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Welcome! I'm Jean Joachim. I write contemporary romance from the sets of Hollywood to Broadway stage to the football gridiron. My stories are set in small towns and the Big Apple.

Looking for books to fill up your Kindle? How about a series about the men and women of Hollywood? 

 Here's the series starter. It's' free.

 Fresh-faced quarterback Mark thinks he’s scored a touchdown after winning actress Penny Thatcher’s affection. But a public revelation soon threatens his chances…. Is love the one game he can’t win? A charming will-they-won’t-they romance.

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Here's a bit about the first book in the series. 

Does love always mean total truth? Successfully shunning the limelight was one way for Megan Davis to keep her family secret. A successful financial advisor, Meg was shocked when she was selected to launch a celebrity division for her investment firm.
Gorgeous, magnetic movie star, Chaz Duncan, wary of women who wanted to bask in his fame or sell his secrets to the media, valued privacy above all else. Would he continue his high profile but lonely existence to keep his secret safe? Jealousy, deceit and scandal threaten two careers and the quest for true love and trust in this roller-coaster-ride contemporary romance.

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A TOUCH OF CHRISTMAS IN NEW YORK CITY

Welcome to NYC at Christmas. Let's start with the Museum of Natural History and their origami Christmas tree. All the animal
ornaments are made from folded paper - origami. 

Let's head downtown to Lord & Taylor's, where they have festive windows of holiday scenes with moving figures, music and a charming story. 
Here are a few scenes from those windows.

 It looks real, but it's only a department store window.

Another scene from Lord & Taylor's

Charming, isn't it?

One more. Now let's head down to Rockefeller Center and take a look at a few life-sized angels.

Beautiful.



















Now a bit from my book about Christmas in New York City, Champagne for Christmas.

Nina closed her eyes and ran her hands up his pecs and over his shoulders. When he lifted his head, her lips closed over his. As she pushed her breasts up against his chest, he bore down on her, his tongue stroking hers, his big hands trapping her small ones, pushing them above her head and into the pillowy softness. Nina felt desire rise in her body, coursing through her veins, landing in her core, pooling between her legs.

“I love you.” His words were raspy and breathy.

Clint shifted his weight to his side, freeing up his hand to glide down Nina’s body. He started at her shoulder, stopped to squeeze her breast gently, then continued down her hip to her thigh. Nina opened her legs. He moved his hand to her inner thigh then up into her slick heat and closed his eyes.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, almost paralyzed by the need * in her. She slid her hand down his hip and closed her fingers around him.

His eyes popped open. “Oh, baby!” He eased two fingertips into her in response.

She gasped, her hips instinctively arching toward him, wanting more. He pumped in and out of her slowly, making her body rise and fall with him. Her hand tightened on him, moving along with his rhythm.

“Ready?” he whispered.

“God,” she muttered, her eyes closed.

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“Ms. Joachim`s holiday book is a joy to read from beginning to end. I was instantly swept up and into the story. Many a time I could imagine myself standing on the streets of New York and seeing what had been so wonderfully described…” V.L.

 “This is a wonderful, feel good story.” Amazon review

About the book: Can a craving for mint chip ice cream and a passion for the theater keep a summer romance hot through an icy winter? Champagne for Christmas is a story with a happy ending you’ll never see coming.

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Thank you for coming. I hope your town puts on a beautiful show for the holidays. 

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Here's a bit about  the book. Can a craving for mint chip ice cream and a passion for the theater keep a summer romance hot through a freezing winter? Clint is a high school English teacher and a budding playwright. Nina, a former actress, is now a beautiful and wealthy widow.

   A chance meeting brings them together. Their passion for the stage joins their minds while love blossoms, despite their age gap. The theater, that once united them, may be the one hurdle they can’t clear. It's a steamy romance in the glorious and glitzy Big Apple at Christmas with a happy ending you’ll never see coming. 

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A wintry excerpt from the prologue. 

Wrapped in a luxurious mink coat and nothing else, Nina Wells stood, alone, on the terrace of her lavish New York City apartment, watching snowflakes fall. Even the Christmas lights, blinking at her from Fifth Avenue across the park, didn’t melt the frost surrounding her heart. The wind gathered strength, whipping tiny, icy bits into her face, stinging like a million needles. The blowing sent the chill factor plummeting to zero. With a little shiver, she flipped up the collar to cover her bare neck.

Will I ever see Clint again? Probably not. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. I’m too old for him, anyway. How stupid to fall for a younger man. I should’ve known better. She blew out a breath then returned to the warmth her tony place.

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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "DANCE"

Back to Buddy Carruthers' story in the First & Ten series this week. The word prompt is "dance". Thank you so much for coming. Click on Tuesday Tales at the end of this post to go back to the wonderful writers on the Tuesday Tales blog. 

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In the locker room, under a hot shower, Buddy thought back to the first time he and Emmy made love. They had been friends in college, hanging out, studying and eating together for weeks with nothing but a few steamy kisses, until the Spring Dance.

He’d attended all the dances in high school, even though he wasn’t much of a dancer. His best friend and quarterback for the Kensington State team, Mark Davis, had kidded Buddy about getting a date. It didn’t take him but a second to decide to ask Emmy. Buddy had seen the beauty and sweetness of the shy girl, hiding behind her guitar.

 As he toweled off, he pictured her in a teal blue, shiny dress. It had hugged her curvy figure like a second skin. Once she had shed her baggy jeans and big shirts, she had been the most gorgeous girl on campus. He had wanted her.

 They had danced mostly slow dances as neither one had liked dancing fast. She smelled of spring blossoms and shampoo. Buddy had wished everyone else would vanish, evaporate somehow, so they could be alone with the music.

   It was warm for April. Buddy had taken Emmy out to eat, then they ended up at the old, deserted barn on the outskirts of town. Emmy had expressed interest in exploring the dusty, smelly structure.  

   Buddy had picked her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her across the soggy ground. The moon had shone through a hole in the roof. He put her down on some hay and joined her.

As he put his car in gear, he remembered how soft her skin was. She was willing, almost anxious to give herself to him. He relished the idea of being her first. They had taken their time undressing, their shyness covered by shadows. He had been gentle and had tried to take his time, but the sight of her moon-kissed, naked body had stoked his passion beyond his endurance.

   Stopped at a red light, the memory of his second try in that old barn, his amazing self-control and the pleasure he had received at satisfying her brought warmth to his heart. Tonight he was going to make love to her that same way. He could hardly wait to rekindle those old fires, still smoldering deep inside.  

   He turned into his street and raised his eyebrows at the sight of news vans blocking his driveway. Buddy maneuvered his way through the scraggly crowd. He evaded their questions, hammering him from all sides.

   After murmuring “no comment” a dozen times, he pushed his way into the house and shoved the door closed. Silence greeted him.

   “Gert! Gert! Are you here?”

   A soft scuffling of feet greeted him. She appeared from the kitchen.

   “What the hell? Where’s Emmy?” He dropped his keys on the front hall table.

   “Gone, Mr. Carruthers. Gone.” She shook her head. 

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