Monday, November 11, 2013

Exclusive interview!

Jenna Byrnes and I are extremely pleased to have a new interview up for all you lovely readers. If you'd like to check it and us out, and read an exclusive bit of news about us, here's the link: at the Female First blog. The interview was done by the lovely Lucy Walton and she managed to ask us some very interesting questions.

Love to hear from you all!


Thursday, October 24, 2013

Frankie's Flame, by Jude and Jenna is available now!

Frankie’s Flame
Jude Mason, Jenna Byrnes

This is book six in the Kindred Spirits series, see the full series listing here

They say opposites attract. Can a geek and a hunk find happiness among the ghostly apparitions at Whisker’s Seaside Inn?

Two very different men with one shared problem.

Frankie Nelson is a computer geek with a problem. He’s caught his life partner cheating on him, and the socially awkward side of him is not sure how to deal with it. He decides to get away and clear his head, winding up at Whiskers’ Seaside Inn, the Oceanside home of his Aunt Delia.

Raul Herrara is a sporty outdoorsman who doesn’t even own a computer. When he meets Frankie it’s apparent they have little in common—other than a mutual deep lusty desire for each other. Just when Raul realises he’s fallen for the shy nerd, Frankie’s partner comes to claim him. Unless Frankie can speak up for himself, the new relationship may be over before it’s really begun.

Reader Advisory: This book is part of a series but may be read as a standalone story.

Monday, September 09, 2013

Dylan's Dilemma - Book 5 in the Kindred Spirits Series

Dylan's Dilemma
By Jude Mason and Jenna Byrnes
Publisher: Total E-Bound
erotic rating: total-e-burning
ISBN: 978-0-85715-510-8
Genre: Gay MM/ Paranormal

Book five in the Kindred Spirits Series

A handsome hunk, sceptical of ghosts, and the bad boy ex-con who’s stolen his heart, have a rousing good time at Whiskers’ Seaside Inn.

Dylan Wyatt doesn’t believe in ghosts. That’s what he keeps telling himself, night after night, when noises and unusual happenings at Whiskers’ Seaside Inn wake him. He’s there for two weeks running the place while his brother Cade and groom Ethan are away on their honeymoon. His first assignment is to oversee the removal of the wedding tent, tables and chairs. Dylan decides he’s more interested in watching one of the workmen, handsome, hunky Scott.

Besides having a tiger tattoo running from his neck to his wrist, Scott’s got a waist-length braid and has done prison time. He’s not Dylan’s usual type, but that might be part of the attraction. Dylan hires the handyman to do some work at Whiskers’, and winds up getting a lot more than he bargained for.

Like it or not, Dylan’s forced to figure out what’s going on if things at Whiskers’ are ever going to return to normal. If there is a Whiskers’ normal?


“What do we have here?” Coffee in hand, Dylan Wyatt stood just inside the inn’s double doors. He was admiring the view, but not of Whiskers’ Seaside Inn’s picturesque setting. His attention was drawn to a tall, slender man who’d just climbed out of an old, white truck. The newcomer sported a black leather vest over a ragged T-shirt, an unusual combination considering the warm summer weather. ‘Unusual’ seemed to be an appropriate word for the man, whose hair ran in a thick braid down his back. A large, colourful tattoo wound down one arm to his wrist.

He fills out those worn blue jeans in a nice way. Dylan shook his head in an attempt to clear the thought. He couldn’t get a grip on what he found so intriguing. He’d never been attracted to tattooed physiques in the past, but this guy seemed different. An air of—what? Mystery? Danger?—surrounded the handsome hunk like thick fog.

“Hey, daydreamer.” The words came from a very short, nearly bald man climbing from the front seat of the truck. “Give us a hand, would you?”

Dylan’s head snapped in the direction of the voice, wondering if the guy was talking to him. He quickly realised the driver was speaking to the handsome hunk.

With an obvious sigh, the sexy fellow in tight jeans turned his attention from the ocean and made his way to the rear of the truck.

Dylan bit back a chuckle. The view was incredible, but the guy wasn’t there to sight-see. He was one of the men hired to tear down the marquee, tables and chairs brought in for the wedding at the inn the previous day. Dylan’s brother, Cade, and his groom, Ethan, had finally tied the knot with a full-scale celebration. Once they’d got past some pre-wedding nonsense, the ceremony had gone off without a hitch, and guests had partied late into the night. Now, the couple were off on their honeymoon, leaving Dylan to run the inn for a couple of weeks. His first chore was to supervise the cleanup.

Dylan noted annoyance on the balding man’s face when the hunk, moving at his own slow pace, reached for the armload of strapping he held out. Shorty was obviously in charge. Two other men stood idly by, each bearing a burden of rope or burlap. It wasn’t a terribly big job, but it was hot outside, and no one seemed anxious to get started before anyone else.

The wedding paraphernalia had to be removed that afternoon so the garden and yard could return to normal for incoming guests. Logan Emerson, the inn’s former cook who had spearheaded the wedding plans, had hired local barkeep, Joe Swanson, and his crew to do the teardown. Dylan eyed the workers, his attention going back to the tall, dark-haired hunk and staying there. The stud’s three-day beard growth was nearly as black as his hair. When the hunk turned his back again, Dylan dragged his gaze off the man’s ass long enough to realise the thick, braided hair nearly reached his waist.

“Yowzah!” Dylan whispered and sucked in his breath. That’d definitely be something to hang onto during… He pushed that thought aside. The guy was probably as straight as an arrow, so whatever Dylan might dream up, he’d be disappointed.

Nevertheless, he had to go out and talk to this Joe guy. Setting his cup on the nearest table, he pushed his fingers through his own shoulder-length, brown hair and walked out into the sunlight. Joe had stopped the truck at the far end of the parking lot, so Dylan got another look at Mr. Hunk on the way over. By the time he reached the truck, Dylan was tempted to grab a handful of the hottie’s hair just to see what would happen. He forced down his lustful thoughts and approached Joe.

“Joe Swanson?” Dylan extended his right hand towards the balding man. “I’m Dylan Wyatt. I’m taking care of the place while the newlyweds are away for a couple of weeks.”

Joe reached out and took Dylan’s hand, giving it a vigorous shake. “Mr. Wyatt, good to meet you. Logan told me you’d be here to make sure we got this right. The marquee, tables and chairs, that’s all you want us to take, right?”

“Yes, that’s it. Logan said you’d be able to return the stuff to the rental place on Monday.”

“Yeah, the store is just a couple of blocks from my bar. I’ll have the boys run everything back in the morning.” Joe nodded towards the men he’d brought.

Dylan thought the other two guys looked like they could be twins, blond, beefy and middle-aged, each with a large nose that screamed family trait. The last, but definitely not the least, was Mr. Hunk. Dylan’s cock pulsed, and he shifted his stance, hoping that was all that happened. “That’ll be fine.”

“We’ll get right to work, Mr. Wyatt. Shouldn’t take us more than a couple of hours, three at the outside. I’ll shout when we’re loaded so you can give a quick look-see, if you want.” Joe raised his arm and motioned the men to head onto the lawn.

“Sounds good. The inn is pretty empty right now, so you shouldn’t be disturbed. Most of the wedding guests have checked out. The next batch of tourists is supposed to arrive tonight or tomorrow.”

Joe nodded and followed his men to where the marquee covered a good portion of the backyard.

Dylan stood watching as they entered the canvas enclosure. Less than a minute later, he heard the rattle of chairs being stacked and tables being broken down.

Voices came from the direction of the lobby, and Dylan headed inside. More guests were ready to sign out, and he hurried to the desk.

Thursday, September 05, 2013

Quinn's Blessing - Book 4 in the Kindred Spirits Series

Quinn’s Blessing
Book four in the Kindred Spirits Series
By Jude Mason and Jenna Byrnes
ISBN: 978-0-85715-338-8
Publisher: Total E-Bound
Genre: Paranormal/ Gay M/M


Jack Donner arrives at Whiskers’ just in time for a wedding, but so has someone else, whose motives aren’t quite so pure.

There’s a cook’s position open at Whiskers’ Seaside Inn and Jack Donner thinks he’s just the man for the job. Resume and references in hand, he applies to fill the spot and lands himself a gig that will pay his bills, not to mention give him a room with a killer view. He’s doesn’t expect to meet the sexiest hunk imaginable, but that turns out to be another perk of the job.

Quinn Stevens is the handsome minister preparing to unite the inn owners, Ethan Roberts and Cade Wyatt, in marriage. When he arrives to discuss the ceremony, he’s bowled over by the new cook and sexual sparks fly between them.

Jack’s intrigued by the bride ghost who visits him in the night, until her actions take a sinister turn. It seems the view’s not the only thing ‘killer’ at the inn. With his great new job in jeopardy, Jack struggles to save it, and the fragile relationship he’s forged with the reverend. He and Quinn soon discover if there’s going to be a wedding, they have work to do. Can they solve the mystery of Catherine’s 1898 nuptials so Ethan and Cade—and everyone else at Whiskers’—can live happily ever after?

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Saturday, August 31, 2013

Alex's Appeal - Book 3 in the Kindred Spirits Series

Alex’s Appeal
Book three in the Kindred Spirits Series
by Jenna Byrnes and Jude Mason
ISBN: 978-0-85715-247-3
Genre: Paranormal/ Gay
Publisher: Total E-Bound

A bear of a lawyer in mourning, a handsome young chef who falls head over heels, and a mystery that threatens their happiness are just the beginning of the events at Whisker’s Seaside Inn.
Lawyer Alex Brookfield arrives at Whiskers’ Seaside Inn with a big decision weighing heavily on him. He’s been offered a judgeship, and while it’s an incredible promotion, it would mean leaving the house he shared with his late, long-time partner. Russ died of cancer eight months ago, and although Alex is ready to move on, he isn’t sure about such a big, permanent step.

Logan Emerson is the inn’s chef, and wouldn’t mind cooking up something special with the handsome attorney. He’s not concerned about their fourteen year age difference. He just knows what he likes and isn’t afraid to go after the hunky bear of a man.

Alex heard stories about the inn’s ghosts from its owner, his friend and former lover Ethan Roberts. But he’s totally unprepared for the spirit who shows up his first night there.

Between futile attempts to fend off the frisky young cook, and his offer to help inn co-owner Cade Wyatt come up with a romantic marriage proposal for Ethan, Alex finds his hands, and his bed, quite full.


Chapter One

“What kind of a crap outfit leaves a customer standing at the door with enough luggage to choke a small army? Lazy bunch of no good…”Alex Brookfield let the rest of the sentence fade into nothingness while he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud.

Across the beautifully appointed lobby, he saw the owner and his good friend, Ethan Roberts, tense. The man spun away from the picture window and faced him, a scowl distorting his normally handsome face. An instant later, the frown faded, replaced by a gaping-mouth look of confusion.

Alex couldn’t stop the laughter from erupting. The look on Ethan’s face was hilarious. The wide-eyed stare, priceless.

“Well, fuck!” Ethan managed to get out after only a few more seconds of obvious confusion. “Alex, I should have known it was you.”

Alex, dressed in his usual suit and tie, strode across the floor, leaving his large suitcase where it was, blocking the doorway. “Possibly, but I’m glad you didn’t. I haven’t had a good belly laugh like that in months.”

With his hand extended, Ethan took a couple of steps forward and grasped Alex’s hand, giving it an enthusiastic shake. “Welcome to Whiskers’, Alex. It’s been too long, my friend.” The owner of the inn patted Alex on the shoulder then pulled him closer for a warm hug. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Thanks, Ethan.” Alex accepted the hug. For an instant, it brought back memories of college days when he and Ethan had been more than friends. But that was a long time ago, and they’d parted on the best of terms. “Really, to leave a man’s luggage sitting by the door. Anyone could walk in and swipe it, you know. And me being a lawyer and all, I’d have to sue.” The last words came out with laughter that came bubbling up again.

“Bloody hell, man.” Ethan grinned and pulled him towards the front desk. “My luck, you’d do it and claim you’ve got all the family treasures, the deeds to any property you own and the winning lottery ticket you purchased not ten minutes ago.”


Saturday, August 24, 2013

Hunter's Light - book 2 in the Kindred Spirits Series

Hunter’s Light
Book two in the Kindred Spirits Series
Jude Mason & Jenna Byrnes
ISBN: 978-1-907280-00-9
Publisher: Total E-Bound
Erotic rating: total-e-burning
Genre: Paranormal/Gay


A haunted lighthouse, a handsome keeper and one freelance writer with a penchant for ghosts keep things hopping at Whiskers' Seaside Inn.

David Sanderson arrives at Whiskers' Seaside Inn, excited by the prospect of investigating the local ghosts. He's a freelance writer with a keen sense of the supernatural and enthusiasm to spare. When the ghosts fail to make an appearance, David is directed to the Harbour Point Light, where an active spirit is known to exist. And one handsome lighthouse keeper.

Hunter Pierce isn't sure he wants someone writing an article about his lighthouse and the ghost who inhabits it. He lives a quiet, solitary life in his little house by the tower and doesn't relish the idea of tourists taking over the place.

Their priorities might clash, but David and Hunter mesh in all the ways that count. Can an intense physical relationship be enough? And are there more ghosts at the lighthouse than the captain? Someone doesn't like David hanging around. David vows to figure out why, and hopefully, in the process, figure out what to do with the new love he's found.


David slipped through the gate and advanced towards the tower. It looked taller and more impressive up close. The white paint looked fresh, and he figured the keeper maintained it. One of the many chores the guy found to stay busy. David couldn’t imagine it was a very taxing job.
At the bottom of the lighthouse, he stared up almost into the sun. The tower was absolutely amazing. He had to see more.
He glanced towards the small house a dozen metres away. So neat and tidy, it was hard to tell if anyone lived there. A sandy pair of sneakers by the door was the only tell-tale sign of inhabitance.
He should knock and speak to the keeper. The sensible thing to do. The lure of the lighthouse was strong, though, and he approached it, instead. He circled the base until he spotted the door up a few concrete steps.
David climbed the stairs slowly, almost in awe. The place felt historic. Something more…
An aura surrounded the tower like a glowing halo.
“What the—” He reached out and touched the bright red door. Images flashed through his mind—pelting rain, lightning, a ship’s captain struggling against a horrible storm. Scenes so vivid, David thought he was there. He pulled his hand away, and the visions stopped, but his heart continued to race. “Son of a bitch!”
Eager for more, he grasped the knob and turned. Locked. He pressed against the cool, metal door, but no further images came to him.
“Aw, come on!” He rattled the knob and pounded on the door a few times. Desperate to get inside, he jogged down the stairs and rounded the tower, looking for another way in. He found a small window and pressed his face against the cloudy glass.
“Who the devil are you, and what are you doing?” a voice called from behind him.
David spun around, shocked. A man was approaching from the water’s edge. He’d apparently been swimming, judging by the drops glistening on his bare, lightly furred chest. His only clothing was a pair of black trunks which clung tightly to his skin. David quickly took in the sight but didn’t dare focus on the tempting, black fabric or the long, muscular legs beneath. He glanced at the man’s face and inhaled at the equally gorgeous view.
It’s him! The guy from the inn that first morning.
The neatly trimmed beard and wavy hair were blond, although it was hard to tell with the thick, wet mass slicked away from his face. Handsome, tan, with sculpted cheekbones and blue eyes the colour of sapphires, the man was a sight to behold.
David blinked and realised the blue eyes were shooting sparks at him as the man drew closer.
“Get away from there!” the hunk yelled, voice gruff with irritation.
“Wait.” David realised how he must have looked. Overzealous as usual, he’d gotten carried away again. “I’m David Sanderson. I’m staying at the Whiskers’ Inn. You must be Hunter. I saw you when I first got there.”
With a few, long strides, the man was upon him. He grabbed David by the scruff of the neck with one hand and muttered, “I don’t give a damn if you’re the fucking lottery commissioner here to award my prize. Nobody treats my property that way.” With a firm grasp, he shoved David towards the gate leading to the road.
“Your property?” David stammered while being swept along. “I thought the Coast Guard—”
They reached the gate, and the man shoved David towards the metal frame. “Get out.”
“Listen,” David frantically tried to explain. “Cade sent me. He said—”
“Cade would never send someone to beat down the door of my lighthouse.”
“I wasn’t trying to, really. It’s just…I felt something—an aura, almost like a supernatural glow around the place.”
The man froze.
David looked at him. “You are Hunter, right?”
The man scowled. “You need to leave. Now.”
David’s enthusiasm couldn’t be quelled, but he knew there was a time and a place to do things right. Again, he’d jumped in like a panting bulldog pup. “Maybe I could have Cade call you,” he suggested.
“Yeah, you do that.” Hunter stood back from the fence and folded his arms across his broad chest.
David climbed through the gate and glanced back with a hopeful smile. He’d finally uncovered some paranormal activity—and found his sexy stud along with it.
Perhaps his trip had taken a turn for the better.