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Hey Wilder people,

Are you ready to kick butt in 2017? Join me in my quest for better health and fitness. Let’s put our running shoes on and walk, wog, or run to better wellness together. For this week only my bestselling ebook BIG GIRLS DO IT RUNNINGis on sale for only 99 CENTS! So hurry up and grab it from your favorite retailer here. *Kobo pricing is a little late to update but should happen soon*

Barnes and Noble:

You can also grab the companion journal at Amazon here:

It’s not required, but it is great to have while working on my #wilderway program.

Then, after reading the book, join my BIG GIRLS DO IT RUNNING Facebook group for support, fun, and inspiration on your journey.

We would love to have you join us and bring any family and friends who might like to do the 8 week challenge too! I’ll have a refresh and reboot starting next week for those who’ve already started their  #wilderway journey, and a beginners 8 week challenge happening in the group as well! No matter where you are in your health right now, there’s support and encouragement in the group. I hope to see you there!

There is also a paperback edition on Amazon for those of you who might prefer that version. It’s great to have in the kitchen when cooking up some tasty #wilderway recipes the whole family will love!

I’m so excited to see what 2017 will bring for you and your family.

Run wild,

All my love,

It’s time to meet Duke Silver

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This sucked.

Woozy from the crowbar I’d taken to the back of the head—which of course came with a splitting headache straight from Satan’s own asshole—I was disoriented and sluggish. It was a chemical sluggishness, though, which suggested someone had either roofied me—and if it was a woman, she shouldn’t have bothered; I’d have fucked her without the drugs—or someone had tranked me. Which wasn’t the brightest idea, because I was slowly coming out of it. And what with the headache, and the fact that I was hungry, it didn’t exactly spell rousing games of charades and shuffleboard once I got my bearings and figured out who I had to hit.
I tried to blink, but that didn’t accomplish much; either it was pitch black and there wasn’t anything to see, or I was blindfolded.

I focused hard, which hurt. Then I tried to subtly flex my muscles. I tested my toes and fingers and wrists, and tried to see if I was simply bound, or drugged into paralysis. I had feeling in my limbs so I knew I wasn’t paralyzed. The bad news was that my wrists were tied; the good news was my ankles weren’t bound, and they hadn’t gagged me, either. Stupid move—I can fuck you up with just my feet, let me tell you. I learned Muai Thai in Thailand, from some seriously scary little motherfuckers, the kind of dudes who go out and kick trees just to toughen their shins.

I kept my breathing slow and steady, something I did out of long habit. I listened hard and I heard nothing that gave anything away. The floor was cold and hard underneath my shoulder, hip, and knee. I was pretty sure it was a cement floor. I was lying on my side, hands bound in front of me—another mistake.
Struggling to push past my haze, I figured I was in a room, cement of some sort. I kept listening, but there wasn’t much to hear.

Now that my faculties were returning, I could feel the blindfold around my head and it felt like a folded bunch of cloth. It would be easy enough to remove when I was ready.

Staying still and quiet I kept listening, focusing on breathing slow and steady as if I was still unconscious. The bonds around my wrists were zip-ties, and they were wrenched tight to my skin which, while painful, was actually good news. Zip-ties are plastic, which means their overall tensile strength isn’t that great. One hard wrench of my arms, or bashing them against my knee, and they’d be gone. It would take me ten seconds max, a number I quote from experience.

I was about to start the process of determining whether to play this out a bit longer or start my escape when I heard a muffled whimper. Definitely female, close by.

Pssst,” I hissed.

Gnnnhhh?” Definitely a chick, definitely gagged.

“Keep still. Pretend you’re still knocked out. No matter what you hear, no matter what happens, keep playing possum. Got it, babe?”

Ugh-oo, doh gah ee ay.”

I stifled a chuckle; she sounded pissed, and if I was anything like a decent translator of pissed-off, gagged females, she said something like fuck you, don’t call me babe. Better for her that she had a bit of spark. If she could cuss me out while bound and gagged, it meant she had spark, which meant spirit, which meant whatever was going on, she wasn’t as likely to flake out if shit got weird.

I tried to think back and remember; what was the last thing I remembered?

Some shitty dive bar in…Denver? Probably Denver. I remember that after Nevada, Thresh had gone to find that doctor chick he was so hung up on—which I understood because, seriously, that chica had curves for fucking days, and she’d pushed back at Thresh, which was the fastest way to get him horny short of reaching into his shorts. Plus, all that exotic Islander skin, and that thick fucking hair? No wonder Thresh wanted to take her for a tumble. I’d hit it, if he hadn’t had dibs. And no, we weren’t so juvenile as to call dibs out loud, but when you spent enough time hunting tail with your bro, you know when he’s interested, and you don’t go after that chick, even after he’s done.

So…I had been in a Denver dive bar, alone. I remembered that much, at least. I’d been on the prowl, going slow on the drinks, ready for any sign of my two favorite activities: fucking and fighting. I’d gotten a whiff of some kind of sweet floral perfume while exiting the head, and followed the scent to an out-of-place honey with a tight body and a serious attitude problem—in short, exactly my kinda girl.

I hadn’t really made a move, not as such, just sort of scoping her out, getting a feel for her. Hadn’t even started with the charm-and-flirt routine yet, but she wasn’t playing. Shut me down cold, even though she had no wing girls with her, no bling ring, and no sign of a guy, just sort of drinking alone.

Now, I ain’t one to buy into the gender stereotypes much, okay? I served with some chicks in the Army, and some of ’em were just as much my bros as BangBang and Gutierrez had been. I may be a shameless manwhore of the worst kind, but I take people as they are. I don’t fuck chicks with diamonds on their left hand, and no means no…except when I sniff out that no means chase me, and that’s always obvious.

But there are a few clichés and stereotypes that tend to hold true. Like, if you see a dude sitting by himself in a smoky shithole dive bar, you’re better off leaving him alone, ’cause he don’t want to talk. And the other one that’s almost always true is, if you see a lady, like a real-deal lady, with Louboutins and Chanel clutch purses and expensive perfume and two-carat diamond earrings, the kind of lady who wears that fancy shit like it ain’t no thing, in a LoDo dive bar, no less…well, partner, that shit there spells trouble.

What? I’ve hooked up with some ladies in my time, and I like nice shit, so I know one-percenter name brands when I see them, okay?

Anyway, she’d gotten up and gone outside to smoke. Pall Mall Lights lit with a snazzy looking fancy-ass electric flameless lighter.

You know how they say you are what you eat? And you know how they say curiosity killed the cat? Well, I eat a lot of pussy…

I was curious and went out after her. I lit my one-hitter and took a quick toke of some fine-ass herb I’d picked up—a habit I only indulge in when I’m off-duty. I opened my mouth to talk to her, and then her eyes had gone wide, surprised, but she’d been looking behind me, not at me.

Then, bam, everything went black.

And now, here I am, bound, blindfolded, and fighting a headache and a wicked chemical haze.

So, if I had to guess, that lonely fancy chick was the same person now bound and gagged behind me.

Next question?

Who the fuck would take me prisoner like this? And why?

The events in Nevada floated through my head and I remembered Harris’s warning about Cain reappearing and being bent on revenge…and now I have an inkling as to what is going on.

I was still working through the situation in my head when I heard voices in the distance followed by footsteps shuffling down the stairs.

“Play possum, okay?” I hissed, quiet as I could. “Trust me.”

Nnnnng?” She sounded less sparky, and more fearful.

“You’ve got my word, Fancy. I’ll get you out of this. But you gotta listen to me real carefully. Breathe like
you’re still asleep. Relax your muscles. Don’t react to anything.”


“Yeah, Fancy, that’s you. Now shut up and play possum.”

I followed my own orders as the voices got closer, the footsteps just on the other side of the wall. I heard a lock twist, then hinges protested, and feet—two pair, three—three, I’d wager—scuffed across the floor. Definitely a cement floor. European voices, thick Eastern Bloc accents. Definitely Cain’s group.

“Still out,” a voice said, in heavily accented English.

A pair of feet shuffled toward me. “Should be. We hit this big one with enough tranquilizer to take out a pair of elephants.” This from a second voice.

“And the girl?” The first guy again.

“Cain said no witnesses, no chances.” Third voice, sounding like he had a bit of authority.

“Think we could have some fun, first?” First voice again.

They were baiting me, I realized. They’d be talking in Czech or Ukrainian or whatever if this discussion were meant for their ears only. This was for us, to see if we were awake.

“After she wakes up,” said voice number three, the one that sounded in charge. “No hurry. Cain won’t be here for a few days yet. We have time for fun later.”

The feet shuffled even closer to me. My heart hammered, but I kept my breathing steady and slow, my muscles loose. There was a moment of silence, and then a shock of agony and a loud thud as a big boot slammed full force into my gut. No warning, no way to tense against it, I couldn’t breathe, shit—
I forced myself not to react, struggling through the lack of oxygen, the wind knocked so far out of me stars burst behind my eyes and panic clutched at my instincts. I stayed still, as if the tranquilizer was still working in my bloodstream; and when I didn’t react they must have assumed, logically, that I was still under.
You don’t survive alone on the streets for as long as I did and not learn to take a kick or ten to the gut.

I heard their feet retreat; they were speaking in their own language now. The door closed, the lock turned, boots ascended, and then I heard the floorboards overhead creak, followed by a loud squeal like rusty screen door hinges slamming shut.

Finally, I let myself gulp oxygen, gagging on it as it flooded through me. “Fucker’s…gonna…pay…for that,” I gasped.

Oooh oh-kay?”

“Just fine, Fancy, just fine. Gotta catch my breath, and then I’ll do some commando shit or something.” My head was still thick, aching, my mouth was dry, and now my stomach throbbed.

Thinking was hard.

I gave myself a thirty count, and then I brought my hands up and used my thumbs to rip off the blindfold. Yep: basement, bare concrete floor, metal posts holding up the low ceiling, open rafters and ductwork, an old box fan in one corner, along with a stationary bike. There was an old weight bench with a single barbell bar on it but no weights, a freestanding heavy bag, and a shelving unit with aging canned goods. In short, this was the basement of a tired, old suburban house. I rolled onto my back, then onto my other side.
And there was Fancy, in all her glory. She was on her side too, perpendicular to me, the top of her head near my stomach. Five-six or five-seven, sleek, svelte, tight round ass in a knee-length dove-gray skirt, black wedge heels, and a white blouse cupping a sensational pair of high, plump, firm tits, not super huge, but enough to fill even my big ol’ paws. She looked just like I remembered her from last night.

Only now her fine blond hair, which I remembered being done in a casually elegant up-do, was now tangled and messy, lank strings hanging in her eyes and sticking to her neck and cheeks. And holy mother of fucks, the woman’s skin…damn. Pale as pearls, flawless, enticing. Except her cheeks, which were flushed bright pink. She was glaring at me, and her eyes were…fuck, her eyes were like nothing I’d ever seen before. Cerulean blue shot through with streaks of green and hints of hazel. Wide eyes, full of fierce personality. Beautiful, hypnotizing eyes.

Hey, ahh-hoh. Geh a mooh on.

Clear enough, I supposed.

I rolled forward to my knees, stood up, worked the kinks out of my stiff joints, then laced my fingers together, flexed my wrists away from each other to put tension on the zip-tie, swung my arms up and then back down hard as I could while swinging my knee up. My wrists hit my knee with crushing force, and the zip-tie snapped, freeing my hands. Ten seconds or less, motherfucker.

I knelt beside the girl who flinched away from me, automatically, it seemed. I frowned down at her. “Hey now, Fancy, don’t be hatin’. I’m on your side, okay? I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m gonna get that gag off, and then you can cuss me out all you want, as long as you do it quiet, all right?”

She held still, but kept wary eyes fixed on me as I knelt closer to her, leaned forward, reached around behind her head to untie the knot. Yeah, I could’ve knelt behind her to do it, and where’s the fun in that? She smelled like jasmine; I got a good whiff as I worked at the knot, and good fucking goddamn, that scent, on that woman? Made me dizzy. I swear I could get hard just sniffing her.

I acted like I was having trouble with the knot, pausing, leaning a little closer to peer over her shoulder. It was an act, since it was a fairly simple knot loosely tied, and I could have gotten it free with my eyes closed, but it got me another subtle nose-full of her intoxicating scent, which was its own reward, and well worth the glare of daggers I got from Fancy when I pulled back to work on the knot a bit more.

Once it was free, I tossed the handkerchief aside…

And Fancy promptly set to complaining. “My god, that thing tasted like old sweat. I think I’m going to vomit.”

“Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, sugar, and it’ll pass. The nausea is more from whatever they used to knock us out.”

She shot me that patented death-and-daggers glare. “My name is Temple. Not sugar, or babe, or fancy.” She was breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, I noticed. “Temple Kennedy.”

Damn—that was a name I knew. Hell, everybody knew that name. She was one of those “famous for being famous” celebrity honeys. Daddy was a retired rock star and her mom was an A-list actress with multiple Oscar noms and at least one Golden Globe that I knew of. Beyond wealthy, spoiled, she had lived her whole life in the spotlight. Has a reality show where cameras follow her around as she trots the globe and suns herself on yachts in the Mediterranean, yells at servers, and insults her mom and sucks up to her dad. She turned all that into a lucrative career doing…I wasn’t sure what. She had an app which did who knew what, clothing lines, makeup, a tell-all book or two, and any number of other bits and pieces of merchandising with her name and likeness on it.

So what the ever-loving fuck was a high-class lady-lady like Temple Kennedy doing in a dive bar in LoDo?
That was the million-dollar question.

Or, actually, shit—a hundred million dollar question, given how much her parents were worth.
I leaned down and put my face inches from hers, reached out an index finger, brushed her sunshine-and-honey hair out of her face. “So, Temple Kennedy. Think these dick-knobs know who they’ve got in their basement?”

One plucked eyebrow lowered, the other arched upward. “I would assume so.”

She had a little smudge of dirt on her forehead from the floor. I rubbed my thumb over it, gently, wiping it away. She was breathing hard by the time I finished, tension written in every line of her body and face. She did not like my proximity. Funny, most honeys are tripping over themselves to get closer to me, to get my hands on them. But then, Temple Kennedy was way above even my pay grade.

“See, I don’t think they do.”

She struggled to sit up, but her hands and feet were both bound, her hands behind her back leaving her helpless. Bound hand and foot, and gagged? She must have put up a fight.

“Why wouldn’t they? I assume they’re kidnappers looking for a ransom.”

I laughed quietly, and then lifted her to a sitting position, keeping a grip on her until she was steady. “Oh, sweetpea, not everything is about you. Unfortunately, the situation is a lot worse than that.”

“Why is it so hard for you to use my name?” She wavered and I caught her, keeping her upright. “And how could it be worse than me being kidnapped? And can you please do something about these restraints? They’re beginning to chafe.”

I crept from corner to corner, rummaging through the detritus, but found nothing useful for severing her wire bonds. Then I ducked under the stairs, remembering the basement of a foster house I’d stayed in for a bit, and how the drunken old bastard had kept an ancient toolbox under the stairs in the basement. Sure enough, I hit the jackpot. In a corner was a rusting Craftsman toolbox filled with screwdrivers, ratchets, a hammer, loose nails, and a pair of wire cutters. I returned to Temple with the wire cutters and knelt behind her.

“Hold still, Fancy, I’m gonna pop these ties.” I clipped between her wrists, and she immediately drew her hands around in front and massaged them. “As for how it could be worse? They didn’t snatch me because I was with you, they snatched you because you were with me.”

“I wasn’t with you. I was outside smoking.”

“And I went out after you. They saw you next to me and, as you heard, they had orders not to take chances or leave witnesses.” I moved to her feet and clipped her ankles free. “I’m not sure what they want, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and suggest it ain’t a tickle fight, princess. They got no problem burying you if you cause trouble, trust me on that.

“And if they were to somehow find out who you are if, say, someone was to bust out with a ‘do you even know who I am?’, Baby-cakes…that would not be beneficial to your situation. They’d not only have a witness, but they’d have a hostage, and money to be made. The guy in charge of this whole mess, he ain’t a nice guy. He’d be the sort to send severed fingers to your dad until he got his money. So I suggest you keep your mouth shut and follow my lead.”

She paled at that, and considering her pearly complexion, that meant she went really pale. “They wouldn’t.”

I shrugged. “That’s my best guess. This Cain guy isn’t really my particular enemy, he’s more my boss’s enemy. But since I’m connected to him, they snatched me, and got you in a twofer. And, yeah, honey, they would absolutely hack off your pretty little manicured fingers.”

She was rolling her ankles, trying to get the feeling back, so I took her foot in my hand, slipped off her wedge sandal, and massaged her foot. A low, sultry groan of pleasure left her lips before she could stop herself, but then she yanked her foot back and shot me that glare again.

I let her go, and squatted next to her, watching her try to massage feeling back into her extremities and admiring her tight, toned body. “I happen to think you’ve got beautiful hands, and it’d be a shame to see them come to any harm, so you can relax. I won’t let anything happen to your fingers, or any other part of your fine-ass body.”

“Oh really? There were three of them, in case you didn’t notice.” She said this as if I should be afraid.

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“You were blindfolded, how could you tell?”

I shrugged, smirking. “I counted their voices, and heard their different footsteps.”

“And you can take on all three of them, can you?” Skeptical, sarcastic.

I stood up to my full height, which got her attention. I’m six-six and two-eighty, and there’s not an ounce of fat on me. And believe me, she fuckin’ noticed. There was no mistaking the way her eyes raked up and down my body several times, and then she blinked, shook her head, and looked away, those pretty pale cheeks blushing scarlet.

“Yeah, Fancy. I’m thinkin’ they only brought three guys, and that was their second mistake.”

“What was the first?”

“Not killing me outright,” I said. “’Cause now I’m inconvenienced. I’ve got a headache, and that makes me cranky. I’m hungry, which makes me hangry, and when I get hangry I tend to lose a bit of rationality and self-restraint. And they only brought three guys? They’re going to wish they had a whole lot more.”
She stared up at me, and her gaze reflected equal parts attraction, fascination, and revulsion.
I heard the screen door squeal, then footsteps on the floor above us, and then on the stairs.

I winked at Temple. “Fun’s about to start, honey-buns. You just sit there and be your pretty, innocent little self. Let them come in, and do not look at me. Then, when I give you the signal, you get your sexy ass out of the way.”

She looked panicked. “Wh—what’s the signal?”

“When I start hitting people, obviously.”

I started to turn away.

“Wait!” she called out.

I turned back, quirked an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“What’s your name?”

I gave her my signature panty-melter grin. “Name’s Duke Silver.”

Snagging the barbell from the rack, I hefted it, swung it around a few times, and then positioned myself near the door as the footsteps clomped down the stairs.

The lock clicked, the doorknob twisted.

Temple sat frozen on the floor, like a deer caught in headlights and then, in the moments before the door swung open, she shook her hair out, fluffed it, and unbuttoned her blouse to show a cock-hardening amount of plump ivory cleavage.

A little too effective, since it cost me several seconds delay—I was staring too, right when the three cocksuckers ambled through the door with their guns at the ready.
Great, now I have to fight with hard-on.

To keep reading just click your favorite ebook retailer:

A1S reading order is HarrisThresh, and Duke.
We will have a combined print omnibus of all three coming next week, so keep an eye out for it.

Have a wonderful weekend and happy reading,
Jasinda and Jack too!

Happy Cyber Monday!

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Did you survive Thanksgiving? Did you turkey trot? Jack and I hope you had a great time enjoying family and friends. We trotted, cooked a giant bird, and then had some delicious sugar-free pumpkin pie with family. Yum!

Not only is today Cyber Monday but it is also Jack’s and my anniversary! I think we’ve been married about 100 years now…well, at least some days it sure feels like that. Maybe it’s the wine?

We do have some fun ways for you to help us celebrate love, marriage, and cyber deals! I have lots of links for you below, just click wherever you see the blue, underlined word “HERE” to be sent to the correct sale, giveaway, or special deal.

1) Download THE BLACK ROOM series! Books, 1, 3, 5, and 7 are free!  We even have a newly published, special deleted door currently free exclusive to KU. *It will be available everywhere in February. Yes, Amazon is still working on getting all of the international territories free for all of the free doors. Sorry about the delay. They are free globally at Kobo, Nook, iBooks, and Google Play.

Just click HERE to download and start reading. Book 1 is now free everywhere! Just click HERE to find it at your favorite ebook retailer.

2) Enter to win a limited, signed print edition of THE BLACK ROOM at Goodreads HERE!

3) By popular demand, you can now get BIG GIRLS DO IT RUNNING in paperback HERE!
*** I’ve been told that if you order it with the journal HERE you can get $10 off using code: HOLIDAYBOOK at Amazon. That’s such a GREAT DEAL! THANK YOU ‘ZON!

Last, but certainly not least, I want to update you on what we have coming for you in our popular series.

DUKE will be out on December 9th! You can preorder HERE at iBooks!
Baddass will release on January 20th and he is also up for preorder at iBooks HERE!

Ok, one more last thing. 🙂

You know that Jack and I have been home-bound with the kiddos for most of this year. We’ve are adding a few events for 2017 and we would love to see you if possible. Please make sure to keep looking at our updated event page HERE and arrange to come out and see us if you can. We will be updating our 2017 event schedule soon!

All of our love,
Jack and Jasinda too!

Step through into THE BLACK ROOM.

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Once you enter, anything goes. No fantasy—however dark and dirty and depraved it may be—is forbidden. You have no past, no inhibitions, no morals…and no memory.  

All you have to cling to is the memory of a scorching touch, a searing kiss, the wet slide of skin on skin, and the heat of breath across your flesh. 

Step forward…

Turn the knob…

Step through into THE BLACK ROOM.

Dear WILDer Readers, 

I need to tell you a little story about this series. This is like nothing I’ve published before. It might even be like nothing you’ve ever read before. In fact, it’s so different that I’ve gone back and forth about even publishing it at all for about a year. At one point I did even publish a part and then took it down; yes, it has the potential to be that controversial. Encouraged by my amazing WILD WITH WILDER Facebook reader group, I’ve gained the courage to hit “publish.”

It all started with a conversation with a friend about sexual fantasies, I’m going to call her Jade…Jade London. In talking with her, this story popped into my head inspired by a few of her fantasies and experiences. So just for fun, I started writing THE BLACK ROOM. Now, these stories are told in the voice I had in my head of my friend Jade, so you will notice it might be different from my other work and she is also credited as an author, since she was the inspiration for it. Yes, this series is very explicit, enough so that I would call it more like erotica/suspense with an erotic romance theme. If you have been offended by scenes in Madame X, Alpha, or Stripped I will tell you it’s probably best to skip this series all together. The sex scenes in these books are beyond even my hottest level.

You’ve been warned.

In fact, I would go so far as to suggest not reading these during Thanksgiving dinner with family… it may even cause spontaneous pregnancy.

Is that enough of a warning? 

The layout and pricing of this series is also a bit unusual. I really wanted the reader to have to “enter” each door, I wanted you to have to take that step to enter the next room. So, artistically, I knew that having them stand alone as 8 separate doors was important. I also wanted to keep the pricing in line with my other books, and the only way that really made sense for me to do that was to make doors 1, 3, 5 and 7 free. Yes, I realize there are people that might take advantage of that and just skip the other doors. But, if you really want to have a unique and powerful reading experience I suggest reading all of them in order. I am publishing all 8 novellas at once because each one does create a bit of a cliffy, and I didn’t want to leave you hanging. 

This series is over 800 pages in my usual print format at nearly 200,000 words, so we made the print edition larger, like my BIG GIRLS omnibus, so we could get it all in if you wanted the full collection in print. I’ll be sure to link that below. Shout out to Okay Creations and Champagne Formatting for a beautiful job on the print edition. It’s a piece of art.

I really do hope that you will take this journey with me into THE BLACK ROOM. It’s a story of a woman’s experiences in fantasies that I felt needed to be told. It’s erotic, emotional, and raw. And part one is free everywhere, so just click below and give it a try. You might even want to keep going. Thank you as always for your love and support of our writing.

Happy Friday and have a great weekend!

Love always,

Jasinda (and Jack too!)

Just click on your favorite retailer below for your first taste of THE BLACK ROOM for free!

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Are you ready to be BADD?

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Everybody loves a bad boy, right? Well, have I got something for you! Or rather…someone.

His name is Sebastian Badd, and boy, does he live up to his last name.

BADD MOTHERF*CKER is the first book in an 8-book series called The Badd Brothers. Yes, you read that right, 8 books; there are eight Badd brothers, and each one gets his own book. Yes, you also read that title correctly.

I had SO MUCH FUN writing this book, and I’m excited as heck to dig into the seven sequels. These books are going to be—like this one—fun and funny, light-hearted, and way sexy. Like…whoa. I had to stop and cool off during a few of these scenes, let me tell you, and the banter? Oh, yeah. You’re going to have fun.

Here’s the blurb:

Your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, right? That’s what they say, at least. I went into that day hoping I’d get the happiest day of my life. What I got? The worst. I mean, you really can’t get any worse of a day without someone actually dying. 

So…I may have gotten just a little drunk, and maybe just a tad impetuous…

And landed myself in a dive bar somewhere in Alaska, alone, still in my wedding dress, half-wasted and heart-broken.


Eight brothers, one bar.

Sounds like the beginning to a bad joke, yeah? 

I kinda think so. 

Wanna hear another joke? A girl walks into a bar, soaking wet and wearing a wedding dress.

I knew I shouldn’t have touched her. She was hammered, for one thing, and heartbroken for another. I’ve chased enough tail to know better. That kinda thing only leads to clinginess, and a clingy female is the last thing on this earth I need.

I got a bar needs running, and only me to run it—at least until my seven wayward brothers decide to show their asses up… 

Then this chick walks in, fine as hell, wearing a soaked wedding dress that leaves little enough to the imagination—and I’ve got a hell of an imagination. 

I knew I shouldn’t have touched her. Not so much as a finger, not even innocently. 

But I did.

Early reviews are saying:

“This book has everything! I can’t wait to read about more of the Badd brothers and get a glimpse into each of their lives! I give Badd Motherf*cker 5 huge stars! If you want steam then this book is the one for you. It was rolling off my kindle. Go one click your copy!!” ~Carrie (Goodreads)

“The sexiness just EXPLODED off of every page! This romance had one of the BEST heroines I’ve come across in a very long time. Dru was a KICK ASS chick that spoke her mind and wasn’t afraid of anything. I have a feeling that every heroine that Jasinda picks for each of the BADD brothers is going to be strong, fearless, and sassy! GAH!!!! I just want to read this all over again!” ~Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads

“Mrs. Wilder has done it again. Bring a new pair of panties with you when reading this book. This is a dirty, hot, sexy read.” ~JoAnna G (Goodreads) 

PURCHASE LINKS: just click on your favorite e-book retailer below.

Amazon UK
Amazon paperback

As always, thanks so much for supporting our work. We love what we do and it wouldn’t be as fun or rewarding without you!

We hope you have a really BADD weekend!


Jasinda and Jack too!

Celebrating Indie!

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“When Jack and I first started out, we really only saw one feasible option for getting our work into the hands of potential readers: indie publishing. If we wanted to be able to write the stories we were inspired to tell, and then get them directly into Kindles, we had to do it ourselves. There just wasn’t any other way that made any sense to us. We’re indies because we love the freedom to tell stories our way. We love to intentionally and artfully break the rules of fiction, to twist the tropes in on themselves, to turn clichés on their heads; we’re never content to tell the same story twice. We’re driven to challenge ourselves as storytellers, and indie publishing affords us that opportunity, that unique freedom. Creative control, artistic direction, complete control over every aspect of the production of each book from inception to publication to marketing—all these are true. But the freedom to tell a story no one else could tell but Jasinda Wilder? That’s why I love being an indie.”

Jack and Jasinda Wilder

~Amazon Kindle Direct Published authors since April 2012

~More than 60 published titles

~New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and International bestsellers

~International translations sold in over 20 countries. 


Thank you, Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing for Celebrating Indie with us! 

Alpha steals, deals, and a new release!

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*Make sure to read this newsletter to the entire end for a huge SALE on one of my most loved series!*
First, are you ready for THRESH? Yes, this book is a standalone spinoff of the Alpha series. It’s HOT, suspenseful, and full length (Over 80,000 words! I may have gotten carried away with Thresh.) LOL

Just the name suggests power, dominance, danger…and the man himself? Oh man. I’ve never met anyone like him. Larger than life, exuding raw power. He’s a mountain of rugged, masculine sex appeal. 

But I have walls that no man, no matter how big he is, has ever been able to break through. Thresh doesn’t know how to take “no” for an answer, though. He’s determined to get past all my defenses and show me what I’ve been missing. 

The only problem is Thresh has enemies. Powerful, deadly, merciless enemies who have no problem using me to get to him. And Thresh is injured, one arm left useless. 

Can Thresh singlehandedly take on armed and dangerous men out to kill us AND my freight train of emotional baggage?

PURCHASE LINKS: Just click on your favorite e-book retailer below.


Don’t miss my special sale happening this Labor Day weekend and Monday ONLY!

Regular price of the ALPHA series is $17.97! This weekend I’m offering it for only… get this… $2.99!
This is 1,320 pages for under $3! 

Don’t miss out, and tell your friends. This deal may never ever happen again!

The full ALPHA world reading order is: ALPHABETA, and OMEGA, then Harris: Alpha One Security Book 1 and Thresh: Alpha One Security Book 2

PURCHASE LINKS: Just click on your favorite e-book retailer below.


And last but DEFINITELY not least, I want to give you a tiny but delicious scoop on a new series I’ll have coming your way soon!

You may want to just click HERE and find out. It’s 100% sexy, funny, and HOT!

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend! My family will be trying to soak up the last few moments of summer together.

Happy reading!
Love, Jasinda and Jack too!

Let YOURS be your first summer read

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Happy Summer,

I’m so excited to share my new standalone contemporary romance with you! Yours is a second chance romance like you’ve never read before. It’s filled with emotion and passion and will leave you with a swoon-worthy HEA. If you loved FALLING INTO YOU, this one is going to be right up your ally. Don’t miss it! Live everywhere today. It was inspired by the hit song YOURS by Russell Dickerson.
When my husband Oliver died, my life ended. My purpose, my passion, my everything bled out with him on the side of the Pacific Coast Highway.

Ollie was an organ donor. His eyes, his brain, his lungs, his heart…parts of my Ollie went out and saved lives.

Then his heart, beating in another man’s chest, found its way back to me, and I found myself faced with an impossible choice: hold on to the pain and beauty of the past and the memory of the man I loved, or reach for a bold new future, knowing each heartbeat will be a reminder of all I’ve lost.

*   *   *

I wasn’t supposed to live past thirty.

My grandfather died at forty-five. Heart failure.

My father died at thirty-eight. Heart failure.

The doctors told me my whole life that I wouldn’t see my thirty-first birthday. My heart was going to give out. It was just a matter of time: a rare blood type and an unusually large heart meant essentially zero chance of a transplant.

I proved them all wrong…by dying on my thirty-first birthday.

And then I woke up, alive, with another man’s heart inside my chest, and his widow on my conscience.

I spent my whole life preparing for death, and now I have to learn how to live. Only, as I soon discovered, living is the easy part.

Loving, and allowing myself to be loved…well, that’s a whole lot harder.
“Jasinda Wilder delivers a heart-wrenching second chance romance that burrows deep into your heart and lingers long after you’re done. Yours is a story about loss and love, about grieving and healing, about freedom and adventure. The lives of the characters entwine in ways unforeseen, proving it’s never too late to alter the course of one’s life.” Vilma’s Book Blog

You can purchase YOURS at any of your favorite book retailers below:

iBooks HERE
Google Play (coming soon) 

Wishing you a wonderful week with lots of sunshine!

– Jasinda and Jack too!

***P.S. Don’t forget the Alpha Security 1: HARRIS audio also releases today too! YAY!
You can get it HERE! 


Are you ready?

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Hey friends,

I can’t believe summer is already here in Northern Michigan; the kids are out of school and the farm is bustling with excitement, and we have a bunch of exciting things happening, so I just wanted to shoot you an email to let you know what’s coming.

First, BIG GIRLS DO IT RUNNING is in full swing: the 8 week challengers are already starting week 4 already! I’m so excited about all of the awesome things happening in our challenge group and all the excitement for the way we are feeling. It really is a revolution! Congratulations to all of my #wilderway buddies who are wogging towards a health victory. The BIG GIRLS DO IT RUNNINGcompanion journal just went live last night! This journal is HUGE, with lots of room to record your journey and document your health changes. It has new recipes, charts, tips, and inspiration. You can find it HERE on Amazon! It also makes a great gift for a friend or family member who might want to start the health challenge with you.

Second, I’ve got two new audiobooks coming your way! Both TRASHED and AS1: HARRIS (the spin-off the ALPHA series) will be going live this week and next, respectively! My Audie award-winning narrators do an amazing job bringing these stories to life. I can’t wait for you to hear it!

You can preorder at Audible here:


Last but not least, I’m releasing YOURS on June 20th, a standalone contemporary romance. My editors all said is the best book I’ve ever published. It’s going to make you cry and swoon. Get ready to read a second chance romance like you’ve never read before. This story is inspired in part by the beautiful song YOURS by Russell Dickerson. If you’ve never heard the song, make sure to check it out. The lyrics are tied into the story and really set the tone of the book. You can pre-order and check out a sample of YOURSat iBooks, HERE or grab it at your other favorite retailers on June 20th. You won’t want to miss this one. It should be your first read of the summer.

Here’s the blurb:

When my husband Oliver died, my life ended. My purpose, my passion, my everything bled out with him on the side of the Pacific Coast Highway.

Ollie was an organ donor. His eyes, his brain, his lungs, his heart…parts of my Ollie went out and saved lives.

Then his heart, beating in another man’s chest, found its way back to me, and I found myself faced with an impossible choice: hold on to the pain and beauty of the past and the memory of the man I loved, or reach for a bold new future, knowing each heartbeat will be a reminder of all I’ve lost.
*   *   *
I wasn’t supposed to live past thirty.

My grandfather died at forty-five. Heart failure.

My father died at thirty-eight. Heart failure.

The doctors told me my whole life that I wouldn’t see my thirty-first birthday. My heart was going to give out. It was just a matter of time: a rare blood type and an unusually large heart meant essentially zero chance of a transplant.

I proved them all wrong…by dying on my thirty-first birthday.

And then I woke up, alive, with another man’s heart inside my chest, and his widow on my conscience.

I spent my whole life preparing for death, and now I have to learn how to live. Only, as I soon discovered, living is the easy part.

Loving, and allowing myself to be loved…well, that’s a whole lot harder.

Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoy these releases and the warmer weather.
Let’s have a great summer!

xoxo– Jasinda and Jack too!

Who’s ready to run wild(er) with me?

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Today is the big day! Today my personal story and my health and wellness plan releases into the world. Yes, this book has been a very long time coming and I just can’t wait to share it with you. I really want you on this journey with me! I’m asking for 8 weeks to see if we can make some improvements in your health. Only 8 weeks of your life. All you need to do is order a copy of the book, read it, and join my Facebook group for my 8 week challenge right HERE. I’ll be closing the group next week through the whole 8 weeks of the challenge, so if you want to do it with us then now is the time to join! I’ll have coaching videos and great prizes each week. Don’t miss it!


As I said in my previous email, I plan to only offer the $5.99 ebook price for one week, so if you want it now is the time to get it. I want to make sure my readers get it at the best price.


I also want to update you on an issue we’ve had with the Amazon hardback shipping delays. Don’t fret! I’ve been told those shipping dates are constantly improving, and you will be getting books in hand much sooner then the delay emails are saying. Keep the faith and know that I’m doing everything I can to make sure you have your copy!


Don’t worry DC event readers, I’ve got 200 copies with your names on them for next week. I made sure to have lots of copies on hand for the event. See you then!


Thanks so much for the messages, love, and support for this book. It means more to me than I could ever truly express.


Let’s start a revolution!


Purchase links: (just click on the link for your favorite book store)

Barnes and Noble HARDCOVER
Amazon ebook
Amazon UK
Amazon Canada
Nook ebook
Google Play

Are you ready for a great sale AND a health revolution?

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Hey friends,

I’ve got lots of great things for you in this email. First, TRASHED is on sale for 99 cents for a very limited time at iBooks and Amazon. If you have’t read that one, now is the time to do it! TRASHED can be read as a contemporary standalone, and features a BBW and a hot movie star. It was one of my favorites to write and is set at the romantic Grand Hotel on Mackinaw Island, one of my favorite vacation spots. Make sure to pick that up this weekend if you haven’t yet read it. It’s a fun, easy weekend read.

I also wanted to let you know that over 3,000 people have already joined my Facebook group for the BIG GIRLS DO IT RUNNING challenge! 3,000! There’s still time to join! I have special coaching videos, prizes, and lots of other fun things planned. Just click HERE to join. We will all start my 8-week health challenge together about a week after the book release. You can do this at whatever stage you are in and if you can walk, you can do this with me! I think we might be gearing up for an actual health revolution! We can do this together!

I’m so excited to share my story, to encourage, and to help others find better health. The release day is Tuesday, May 10th! The beautiful hardcover is currently up for pre-sale at both Amazon and B&N. Your local B&N should also be able to order it for you if you want to pick it up in store. The ebook is up only at iBooks until May 10th; on May 10th it will then be available everywhere my ebooks are sold: Amazon, Google, Nook, and Kobo for $5.99. The price will go up after release week, so make sure to grab it early. I want all of my dedicated readers to get the best price.

I’m also giving away a few ARCs of the BIG GIRLS DO IT RUNNING over at Goodreads! Be sure to check that out and enter if you are eligible HERE.

I’ve loved seeing all the support from my peers in this new endeavor! The support has just been amazing and I’m both humbled and encouraged. Here’s what a few of my favorite author friends are saying about BIG GIRLS DO IT RUNNING:

“Told with brutal honesty, humor, and a heaping dose of love, this book has easily become a favorite. Lost your mojo, ladies? Let’s get that shit back! Jasinda, you’re leading a revolution and I couldn’t be more in.”  Kendall Ryan, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author

“Two words: Life changing. If you’re looking to make a change but not sure how to take the first step…this book is for you.” Rebecca Shea, USA Today bestselling author

“I challenge you to read this book and not feel inspired. It can’t be done.”  Courtney Cole, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author

“I’ve read many weight loss and diet books, but this is the one I’ve been waiting for. Jasinda keeps it real with from the trenches stories and tips that made me laugh and cry. She’s been there. This book is like getting advice from your best girlfriend; it’s straight, realistic and delivered with heart. Her passion to help women get strong, healthy and confident is real and incredibly inspiring. If you don’t believe you can do it, you will after reading this book.”  Bestselling author Brenda Rothert

“From the painful to the fearless, she provides us with the inspiration and framework to tackle our own insecurities, kicking ass every step of the way.” Brittany Gibbons, Acclaimed author of Fat Girl Walking, blogger at, curator of The Curvy Girl Guide, plus-size model, and nationally recognized body image advocate 

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I hope you all have a great weekend!
I’m so excited it’s going to be 70 and sunny this weekend in northern Michigan! I hope you get a chance to enjoy some good weather where you are too.

Thanks as always for the support.

I’ve got some really BIG news!

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Hey friends,

Today is a really big day for me. Today is the day I’m releasing the cover for my non-fiction book, BIG GIRLS DO IT RUNNINGI’m going to be honest and say that this whole process has been very scary for me, because I am putting myself out there with this book because I feel like if you really know my story, you might find the courage and strength to improve your health too. This book has taken me the longest of any book to write.

BIG GIRLS DO IT RUNNING contains everything you need to succeed in achieving your goals and become a fit and fabulous health warrior: tear-out shopping lists, easy menu plans, delicious recipes, and simple, effective workouts. This took me a long time to prepare, but I wanted to make sure it was perfect.
I even did an extensive BETA TEST group with my 8 week plan. Guess what? We had amazing results that I can’t wait to share with you! Below are a few important FAQ’s about the release of this book. I want to thank you in advance for joining me in this endeavor; I can’t wait to see what happens with this project!

Can I just walk and do this? YES!

Is the ebook preorder only at iBooks? YES! All other ebook stores will go live on May 10th.
You can preorder from iBooks HERE. The ebook also contains special links to all full color recipe photos and print-outs of the print book graphics.

Is there a print version? YES! There is a beautiful hardcover version which will be up for preorder shortly. Sarah Hansen of Okay Creations did some amazing journal pages and graphics that make this book a wonderful gift for yourself or someone you love. Give a copy to a friend and start your health journey together!

Will there be a group for the 8 week challenge? YES! We will be starting a large Facebook group launching the week of the book release. Feel free to join us on Facebook for encouragement, prizes, special videos, and coaching from me! You can join HERE. We will be opening the doors soon!

Is your program idiot-proof, because I’ve tried everything! YES! If I can do this, you can. I’ve failed at every single diet and exercise program there’s ever been. This is easy and won’t take away your favorite foods. You can even have chocolate, wine, cake, and ice cream! This is a program of modification, not deprivation.

If you are coming to see me in DC in May, I’ll have copies to sign for you. Also, if you haven’t signed up already, please consider doing the 5k run/walk with us on Friday night. I’ll have lots of special giveaways for you that you would hate to miss out on.

Here are a few testimonials from my BETA group participants that I thought had to be shared. Maybe something they said will strike a chord and help you make the decision to join this health revolution with me.

This woman and her program have saved my life. A few weeks before being selected for this wonderful journey I was told I was going blind because of my diabetes. My blood sugars have always run in the 300s, even with up to six injections of insulin a day. I had given up in life. This program has gotten me off insulin in four weeks. For the first time in 15 years my blood sugar is normal. Jasinda has helped me be able to see for many years to come. — Sara W, 28 

The Wilder Way has been life changing for me! It’s amazing to think that eight weeks can change your life, but it completely has! Jasinda has given me the tools I need to be healthy and strong for a lifetime. Now, I can teach my children how to be healthy and strong before they become adults….I was wearing a size 24 when we started this journey, and after eight weeks I have lost 18 pounds and I am now comfortably wearing a size 18! I have lost over five inches on my waist and my skin even looks healthier!  And I know this is not a temporary loss like I’ve had with other diets and programs, because this is NOT a diet, this is a whole new outlook on food and getting healthy. I’m getting the physical movement that my body needs, something it has not had for so long. Thank you Jasinda for changing my life and my family’s lives for the better. And I’m proud to be a part of the start of a REVOLUTION! — Tracie W, 46

I have accomplished some amazing things in just eight weeks: I’ve lost pounds and inches, I’ve gone from a sedentary lifestyle to participating in a 5K, I’ve kicked my pop habit (I never in my life thought I would be able to go five weeks without a soda and not miss it!). I’ve been able to stop taking one of my daily medications and, most importantly, I feel better physically and mentally than I have in YEARS…Not only has Jasinda changed my life, but she has given it back to me. Don’t think eight weeks can change your life? Think again! — Kerry G, 44

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