Introducing Jennifer Lynne…and a suburban love story

Hi, I’m Jennifer Lynne and Educating Ethan is my first release with Breathless Press. This older woman/younger man novella has a couple of other “firsts” associated with it – it is my first sensual romance (as opposed to previous erotic releases) and was the first of two novellas I wrote with one hand while recovering from shoulder surgery. So it has a special place in my heart, that’s for sure!

Looking out the window while I lay on my couch and recuperated, watching my neighbors go about their daily lives, led to the “birth” of Ethan and Ida’s suburban love story. This gorgeous couple kept me sane during a difficult time!

So who am I? I’m a mum of two teenagers and stepmum of two young adults, and I work by day in medical admin. By night I write sensual and erotic romance from my home in Melbourne, Australia. Educating Ethan is my fourth published romance.

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Blurb:

Ida Deloraine intends to build herself a new life and a catering career, after a painful divorce. When the much younger Ethan Holt moves in across the street, an innocent flirtation quickly becomes serious when the two realise their age difference is no barrier to all-consuming passion. But Ethan is the exact opposite of what Ida is looking for in a sexual partner. In her eyes he is young and vibrant, with his life and his dreams still ahead of him, whereas hers are all in the past. Can Ethan, who is fighting his own demons in the form of a car accident, failed marriage and forced career change, convince Ida to overcome the past and live for the moment? And just who is educating who in this cougar encounter?

Educating Ethan excerpt:

Possibility, she thought. He represents the possibility of excitement. Of passion. The transient headiness of lust about to be fulfilled. All the things that most women wanted and rarely got. All the things that she wanted and had never truly had before.

“Ethan, do you mind if I ask how old you are?” She strove for dispassionate interest, took a careful sip of her wine, then sat where he indicated— on a bench seat in a little breakfast nook. But her glass clattered hard on the windowsill when she put it down.

“No, I don’t mind,” he answered. “I’m twenty-five. And you’re…what? Thirtyish?”

“Thirty-six.”

“Wow, you don’t look that old.”

“Oh—kay.”

Her tone was flat, and he flushed in response. “Shit! Sorry, that didn’t come out right. I meant—”

“It’s okay, Ethan. I think maybe I should—”

“Don’t go! Hell!” He reached out to stop her as she began to rise, and then exhaled noisily. “I’m an idiot, Ida. I didn’t mean it that way. I meant it…as a compliment, believe it or not. You look a lot younger than thirty-six. That’s what I meant.”

She saw genuine dismay in the depths of his eyes, and something in her relaxed.

“It’s okay,” she said again, but this time she meant it. “Thanks.”

He sat heavily beside her and leaned close. That warm male scent enveloped her, elusive and yet tangible enough to send her heart rate into overdrive. But he was still frowning. She reached out to trace his jawline, and a hint of stubble rasped against her fingertip. A firm jaw; stubborn-looking. Manly.

“Relax, Ethan,” she said. “I won’t bite. Unless you want me to, that is.” Oh my God, did I actually say that out loud?

His intake of breath was sharp, and the brown eyes darkened almost black. “That sounds like an intriguing proposition.”

His gaze dropped to her neck where, no doubt, he could see how fast her pulse was racing. She tried to slow her breathing, but when he reached up to trace along her collarbone with spread fingers, her breath caught. She could feel the faint tremble in his touch as he moved over the pulsing point in her neck to the rounded line of her camisole top.

“So.” He stared into her eyes as one finger hooked onto the edge of the material.”I just need to say the word, and you would bite me? Anywhere?” One brow lifted slightly at her breathless nod. “And if I were to bite you, Miss Ida, where would you want it? Just out of curiosity, you know.” His fingers danced along the line of her top in a caress that felt incredibly intimate, avoiding her now jutting nipples but all the more enticing because of its elusive restraint. “Educate me.”

How had she doubted that this chemistry was one-sided? She’d seen the evidence of his interest yesterday in her kitchen, and she could sense it again now, without looking down this time, as she took in the heat of his gaze and the taut strength of the body leaning in toward her. She could almost smell the musky scent of arousal, though she was unsure whether that was coming from him or her. Maybe it was a combination of both. Her body responded to his closeness with a trembling anticipation, and she felt over-sensitized, like a guitar string  pulled too tight. If he were to strum his thumb across her skin one more time, she might just come apart beneath his hands.

Educate him? Somehow, in the space of a few seconds, he had turned things around so that he was the one in control. How had that happened?

Educating Ethan is available now from: http://www.breathlesspress.com/educating-ethan

Hello All
It’s Ivy Bateman here to give you a little info on my first Breathless Press release, Between the Lines, and a wee bit of a story about how I came to be.
You see Ivy Bateman is a pen name. A blanket of security wrapped around a small town writer. I’ve been lurking around the edges of her mind for a while, my presence slowly making a comfortable home in the dark recesses of her mind. Did hiding out worry me? No, I knew she would find me out sooner or later. I had faith that I could live below the surface for only so long. Once she started humming my song, began to think in the key of erotica, she happily acknowledged that not only did I exist, but that she would be delighted to have me stay. We’ve become good friends, but…
Will I stay under the covers forever? (Or rather on the covers, we are talking about books after all.) Maybe, maybe not—perhaps one day, she’ll let the Ivy clad fortress of her disguise be torn down and shout from the rooftops that is she, not I, who is a spinner of erotic tales.
Until then I’ll be here, shielding her from view, being her spokes model, singing in her voice, and writing in hand.
You can find me lurking in a few places, other than the depths of her mind.
Ivy B on Facebook, Twitter and in Blogland Ivy B Misbehavin’
Now, here’s a blurb about my first book Between the Lines that is now available for purchase from
Breathless Press and All Romance Ebooks.

Between the Lines,

Blurb…
Lara Munroe is perfectly fine with the characters in her books having better sex lives than she does, until the night she meets Devin Monaghan.
When erotica writer Lara Munroe heads down to the ballroom to take part in an extravagant book launch, she has no idea her path will finally cross with political writer Devin Monaghan. He’s smart, sexy, and roguishly handsome, and the chemistry between them is instantaneous. Lara feels her natural guard slip whenever she lays eyes on him. The thought of a night with Devin becomes more than a little distracting.
Devin, who could have any woman in the crowd to share his hotel bed, quickly sets his sights on Lara. He finds her alluring, beautiful, and intoxicating, and his attraction to the erotica writer had started long before their first encounter in the hotel elevator.
Lara and Devin have their careers to think about, a busy evening ahead, and very little chance for verbal communication. However, that doesn’t stop them from coming together. They are both authors, and words are their greatest medium, but even they know that when it comes to figuring out how to get exactly who you want, it could be as simple as reading between the lines.