Amazon Bestseller: To Die For by Jess Molly Brown

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Released on November 10th, 2016, To Die For reached #2 on the Amazon Bestseller List, #5 in Amazon Short Stories and #5 in Amazon Young Adult New Releases.

Summary:

No one knows how the plague began. Now, touching is forbidden. Every person is a carrier. One accidental caress brings death.

But love transcends every ill, doesn’t it?

Once, there was a pair of beautiful souls. Elle and Robbie couldn’t obey the rules. They were the last, and the first, and the means to a cure. This is their story. It is no less vital for its brevity, for love is unending.

Someday, those who are Unblemished will form a new history thanks to Robbie and Elle.

A Post-Apocalyptic Romance, prequel to The Unblemished

 

Vintage close up portrait of a passionate couple

Excerpt:

It all began with craving a lithe finger to trace her lips. Like magnets, Elle and Robbie were attracted inexorably. Seated at their mahogany work stations, separated by an expanse of desktop, she’d watched him remove his glove to scratch his forehead. Robbie’s neat, rounded nails and elegant fingertips had never sported calluses, or a paper cut, or dirt. She coveted them. Madness. Across the desk, he recognized her absorption, flexed his hand and clenched it shut.

“I can’t do this anymore, Robbie.”

“I know.” A voice as old as the world. Blue eyes: pristine twin pools to drown in. “What are we going to do?”

Muscles, ligament, bone: how she longed to explore his warm hand. “Better . . .”

He waited.

“Better to have loved and lost . . .”

She traced her soft lips and smiled, warm to the marrow of her bones.

About the Author:

Jess red sweaterDon’t be fooled by the seeming tranquility, Jess is scheming. There are a lot of characters in her head and all of them want out.

She edits for professional authors and is always tutoring somebody. She got her start eight years ago, in fan fiction, and is proud of it.

Four great kids, one husband *coughbiggestkidofallcough* and two dogs ensure that the house is always messy. The garden’s overflowing with blooms, but weedy. The grass always needs cutting, provided it’s not buried beneath snow. She lives in Canada, eh? The dogs are walked, the kids get fed, the hubbs hasn’t killed anybody yet, the books Jess reads she reviews, and somehow, the people in her head manage to make it into stories. Occasionally, she embarrasses her kids by doing Zumba in front of their friends. It’s just how she rolls.

Come join her quest for world domination at https://www.jessmollybrownauthor.com

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Cover Reveal + Giveaway: To Die For by Jess Molly Brown

Surprise! I’m releasing a short story without too much fanfare. I’d have liked to give you another novel this year but life’s been kinda nuts. My published friends have always said they don’t have time to write. It’s true. No, it doesn’t make sense until you’ve been there.

Anyhoo, this is a little story I wrote in 2014 after my son had open heart surgery. The plot has nothing to do with that, but maybe it explains why I wrote a tearjerker. Yeah, had to get out the angst, eh? And I was tired of hospitals for my kid’s sake. That’s the genesis of this story.

The chief reason I love being an Indie is that I don’t like to stick to one genre. This one’s different, even for me. Yes, it’s a sad story. But it’s only the prelude to the bigger work, which is a triumphant tale. I don’t even know how long the story will be yet, because Harlan hasn’t told me. He’s the protagonist of The Unblemished, and he’s most definitely going to save the world. I think he and his allies are going to take three books to do that. It may be two, it may be four. I don’t know yet. But it’s going to be a shocking ride. Many of you know I tend to write sagas. I do hope you’ll come along on this journey with me!

I’d like to thank T.M. Franklin for my cover. She sent me four sample covers, just so you know. I hope to end up needing all of them. But this cover is perfection. My friend T.M. does gorgeous work. You can see more of it here.

Without further ado, let me present To Die For: a Prequel to The Unblemished.

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GENRE: Post-Apocalyptic Romance

RELEASE DATE: Saturday, November 12th, 2016

SUMMARY:

No one knows how the plague began. Now, touching is forbidden. Every person is a carrier. One accidental caress brings death.

But love transcends every ill, doesn’t it?

Once, there was a pair of beautiful souls. Elle and Robbie couldn’t obey the rules. They were the last, and the first, and the means to a cure. This is their story. It is no less vital for its brevity, for love is unending.

Someday, those who are Unblemished will form a new history thanks to Robbie and Elle.

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EXCERPT:

It all began with craving a lithe finger to trace her lips. Like magnets, Elle and Robbie were attracted inexorably. Seated at their mahogany work stations, separated by an expanse of desktop, she’d watched him remove his glove to scratch his forehead. Robbie’s neat, rounded nails and elegant fingertips had never sported calluses, or a paper cut, or dirt. She coveted them. Madness. Across the desk, he recognized her absorption, flexed his hand and clenched it shut.

“I can’t do this anymore, Robbie.”

“I know.” A voice as old as the world. Blue eyes: pristine twin pools to drown in. “What are we going to do?”

Muscles, ligament, bone: how she longed to explore his warm hand. “Better . . .”

He waited.

“Better to have loved and lost . . .”

She traced her soft lips and smiled, warm to the marrow of her bones.

 

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Today is National Book Day. So I’m Canadian. Big whoop. A ton of my favourite authors are American, eh?

When I was a kid, my favourite thing ever was to curl up in a chair with a book. My mom was a teacher so I had quite the library. We have a recording somewhere of me reading Three Little Pigs aloud.

So to celebrate Book Day, tell me what your favourite book is now, and the first book you can remember being your favourite when you were a child. Gimme some detail about why and I’ll raffle off five Kindle copies of MoMs. The contest closes in 24 hours so hurry up and click.

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As well, if you’ve never considered leaving a review of your favourite book, please leave one on Amazon or Goodreads today. Even old books are listed and even if you only say, “This is my favourite,” you’ll be adding to the book’s exposure, so other people find it and enjoy it too.

To those of you who have bought MoMs, and especially to those of you who have left reviews, thank you so much. You have no idea how much it means to me.

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Oh. My favourite book? There are too many to mention. Click on my Goodreads icon and to find my reviews.

Happy reading, everyone!

Hugs,

Jess

 

 

 

Narcissism 101: How I Got My Pen Name

Once upon a time, I stumbled into the world of Twilight Fanfiction. And I was soooo impressed with the medium. I mean, fanfic has always existed, we just didn’t call it that. If you were around in the early 80s, you’ll know about all the Star Trek books that were published with Gene Rodenberry’s permission.

Um, Shakespeare started it. For realz.

There are a ton of great fandom-inspired stories out there, many of which have now been pulled from fanfic sites and published as original fiction. Which has nothing to do with my pen name. As usual, I’m blathering as I wander down a side street, no longer thinking about where I’m supposed to be going.

Hey, this is a first draft, eh? LOL I am unlikely to redraft it, jsyk.

Oh, look! Squirrel!

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Isn’t it the cutest thing?

Okay, okay! I’ll focus.

Well. After about a year of reading Twilight FF, I decided to try my hand at it and that required a user account and a pen name. Because NO WAY did I want to use my real name and have the kids from my school showing up at my door. I was right to worry about that. More later.

My name really is Jess. It’s my preferred name. But I had no idea what to call myself at first and I was looking around the room pensively when my gaze fell upon my dog, Molly.

Molly was named for one of my favourite fictional moms, Molly Weasley from the Potter books.

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My kids say I’m like Molly Weasley to a scary degree. I’m a total Momma Bear. Don’t mess with my cubs. But also, as Fred and George said of her temper, “Don’t let her get on a roll! Once she gets started, she won’t stop for hours!”

I have to admit that’s true. It’s hard to provoke me but once I spout off, I don’t quit.

So, I picked the pen name jmolly. I am named after my dog, who is the Best Dog Ever. And I happily posted FF under that moniker for several years, grateful that the Grade 8’s at my school were oblivious to the fact they were discussing my latest lemon out in the hallway where I could hear them. Man, was that squicky. I overheard them whispering about my FF so many times and I wanted to march up and tell them they weren’t old enough to read it, but I knew I’d out myself.

Yeah. When my eldest hit high school, one of the English teachers was running a jmolly fan club. My son was not impressed. See what I mean about the need for pen names?!?

I will remain safely in my bunker, thank you.

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Uh, it’s not really mine. I found it on Tumblr. I want it, though. I may build one in my back yard. Pretty, no?

Okay. So eventually I started writing original fiction and I started trying to figure out my pen name. A few people suggested I keep Jess Molly.

When you want a pen name, you google it and see who pops up. That way, you don’t find yourself taking a name somebody else in the public eye uses. I googled Jess Molly. I got six hookers, one porn star and a lawyer. Scratch that. I couldn’t possibly share a name with a lawyer.

I seriously wanted Jess Watson. Watson is a family name that goes back a few generations. Well, do you remember the teenager who sailed around the world a few years back? Jess Watson. Sigh.

Through much fussing, I landed on a person who I’ve always rather admired. I watched too many musicals growing up, I suppose, but oddly enough, they got me interested in history. Molly Brown. The Unsinkable. I could relate to that.

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And as for the real lady, what an interesting person!

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I decided I wanted to name myself after the Unsinkable. But I was worried I could be sued for it. I actually consulted a lawyer before taking the name. Obviously, it’s okay to be a Molly Brown. Just not to claim to be THE Molly Brown. Isn’t she pretty?

Funnily enough, I didn’t develop an interest in the Edwardian Era until I started writing a WWI novel this year. And now, I’m totally obsessed with the time period! Weird, eh?

So now you know. Pleased to meet ya. I’m Jess Molly Brown.

 

 

 

 

Blog Tour + Giveaway: Moms on Missions by Jess Molly Brown

 Title: Moms On Missions

Series: Mommageddon Series #1

By: Jess Molly Brown

Publication Date: May 30, 2016

Genre: Contemporary/Humor Women’s Fiction

Artist Vince Russo wants to advance his career but his devout mother, Diana, wants grandchildren. Vince lives in Niagara Falls, the Romance Capital of the World, and he doesn’t even date!

Diana joins the Moms on Missions (“MOM”), who strive to better the lives of their clients’ kids. MOM installs Vince’s fantasy girl upstairs in the duplex where he lives.

Their pick for Vince is sick of dancing to her mother’s tune, so she certainly won’t admit she finds her sensitive, playful neighbour sexy. However, she’d love to make him her pseudo-boyfriend to get MOM off her back.

Will these young rebels come together organically, or is there no hope for their moms?

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“Fuck you!” Drum Boy slams Mrs. P.’s door in his superintendent’s face.

Vince stares open-mouthed at the door in front of him, then turns on the landing to find Paeng at the foot of the stairs, dressed for bed, with no glasses. Steaming, Vince tromps back down the stairs, in time to hear the drumming start again. “What a nerve this guy’s got! Little shit.” Now Drum Boy is singing, too. Badly. Vince stops, wondering whether to turn around and march back up there to rattle his teeth.

Instead, he stomps back into his unit, Paeng at his back, and calls Damon.

“Vince, hey, how’s it hangin’?” Damon asks cheerfully. “Want to hit The Hill for a few beers? I’m dying to get out for a bit.”

“No. Do you hear this?” Vince holds up his phone to the ceiling, hoping it picks up the noise.

Boom boom chuck budda boom boom chuck budda “I don’t need a frickin’ girlfriend!” Boom boom chuck budda boom boom chuck . . . “My neighbour is an asshole!”

“What is that?” Damon asks stupidly.

“It’s your new tenant,” Vince growls. “He drums twenty-four seven. I have explained this to you, Damon. Twice. The last time Paeng and I had two minutes’ peace was the day before he moved in. I am losing it, man. I’m going to go postal soon. If I do, you are going to have to explain why to our mothers, and you are going to have to comfort them both while I’m getting corn-holed in Kingston Pen for capping the little bastard, capisce?”

“Whoa-ho-ho, there Vince! Did you say there’s a guy living up there? It was supposed to be Mrs. Maggione’s friend Gloria’s daughter, Mary. She’s gor—” Damon checks himself, and Vince scowls. “Um, I mean uh . . . Trudy?” he calls to his wife. “Get me another beer!”

Vince counts to ten. “Did Moms on Missions set this up?” There is silence for a couple beats. From Damon, not Drum Boy. The noise from above is as obnoxious as ever.

Damon sighs. “Yeah, you know it. I didn’t even meet the Chiclet.”

“No, no, it’s a guy! And the name on the mailbox says D. Darren, not M. diGiordano. Why didn’t you come to check out the tenant?”

“My mother wouldn’t put a crackhead in there, ya know?”

“And a drummer makes a better tenant because . . .”

Don’t be fooled by the seeming tranquility, Jess is scheming. There are a lot of characters in her head and all of them are yelling for attention.

She edits for professional authors and is always tutoring somebody. She got her start six years ago, in fan fiction, and is proud of it.

Four great kids, one husband *coughbiggestkidofallcough* and two dogs ensure that the house is always messy. The garden’s overflowing with blooms, but weedy. The grass always needs cutting, provided it’s not buried beneath snow. She lives in Canada, eh? The dogs are walked, the kids get fed, the hubbs hasn’t killed anybody yet, the books Jess reads she reviews, and somehow, the people in her head manage to make it into stories. Occasionally, she embarrasses her kids by doing Zumba in front of their friends. It’s just how she rolls.

Come join her quest for world domination at https://www.jessmollybrownauthor.com

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Title: Moms On Missions
Series: Mommageddon Series #1
By: Jess Molly Brown
Publication Date: May 30, 2016
Genre: Contemporary/Humor Women’s Fiction

Artist Vince Russo wants to advance his career but his devout mother, Diana, wants grandchildren. Vince lives in Niagara Falls, the Romance Capital of the World, and he doesn’t even date!

Diana joins the Moms on Missions “ MOM ”, who strive to better the lives of their clients’ kids. MOM installs Vince’s fantasy girl upstairs in the duplex where he lives.

Their pick for Vince is sick of dancing to her mother’s tune, so she certainly won’t admit she finds her sensitive, playful neighbour sexy. However, she’d love to make him her pseudo-boyfriend to get MOM off her back.

Will these young rebels come together organically, or is there no hope for their moms?

“Fuck you!” Drum Boy slams Mrs. P.’s door in his superintendent’s face.

Vince stares open-mouthed at the door in front of him, then turns on the landing to find Paeng at the foot of the stairs, dressed for bed, with no glasses. Steaming, Vince tromps back down the stairs, in time to hear the drumming start again. “What a nerve this guy’s got! Little shit.” Now Drum Boy is singing, too. Badly. Vince stops, wondering whether to turn around and march back up there to rattle his teeth.

Instead, he stomps back into his unit, Paeng at his back, and calls Damon.

“Vince, hey, how’s it hangin’?” Damon asks cheerfully. ”Want to hit The Hill for a few beers? I’m dying to get out for a bit.“

”No. Do you hear this?“ Vince holds up his phone to the ceiling, hoping it picks up the noise.

Boom boom chuck budda boom boom chuck budda “I don’t need a frickin’ girlfriend!” Boom boom chuck budda boom boom chuck . . . “My neighbour is an asshole!”

“What is that?” Damon asks stupidly.

“It’s your new tenant,” Vince growls. ”He drums twenty-four seven. I have explained this to you, Damon. Twice. The last time Paeng and I had two minutes’ peace was the day before he moved in. I am losing it, man. I’m going to go postal soon. If I do, you are going to have to explain why to our mothers, and you are going to have to comfort them both while I’m getting corn-holed in Kingston Pen for capping the little bastard, capisce?”

“Whoa-ho-ho, there Vince! Did you say there’s a guy living up there? It was supposed to be Mrs. Maggione’s friend Gloria’s daughter, Mary. She’s gor–” Damon checks himself, and Vince scowls. “Um, I mean uh . . . Trudy?” he calls to his wife. “Get me another beer!”

Vince counts to ten. “Did Moms on Missions set this up?” There is silence for a couple beats. From Damon, not Drum Boy. The noise from above is as obnoxious as ever.

Damon sighs. “Yeah, you know it. I didn’t even meet the Chiclet.”

“No, no, it’s a guy! And the name on the mailbox says D. Darren, not M. diGiordano. Why didn’t you come to check out the tenant?”

“My mother wouldn’t put a crackhead in there, ya know?”

“And a drummer makes a better tenant because . . .”

Don’t be fooled by the seeming tranquility, Jess is scheming. There are a lot of characters in her head and all of them are yelling for attention.
She edits for professional authors and is always tutoring somebody. She got her start six years ago, in fan fiction, and is proud of it.
Four great kids, one husband *coughbiggestkidofallcough* and two dogs ensure that the house is always messy. The garden’s overflowing with blooms, but weedy. The grass always needs cutting, provided it’s not buried beneath snow. She lives in Canada, eh? The dogs are walked, the kids get fed, the hubbs hasn’t killed anybody yet, the books Jess reads she reviews, and somehow, the people in her head manage to make it into stories. Occasionally, she embarrasses her kids by doing Zumba in front of their friends. It’s just how she rolls.
Come join her quest for world domination at jessmollybrownauthor.com

 

 

Narcissism 101: Squee!!!

Hey! Remember way back in April of 2014 when I told you that one day I’d be doing this?

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Well, I am doing the Internal Happy Dance. I won’t attempt to do it for real because I’d fall down.

You’ve been very patient.

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And I’ve been fairly patient.

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And guess what? Everything’s finally coming together!!!

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Well, maybe not at dawn, but pretty darn close.

Now, I s’pose you’d all like a little peek at Moms on Missions, First book in the Mommageddon Series, am I right? It’s a spicy comedy romance.

Summary:

Artist Vince Russo wants to advance his career but his devout mother, Diana, wants grandchildren. Vince lives in Niagara Falls and he doesn’t even date!

Diana joins the Moms on Missions (“MOM”), who strive to better the lives of their clients’ kids. MOM installs Vince’s fantasy girl upstairs in the duplex where he lives.

Their pick for Vince is sick of dancing to her mother’s tune, so she certainly won’t admit she finds her sensitive, playful neighbour sexy. However, she’d love to make him her pseudo-boyfriend to get MOM off her back.

Will these young rebels come together organically, or is there no hope for their moms?

 

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Excerpt:

The door clicks shut softly behind Vince. Paeng is sitting at the table, eating toast and peanut butter. He glances at Vince curiously. “What did she want?”

“To rip off my ‘nads and force-feed them to me.” Vince sinks into the chair opposite. “I am the screw-up of all screw-ups. I am the king of the idiot world.” He bangs his forehead down on the table and Paeng’s peanut-butter covered knife pings off the table onto the floor. “If all the losers on the planet got together to live in one city, they would name it after me.”

“Can’t be that bad.” Paeng shrugs, retrieving the knife. “What did you do?” He scrapes more peanut butter on his toast.

Vince sits up with his fists curled on the table and looks at him candidly. “Last night, I wanted to hang the drop cloth out on the line, so I took in her laundry.”

Paeng eyes him in confusion. “But, that was . . . nice.”

Vince’s head droops. “Well, I got some paint on one of her bras, and she accused me of snogging it.”

His housemate snorts. “Were you?”

Vince squirms uncomfortably. “No, but . . .”

Paeng is incredulous. “Dude.”

“I may have admired it a little.”

“How?”

Vince can’t look at Paeng. “Wash smells pretty off the line. Fresh air, flowery detergent, you know.”

“How did you paint get on it?”

“Um . . .” Vince swallows hard.

Paeng leans back and rests his hand flat on the table. “Vince.”

Blushing, he snaps at his friend. “I dropped the bra on the wet tarp and I guess I must have accidentally gotten paint on it and touched it to my cheek, okay?”

Paeng is silent as Vince sighs. “I didn’t mean to take my upset out on you, sorry.”

“No big. So, you fondled it. Was it good for you?” Paeng’s eyes glitter, making Vince’s anxiety flare.

“I couldn’t help myself! The girl’s smoking hot and yet she doesn’t appear to own trashy underwear.” He feels all dreamy just thinking about it. “It’s simple and soft . . . it felt so nice. She’s not like any of the girls I’ve met before. She’s direct, feisty and artistic and I bet she’s really smart. She’s nothing like the usual MOM Girl and she’s not even my type. But her underwear is beautiful. She doesn’t wear slutty underwear because she doesn’t put on airs, and oh, God, that’s so attractive. What I wouldn’t give to see—”

Paeng face palms Vince. “Dude. You are waxing poetic about cotton underwear like my sisters wear when they get their periods. It’s just underwear.”

 

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