to give him a freezing look. She wasn’t very good at it. On the contrary—apparently something about her attracted men like wasps to syrup, without her even trying. Which had led to the whole big freaking mess her life was in.
“It wasn’t a line,” he muttered. “I’m not trying to pick you up. Just making conversation.”
She pressed her lips together and looked away, then back, studying him out of the corner of her eye. Talk about tall, dark and handsome. But not handsome in a pretty-boy way. His face was tough looking, square-jawed, serious, his mouth firm and straight. But when he’d smiled…whew. It was enough to make a girl’s panties damp and her nipples hard.
And he was big. He took up all his own space and some of hers. His faded jeans covered thick, muscular thighs. His white button-up shirt didn’t hide the flat muscles of his chest and the bulge of biceps beneath the thin cotton. Big hands held his beer bottle, which he’d been drinking very slowly, the turned-back cuffs of his shirt revealing strong wrists. He gave off an aura of safety. Protection. Awareness tingled; attraction sparked inside her. Damn. Talk about crappy timing.

My first book from Amber Quill Press is out today! Here's the blurb and an excerpt - anyone who leaves a comment is entered to win a free e-copy of WORTH WAITING FOR. I'll draw the winner Tuesday evening.

Also check out the video trailer here

Ten years ago, Griff Campbell walked out of Ainslie Patterson’s life without a word, breaking her young heart. Now, just when she thinks she’s over him and has found love with someone else, he strolls back into her life, still as charming, playful and irresistible as ever.

Ainslie knows she’s changed a lot in the last ten years, and she discovers so has Griff. So shouldn’t the attraction between them have disappeared along with the people they used to be? But that pull between them is still there, unstoppable, unavoidable...unsettling. Why has Griff shown up after all these years? Just to lure her into his web of charm only to break her heart again? Or could they have something together now, something that was all worth waiting for?

EXCERPT:

Oh, God. He was getting to her, drawing her in to his enchanting web yet again. A familiar helplessness wrapped around her. This was crazy. She’d changed a lot in ten years, and he could not do this to her all over again. No way.
But again, when she looked into his eyes, she felt herself warming and yielding, against her will. She did believe him.
“Okay,” she conceded. “You never cheated on me. But you still hurt me.”
He lifted his beer to his mouth and took a long pull. She watched his throat work as he swallowed and it was sexy as hell. She studied him across the table.
His face was the same, if a little more mature. His dark hair that had been a haphazard mop was now cut short, longer on top, casually brushed back from his face. The eyes were the same, maybe a little more intense. His body had filled out. He’d only been twenty-two years old the last time she saw him…tall, lean and sinewy. Now his shoulders were broader, the muscles in his arms more defined, his chest solid. He was
still gorgeous, although Ainslie recalled that some of her friends had thought him a little geeky way back in college. No way was he a geek now.
“You were my first real girlfriend,” he said. “Before I met you, nobody else would even look at me. I was a major dork.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “You were never dorky.” Immediately she regretted saying that. He’d never had any lack of confidence, despite the self-deprecating comment.
He grinned then. “Whatever. Anyway, I…did care about you.”
“Funny way of showing it.”
Again, his grin faded.
“Sorry,” she muttered. “I’m trying to listen.”
He nodded, his gaze going to the condensation on the beer bottle. He rubbed his thumb through it and the slow, sensuous gesture reminded her of his thumb on her left ring finger a few moments ago. A flashing vision of his hand on her breast, his thumb on her nipple, made her head grow dizzy, her pussy warm and wet. She gulped her wine, which did nothing to alleviate the dizziness, but was pleasantly cooling.
“I did,” he insisted, not looking at her. “I know I had a strange way of showing it, but that was the problem. I didn’t want to admit to myself how I felt. It was way too much. Too much for a young kid with all kinds of ambitions and goals. Too much and way too soon.”
Her body softened, sank into the chair, warm and molten. Despite her wildest fantasies, she’d never expected to hear these words from Griff. She had to be strong, though. He had that strange power over her, and it certainly seemed it still existed, despite the years that had passed. He was dangerous.