Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway: Exiled by Jasinda Wilder

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Jasinda Wilder’s Madame X series is irresistibly suspenseful and sexy, and now the highly anticipated final book in the series—Exiled—is coming next week and I’m thrilled to be able to share with you a never-before-seen excerpt!  Plus, make sure to scroll to the bottom of this post for an epic series giveaway!

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Synopsis

New York Times bestselling author Jasinda Wilder presents the conclusion to Madame X’s thrilling saga of discovery.
 
My name is Madame X.
My heart is torn in two.
And now I have to choose…

Caleb is everything to her: lover, caretaker, the man who gave her life meaning when she had none. But as she seeks the truth about herself and her past, she discovers that unravelling Caleb’s web of lies might very well be impossible.

Logan is everything she never knew she wanted: freedom, joy, and a passion she couldn’t anticipate. But is Logan’s love enough to save her from herself, from Caleb, and from the tumultuous truth of her past?

Caught between two equally compelling men, X must make the ultimate choice. But there’s more at stake than just her heart…

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I want to run my hands over his body. Taste his skin. Feel his muscles under my palms. Take his hardness into my hands, feel him love me the way only he can. I don’t move, though. I can’t do that to him. I don’t deserve that with him. Not anymore. Not until I’ve come clean, admitted my sins and begged him to forgive me, if he can, for betraying him, cheating on him. That’s what it was, betrayal, infidelity. I love Logan. Only Logan.

But I am addict. Weak, hooked, unable to control myself.

Logan must see or sense my inner turmoil. He grips the towel and moves to kneel beside me. “Hey. What’s up?”

I shrug. “It’s just a lot.”

“What is?”

I laugh, a bitter, humorless sound. “Everything, Logan. My life. Just . . . everything.”

He sweeps a palm across my cheek. “Talk to me, Isabel.”

I shake my head. “Why? The last thing you need right now is to take on my stick-in-the-mud angst. You need to rest. To heal. Not to worry about me. I should be worrying about you.”

He blows out a breath. “Isabel, why don’t you get this? I am going to worry about you. I am going to care about your problems. They’re my problems, because I want them to be. It’s what you do when you’re in a relationship.”

In a relationship. My gut lurches. “I don’t know how to do that. How to be . . . that.”

“Who does? You make it up as you go, babe.”

“You make it sound easy.”

“Not easy, but simple. You trust me, I trust you. We confide in each other. Depend on each other. Give freely so we’re both getting what we need.”

“That sounds . . . lovely.”

He’s close. One knee on the couch, near my hip. Staring down at me. Indigo eyes warm, inviting, fiery with desire. God, those eyes. That look. The expression that says he wants me, all of me, only me. Needs me. Can’t go another minute without me, without tasting me, feeling me.

I take a breath to unburden myself of the guilt, but he steals it with a kiss. Buries his palm in my hair, cupping the back of my head. Lifting me up into the kiss. Grabbing a handful of hair at the roots and tugging my head gently but firmly backward so he can plunder my mouth. Leaning farther over me.

I can’t not touch him, when he kisses me like this. Smooth my hands over his sides. Roam the curves of his shoulders, the broad plain of his back. Somehow, the towel comes loose. I find myself brushing it away, cupping, gripping, clutching, scratching his backside. Pulling him closer. Feeling him harden between us.

He’s propping himself up with one hand, searching for the hem of my dress with the other. Tugging it up, out of the way. Probing with a finger, sliding it under the gusset of my panties. Finding me wet. Hot. Ready. Touching and touching and touching, until I’m gasping against his kiss and stroking his hardness. Lifting my hips, needing him. Ready for him. Eager. Hungry.

He’s ripping at my panties, and I’ve got him gripped in my fist. I can feel by the tension in his belly and the way he’s breathing that he’s ready. Beyond ready.

“Is . . . God, Isabel.” He murmurs in my ear. His voice is low and rough, but it blasts me with remembrance.

“Logan, wait.”

He touches his forehead to my chest for a brief moment, but then he’s leaning back, upright. Cock jutting hard and ready, eyes tortured with need. “What do you need, babe?” He stares down at me. “If you’re worried about me, don’t. I’m perfectly healthy enough for this, I promise.”

“It’s not that, Logan.” I close my eyes tight, summon courage.

“Then what?”

I can’t look at him, or I’ll forget it all. The desire to obliterate everything with the heat of his kiss and the hardness of his body and the glory of feeling him orgasm in and on and all over me is too strong. If I look at him thus, naked, hard, ready, I’ll forget what I need to do.

“Isabel?” Logan’s voice, prompting me.

I suck in a breath. “We can’t do this, yet. I want to, need to, but I can’t.”

He shifts, plops to the cushion beside me. Drapes the towel over his lap. It tents, somewhat comically, over his massive erection. I force my eyes to focus on his face.

He sees now. This . . . isn’t good.

“Shit.” A breath, a palm passed over his face. “Spill.”

“I don’t even . . . I don’t know where to start.”

He eyes me. There’s an anger and a hardness in his gaze. “Well, then let me venture a guess: Caleb mind-fucked you again. Got you all mixed up and feeling sorry for yourself or for him, or something. Worked whatever magic hold he has on you, got you to sleep with him again. Is that it? That’s it, isn’t it? You let Caleb fuck you again.”

“Logan, I—”

“Yes—or—no, Isabel?”

A tear slides down my cheek. Another. A whole host. “Yes.” A broken sound, a shattered word, a shredded syllable.

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Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway: Exposed (#2, Madame X) by Jasinda Wilder

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Passion, power, seduction and secrets—bestselling author Jasinda Wilder returns with the second highly anticipated installment in the Madame X series, Exposed. With twists you don’t see coming, with grit and emotion, she delivers a story that will have you clamoring for more by the time you flip the final page. I’m so excited to share with you a sneak peek into the novel, which is out March 1st!

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Mar-01New York Times bestselling author Jasinda Wilder presents the second darkly seductive novel starring the mysterious Madame X. 

My name is Madame X.
My life is not my own.
But it could be…
 
Everything Madame X has ever known is contained within the four walls of the penthouse owned by her lover, her keeper—the man who controls her every move and dominates her desires.

While Caleb owns her body, someone else has touched her soul. X’s awakening at the hands of Logan’s raw, honest masculinity has led her down a new path, one that is as exciting as it is terrifying.

But Caleb’s need to own X completely knows no bounds, and he isn’t about to let her go. Not without a fight that could destroy them all…

Excerpt

I am naked; you are clothed.

The way it always is, it seems. Do you keep me naked merely because you enjoy the sight of my nude body? Or is it another form of control, of manipulation? A way of keeping me contained, keeping me captive? Some of both, I think. When I am naked—which is often, now that I live with you in your cavernous tower-top home—your eyes flit and float to me, rake over me, absorb my dusky flesh and athletic curves. Your eyes are always on me, even when you are working. Your eyes move from your laptop to me, pause on the elegant column of my throat, slip and slide down to the valley between my heavy breasts, to the flat plain of my belly, the juncture between my thighs, and then you, somewhat reluctantly, it sometimes seems, force your gaze back to your work.

Life with Caleb Indigo: a concerto of keyboard keys clicking and clacking, an overture of gazes and glances. You are always working. Always. I wake at midnight in the morning to the sound of your phone ringing—your ringer is a plain, old-fashioned bleating of a rotary-style phone—and you answer it with a curt “Indigo,” and you listen carefully, intently, and then respond in as few syllables as possible, end the call, toss the phone onto the nightstand close to hand, and tug me roughly up against your chest. Four a.m.: you jab your legs into slacks, shrug into a button-down, fingers nimble on the buttons, announce that you have business to see to, and then you do not return till three in the morning or four or even six, when you appear looking haggard and unshaven with dark circles under your eyes. But then, I, anticipating your return, am awake. And you know this.

And you stand at my side of the bed, staring down at me, waiting. I roll over, gaze up at you. Slowly, you divest yourself of your clothing. Your gaze will not leave me, and perhaps you slide the flat sheet away to bare my form. I cannot help but notice the way the zipper of your slacks tents and tautens as you gaze at me. And I am, in that moment, flushed with desire.

I cannot help it.

And I do try. Just to see if I have found some new source of self-control where you are concerned.

But the result is always the same: I see you, watch you peel the shirt off, unbutton it quickly, swing your arms back to pinch your shoulder blades together, and the shirt falls away. Your torso is bare, magnificent, a sculpture of tanned, muscled perfection. My throat will tighten and I am compelled to swallow again and again, as if I could swallow down my need for you. And then my gaze will rake down your furrowed eight-pack abdomen to your groin, to your bulging zipper, and my thighs clench around the gush of heated need. My breath comes in panting gasps.

I don’t need to say anything.

You unhook the clasp of your trousers, pinch the zipper tab in your big thumb and long forefinger, slowly draw it down. Free your erection. It will sway in front of my face, tall and hard and perfect.

And I am undone.

Any will I possess is eradicated.

Your hands will be rough on my flesh, scraping, teasing, possessing. And I will revel in that roughness, in the clutch of hard hands on my buttocks, tugging me to the end of the bed and holding me aloft as you plunge into me, eliciting a whimper.

And I will come apart for you, watching the tendons in your neck pulse and tighten, watching your abdomen flex, watching your hips drive, watching your biceps ripple as you keep me held effortlessly where you want me.

And you will come, too, but never quickly. Never until I have reached my own climax. And sometimes not until I have reached it twice. If I do not find that release with the driving and thrust of your body, you press that big thumb to my clitoris and force me to it with gentle, skillful, insistent circles as if you somehow just know precisely how to pleasure me.

When you do find your own release, it is quiet, an intense groan, perhaps a bead of sweat trickling down your temple, as if even your sweat obeys the rule of artfulness that seems to dictate your existence.

And then, done with me, you will brush a thumb over my temple, sweep flyaway locks of raven-black hair aside, grant me a moment of eye contact, a moment of personal connection. Just a moment, only a fragment of time. But something, at least. As if you know I need those moments to continue this . . . game.

This ruse.

This deception.

This faux-domestic relationship.

Without those moments of intimacy granted in that postcoital gaze, I would combust. Detonate.

And even with them, I am discontent. Disturbed.

You know it.

I know it.

But we do not speak of it. I try, and you brush it aside, sweep the conversation away like so much dust from a corner. Answer a phone call, claim to have a meeting to scurry off to, an e-mail to answer, a deal to broker.

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Review: Madame X (#1, Madame X) by Jasinda Wilder

Edgy and provocative, suspenseful with irresistible tension.
It’s a twisted, modern-day fairytale with secrets so deep,
you won’t want to stop reading.
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Synopsis

My name is Madame X.
I’m the best at what I do…

Hired to transform the uncultured, inept sons of the wealthy and powerful into decisive, confident men, Madame X wields culture and wit like a knife. But behind her sophisticated facade X is a woman adrift, trapped between a dangerous past she can’t remember and the protection of a seductive man who claims her body—and her soul.

Undone time and again by his exquisite dominance, X craves and fears his desire in equal measure. And while she longs for the safety of her tower penthouse, she also yearns to escape. But X has never known anything or anyone else—until he came along…

My Review

“You’re mine, and only mine.”

Jasinda Wilder spins her most provocative, most suspenseful tale yet with Madame X. A modern-day mystery, with notes of inspiration from Rapunzel and Cinderella, the story draws you in from the very beginning. The combination of Jasinda’s sharp, sensually atmospheric writing and a multi-layered story steeped in secrets, makes this a compelling page turner.

The tale begins with Madame X. A beautiful woman who sees the world rushing by from the window of her penthouse, locked away by a man who strips her freedom yet keeps her safe. In her luxurious fortress, however, she is in control as she tames scions of wealthy businessmen, teaching them the nuances of power.

But while she wields the power in her penthouse, her own buckles under the dominance of Caleb Indigo. Her employer. Her savior. Her lover. Her captor.

“I belong to one man and one man alone, and he does not share.”

Madame X barely survived her past—one she cannot recall. Caleb pulled her from the throes of death and made her his, body, life and soul. Over the course of six years, however, as clients shuffle in and out her unmarked door, questions compound and her life begins to lose its clarity, especially when she meets Logan Ryan on a rare assignment outside her apartment.

“There is something there, some spark of need. You incite doubt in me. Make me wonder at my own life, at my ordered existence.”

Logan too is a man of mystery. Light, where Caleb is dark, Logan oozes seduction, but in a way altogether different than what she’s known. As temptation beckons and an unmistakable pull tautens, the stakes intensify. Caleb is always watching, consequences are unavoidable.

And as her carefully controlled life wildly unravels, secrets are revealed that could change everything. But would they? Could they? Could Madame X leave the safety of all she’s ever known? Could she leave the arms, however tight and controlling, of the man who saved her life? Or could she embrace the unfamiliar and redefine who she is and perhaps even uncover who she was?

Rife with tightly wound secrets and sensuality, Madame X’s story shifts and twists continuously as the story progresses (expertly written in second person). We realize how she longs for a place, a person to belong to, but by her own choice. By the story’s end, it’s exactly that—choice—that redefines her tale and changes the outlook of her life. Readers will be clamoring for more, as was I, by the flip of the final page.

“I am Madame X, and I am yours.”

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Logan produces a key—Len’s, I assume—from his pocket. Inserts and twists it to activate the elevator, which takes a moment to arrive, and then the doors open.

Logan nudges me on. “That won’t hold him for long. We gotta move, if we want to pull this off.”

He brings us to my floor, his arm around my waist, holding me up, helping me walk, swiftly, but carefully.

At my door, he reaches behind himself, withdraws the gun, a black piece of metal that looks small in his hand, held naturally, as if an extension of his arm. He throws my door open, an arm around me, his body in front of mine. The barrel sweeps the opening, quickly and professionally. He sits me on the couch, waves at me in a gesture to stay, and then disappears into my bedroom.

Moments later he’s back, a stack of clothing in his hands, shoved at me. “You have literally no practical clothes, X. You don’t even have practical underwear.”

He’s chosen a set of black Agent Provocateur lingerie, shelf bra, boy short panties. A pale blue sundress, sleeveless knee-length, red flowers printed around the hem. Strappy silver sandals, the smallest heel in my closet.

I shrug, take the clothes. “I don’t purchase my clothing.”

Logan’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t remark on that comment. “Get dressed,” he says, brusque but with a note of kindness. “We don’t have a lot of time.” He turns away, shoves his hands in his back pockets, the gun barrel stuffed diagonally in his waistband at his back.

I dress quickly. It’s strange how having clothes on can change one’s mind-set.

Logan turns, peeks at me to make sure I’m decent, and then turns around completely. He takes my arms in his hands, eyes sincere, warm. “All right, X. I’m only going ask you this one time, and you need to think hard about your answer.” His hand goes to my cheek, brushes a lock of damp hair off my cheekbone. “I can take you away from here, if that’s what you want. But I’m not going to carry you out of here over my shoulder like some barbarian. You can come with me, or not. It’s your choice.”

I swallow hard.

This is all I know. Caleb, Len, this condo. I glance to the left: my library, the door open, all my books waiting. My window, my view.

But upstairs, that scene. Bent over, a hard hand on my throat. The sorcery of Caleb’s touch, as if my will is somehow subject to such easy manipulation. So easily left alone, no explanation, just an expectation that I’d be there, waiting, ready to do as Caleb instructs.

I don’t know what I want.

I don’t know Logan. The unknown is scary, and when you have no past, no identity, when you’ve but rarely ventured out of the small realm of the familiar, everything is unknown and scary.

But Logan is giving me a choice.

That, in itself, is enough to sway me.

The unknown is terrifying.

An eternity of the same few things I do know . . . that’s scarier yet.

“Take me with you, Logan.” I strive to sound confident, when I am anything but.

A very small smile cross his lips. “I hoped you’d say that.” His palm lifts, cups my cheek.

That touch, so gentle, so kind, hinting at strength held at bay; I nuzzle my cheek into his palm, and my eyes flutter, close. A moment, only, but it quiets the turmoil in my soul, if only for one fleeting moment.

As my eyes are closed, I feel his breath, his lips touching mine. Sweetly, softly,

He kisses me,

and kisses me,

and kisses me.

All in a moment.

I gasp as his lips leave mine, and then his hand tangles in mine, fingers twined, and he tugs me into motion. “Come on, honey. Time to go.”

And he takes me away from everything I know.

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Jasinda Wilder/Berkley Books Announcement + Interview

Exciting News from Berkley and Bestselling author Jasinda Wilder
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jasindaUSA TODAY and New York Times bestselling author Jasinda Wilder joins HEA today to talk about the deal she has signed with Berkley Books, her first with a traditional publisher. Jasinda, a trailblazer in the self-publishing industry, says she has found the right opportunity with Berkley for a story that’s been percolating for some time. The new contemporary romance trilogy, called Madame X, “is a dark, sexy and atmospheric modern-day fairy tale about a mysterious woman drawn to two very different men,” according to Berkley’s press release about the deal.

Madame X, the first book in the series, will come out Nov. 3, followed by the other two books in 2016.

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Press Release

Berkley Books Acquires New Contemporary Romance Trilogy from New York Times Bestselling Self-Published Author Jasinda Wilder

Madame X, the first book in the trilogy, comes out on November 3

New York, NY: April 6, 2015 – Berkley Books, a division of Penguin Random House, will release New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling self-published author Jasinda Wilder’s first traditionally published series it was announced today by Berkley President and Publisher Leslie Gelbman.  Cindy Hwang, Vice President and Executive Editor, acquired World English rights in print and e-book to the contemporary romance trilogy in a 7-figure deal with Kristin Nelson of the Nelson Literary Agency.  Madame X, the first book in the trilogy of the same name, will be published as a trade paperback original on November 3.

Jasinda Wilder is one of the most successful self-published authors writing today.  She has written more than 40 novels and novellas and sold more than two million e-books.  Wilder and her novels have been featured in PEOPLE, New York Daily News, Publishers Weekly, “CBS This Morning,” and Sirius XM, among other national and international media outlets.

“Jasinda Wilder has been one of the trailblazing authors in self-publishing.  I’m excited she is now partnering with Berkley to release an incredible new series that will thrill her many dedicated fans while also appealing to new readers,” Hwang said.

“I have been sitting on this Madame X story for a while now, waiting for the perfect moment. It’s a special story, with drama, intensity and very sexy characters. Fans have asked for years when they’ll be able to buy a book of mine in stores. This trilogy is my response. It was the perfect opportunity to partner with a traditional publisher to reach the broadest audience,” Jasinda Wilder said.

The Madame X trilogy is a dark, sexy and atmospheric modern-day fairytale about a mysterious woman drawn to two very different men.

The second and third books in Wilder’s trilogy are planned for publication in early 2016.

Interview

Jasinda, you’ve been a strong advocate, and example, for self-published authors for nearly 3 years. What made this particular opportunity exciting enough to seize?

Make no mistake, I am still a strong advocate for—and hope to continue to be a strong example of—self-publishing. But I was never AGAINST traditional publishing. This was kind of a perfect storm for me, though. It feels like the right time for me, in terms of my career momentum and in terms of what I see in the market, both traditional and indie. It’s also a matter of the right editor, too. Cindy Hwang was always the perfect editor for this project. She’s done some amazing work, and I’m excited for the opportunity to partner with her and Berkley.

Since you have been a vocal defender of self-publishing, do you anticipate any negative feedback on the announcement? Have your thoughts changed at all on the ongoing discussion related to traditionally versus self-published books?

I will always be a vocal defender of self-publishing. It has changed my life and it has also revolutionized the publishing industry, revolutionized the world for writers, and for readers. That has not changed and it will not. But I have never been anti-traditional publishing. I think there was a lot that needed change, and the indie revolution has sparked those changes, has become a catalyst for change within the industry. For the better, I should add.

Okay, off the soapbox and back to the question. Will there be negative feedback? Maybe? There will be those that will call me a sell out. I anticipate that. But again, being pro-indie does not make me anti-trad. I have always been talking with publishers and looking for an opportunity to partner if and when I had the right project, team, and contract.

For the last part, short answer…no. My thoughts regarding trad vs. indie have not changed. I have always said to do what makes the most sense for you. If that’s indie, yay, go for it. But be smart, do your research on the industry and the market and best-practices. If that’s trad, same applies. I think at this point Jack and I know enough about both the indie side and the trad side to be able to make an intelligent, informed, rational decision, and we believe we’ve done so in inking this deal with Berkley.

As you mentioned, your readers have been clamoring to see your books lined up at their favorite store, ready to be picked up, devoured and even shared with friends. Have you thought about what that will be like for you?

Right now, I’m trying to focus on writing the most amazing book I possibly can. If you think about that kind of stuff too much, it can cloud your thinking and honestly create little panic. It will be crazy, I’m sure, and I’ll probably be overwhelmed and I might cry. My readers are everything to me, so I really hope they embrace this project, and I hope to get out and see them on the road with this release. It is so rewarding for me to see them, hug them, and sign their books. Nothing in the world is better than that.

You’re well known for being able to write stories successfully across multiple genres. Can you tell us just a little bit more about the Madame X trilogy? What should readers expect?

Expect the unexpected. I mean, duh! That’s sort of the basic mantra for reading a Wilder novel, I hope. But with this series, it really applies. It will still fit within the sphere of style I’ve come to be known for but…more so. It’s high-concept, which means I’m playing around with some classic tropes, cherry-picking elements from the oldest schools—Rapunzel, Beauty and the Beast, the basic love triangle—and pulling them apart, turning them upside down and inside out, and weaving it all together. Familiar, yet totally new. And the whole will liberally spiced with angst and steam. That’s the plan, anyway.

What are you hoping this deal will achieve?

I’m hoping to reach new readers. There are still a LOT of people who only read in print, and I’m hoping to find some of them. I’m hoping to expand the circle of people who enjoy my books. Most of all I hope to make my readers happy. That is always my number one goal.

Will you continue self-publishing? What else is coming in the next year? I know that your release calendar is always packed!

YES! In negotiating this deal—big shout out to my agent Kristin Nelson for being the tenacious bulldog she is!—we refused to relent when it came to my publishing schedule. You can expect Big Love Abroad really soon, like within April. Omega is coming too, to complete the ALPHA trilogy. And there’s a spinoff of that series I’m contemplating, but I’m going to withhold details on that as it’s still very much in the idea phase. I’ve got some really amazing stuff in the works for a spinoff of the recently-completed Falling series. I would really, really love to tell Brayden’s story, and maybe the rest of that band, so that’s in the works, too. Everything else is too nebulous at this point to really say much about, but short answer? Yes, I have so many ideas in various stages of completion that I could write 24/7 for a calendar year and still wouldn’t get it all done.

Expect a busy, eventful, fun year of Wilder books!

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About Jasinda

New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal and international bestselling author Jasinda Wilder is a Michigan native with a penchant for titillating tales about sexy men and strong women. Her bestselling titles include Alpha, Stripped, Wounded, and the #1 Amazon and international bestseller Falling Into You. You can find her on her farm in Northern Michigan with her husband, author Jack Wilder, her five children and menagerie of animals.

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