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More Than Enough by Jay McLean ~ Blurb Reveal

BLURB REVEAL


MORE THAN ENOUGH – by Jay McLean


Series: More Than Series #5


Blurb Reveal Date: November 2, 2015


Release Date:  November
16, 2015

 

BLURB REVEAL


MORE THAN ENOUGH – by Jay McLean


Series: More Than Series #5


Blurb Reveal Date: November 2, 2015


Release Date:  November
16, 2015


BLURB

There’s no emotion
greater than fear.


No ache greater
than grief.


No sound greater
than silence.


***


I’m grateful he
showed up on my doorstep,
pissed off and angry at the world.


If he hadn’t, I
wouldn’t be here.


And I don’t just
mean here on this journey with him.


I mean here, in
this world.


*


I wonder what
events in all our lives—hers included—are The Turning Points? The points where
we all determine that the fear of our pasts and the uncertainty of our futures
are greater than our need for happiness.


Here.


Now.


While time and
everything around us stands unmoving… who’s to say we can’t have it all?


***


We wanted it all.


We wanted it with
each other.


We thrived on the
chaos we created.


And ignored the
Mayhem that ensued.


Because falling in
love was easy.


But sometimes, love
isn’t enough.


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AUTHOR BIO
Jay is an avid reader, writer, and most of all,
procrastinator. When she’s not doing any of those things, she can be found
running after her two little boys, or devouring some tacky reality TV show.
She writes what she loves to read, which are
books that can make her laugh, make her smile, make her hurt, and make her
feel.

For publishing rights (Foreign & Domestic)
Film, or television, please contact her agent, Erica Spellman-Silverman, at
Trident Media Group.



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More Than Series by Jay McLean ~ One Day Sale

The More Series by Jay Mclean 
One Day ONLY SALE 
April 30 
 
THE MORE THAN SERIES:
 
❤ More Than This (Book One, More Than Series)
 
*To be read as a duology*
 More Than Her (Book Two, More Than Series) 
❤ More Than Him (Book Three, More Than Series)
 
❤ More Than Forever (Book Four, More Than Series)
 
More Than This #1
 
 

*Mikayla* 

 

In one night my fairytale ended. Or it may have begun. This is my story of friendship and love, heartbreak and desire, and the strength to show weakness.

 

*Jake* 

One night I met a girl. A sad and broken girl, but one more beautiful than any other. She laughed through her sadness, while I loved through her heartbreak.

 

*This is our story of a maybe ever after.* 

 

He was right. It made no difference whether it was 6 months or 6 years.

I couldn’t undo what had been done. I couldn’t change the future.

I couldn’t even predict it.

It was one night.

One night when everything changed.

It was so much more than just the betrayal.

It was the Tragedy.

The Deaths.

The Murders.

But it was also that feeling.

The feeling of falling.

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 More Than Her #2
 

For every action there is an equal or opposite reaction.” For every choice you make there are rewards, or there are consequences. It was my choice to walk away the first time. And my choice to chase her the second. But sometimes you don’t get a choice, and all you get are the consequences.” “Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” Unless that someone is Logan Matthews. Because loving him didn’t give me the strength to walk away. It didn’t give me the courage to fight for him. And when it was over, all it gave me was a broken heart.

 
 
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More Than Him #3

 

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.” – Marianne Williamson

 

We live in a world of darkness and shadows,

where monsters hide and aim to ruin.

And they did.

They ruined us and turned our dreams into nightmares.

But now we’re back.

And we’re fighting.

Not just for us, or for each other, but for our light.

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MORE THAN FOREVER #4 
MTF
-LUCY-
There is a love so fierce it cannot be measured. 
A heart so strong it will never slow. 
There is a promise so sure it can never lie.
He promised me that love forever.
Even when it wasn’t enough.
 
-CAMERON-
Forever. Everlasting. Eternal.
There is no measure of time. 
No sounds of the ticking of a clock. 
Just the rising and falling of the sun.
And our own sense of forever. 
 
But our forever isn’t always.
 
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AUTHOR BIO
Jay McLean is the author of the More Than Series, including More Than This, More Than Her, More Than Him and More Than Forever. She also has a standalone titled Where the Road Takes Me, and serial series titled Boy Toy Chronicles.
 
Jay is an avid reader, writer, and most of all, procrastinator. When she’s not doing any of those things, she can be found running after her two little boys, or devouring some tacky reality TV show.
 
She writes what she loves to read, which are books that can make her laugh, make her smile, make her hurt, and make her feel.
 
You can follow Jay on Instagram and twitter. You can also find her on her blog where you can subscribe to her newsletter and get teasers and updates first hand, her Facebook page or her fan group on Facebook, or you can contact Jay directly at jay@jaymcleanauthor.com
 

Boy Toy Chronicles by Jay McLean ~ Review

 Review
Title: Boy Toy Chronicles 
Author: Jay McLean 
Genre: New Adult Romantic Humor

Synopsis 

Warning: This book contains slightly inappropriate everything. 

 

“So…I came up with a plan. 

I sat the brothers down and gave them my speech; we’d become male escorts. 


The house was split. 

The single dudes thought it was great. The guys with the steady girlfriends told the single dudes they were insane. 

I promised them all we could make it work without hurting anybody. But we had to be smart about it. We had to keep it off campus. We had to keep it a secret. And in order to do so, we had to target those who wanted it kept a secret as much as we did. 

Our target: Filthy rich, unsatisfied, horny housewives. 

Keep it high class, so to speak. 

And thus began BTC, or Boy Toy Corporation.

Crazy, right?

Crazy genius.”

-Tyler West.

 

 

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Review
Kelly’s Review

★★★★★FIVE STARS for Boy Toy Chronicles: Volume One by Jay McLean

 

 

I’m usually not a big fan of novellas– especially the serial ones where you have to wait for the next volume to come out for the continuation of the story. I’m not patient enough for that business.

But Boy Toy Chronicles by Jay McLean was not like that– it’s a complete standalone with (I’m assuming) a new story for a different guy from the BTC for each subsequent volume. And it was AWESOME!

In this first volume, we meet the main character, Tyler, who is the president of the fraternity that makes up the Boy Toy Corporation. Straight up, I’m in love with him. He’s hilarious, sweet, protective, & knows how to please a woman. Oh, and he’s hot. Yep, I’m totally in love with him.

Woven into this story of the BTC, and the hilarious situations Tyler and the other guys find themselves in with their clients, is a love story.

To me, this was the perfect setup. There were so many moments of hilarity, sweetness, just a little angst, and sexy times that aren’t taken too seriously. Anytime I can say ‘awwwww!’, ‘OMG!’, ‘ewwww!’, ‘SWOON!’, and ‘yay!!!!’ while I’m reading the same book– I’d say it’s just about the perfect book!

And Jay McLean can write from the male point of view like nobody’s business. Like, seriously- where DOES she come up with this sh*t?! I don’t know, but I’m in love with the way her mind works. And I can totally see these guys hanging out with the crew in her More series (a MUST read!). So that should tell you how great these characters are!

Reading Boy Toy Chronicles was like watching an episode of one of my favorite shows and I was hooked from the very beginning to the end. It was a short read, but it left me completely satisfied. And I sure can’t wait for the next “episode”!

 

 

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Author Bio: 

 

 

Jay McLean is the author of the More Than Series, including More Than This, More Than Her, More Than Him and More Than Forever. She also has two standalones coming soon titled Where the Road Takes Me, and Combative.
Jay is an avid reader, writer, and most of all, procrastinator. When she’s not doing any of those things, she can be found running after her two little boys, or devouring some tacky reality TV show.
She writes what she loves to read, which are books that can make her laugh, make her smile, make her hurt, and make her feel.
You can follow Jay on Instagram and twitter. You can also find her on her blog where you can subscribe to her newsletter and get teasers and updates first hand, her Facebook page or her fan group on Facebook, or you can contact Jay directly at jay@jaymcleanauthor.com

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Boy Toy Chronicles by Jay McLean ~ Cover Reveal

Title: Boy Toy Chronicles 
Author: Jay McLean 
Genre: New Adult Romantic Humor
Release Date: March 3rd
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Cover Design: Cover It Designs

Synopsis 

Warning: This book contains slightly inappropriate everything. 

 

“So…I came up with a plan. 

I sat the brothers down and gave them my speech; we’d become male escorts. 


The house was split. 

The single dudes thought it was great. The guys with the steady girlfriends told the single dudes they were insane. 

I promised them all we could make it work without hurting anybody. But we had to be smart about it. We had to keep it off campus. We had to keep it a secret. And in order to do so, we had to target those who wanted it kept a secret as much as we did. 

Our target: Filthy rich, unsatisfied, horny housewives. 

Keep it high class, so to speak. 

And thus began BTC, or Boy Toy Corporation.

Crazy, right?

Crazy genius.”

-Tyler West.

Teaser 
 
Author Bio: 
Jay McLean is the author of the More Than Series, including More Than This, More Than Her, More Than Him and More Than Forever. She also has two standalones coming soon titled Where the Road Takes Me, and Combative.
Jay is an avid reader, writer, and most of all, procrastinator. When she’s not doing any of those things, she can be found running after her two little boys, or devouring some tacky reality TV show.
She writes what she loves to read, which are books that can make her laugh, make her smile, make her hurt, and make her feel.
You can follow Jay on Instagram and twitter. You can also find her on her blog where you can subscribe to her newsletter and get teasers and updates first hand, her Facebook page or her fan group on Facebook, or you can contact Jay directly at jay@jaymcleanauthor.com
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Where the Road Takes Me by Jay McLean ~ Book Tour & Giveaway

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Meet Blake & Chloe in Where the Road Takes Me

in this new coming of age novel by

Jay McLean

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Blurb

Chloe has one plan for the future, and one plan only: the road. She’s made a promise to herself: don’t let anyone in, and don’t let anyone love her. She’s learned the hard way what happens if she breaks her rules. So she’s focused on being invisible and waiting until she can set out on the road—her dream of freedom, at least for a little while.

Blake Hunter is a basketball star who has it all—everything about him looks perfect to those on the other side of his protective walls. He can’t let anyone see the shattered pieces behind the flawless facade or else all his hopes and dreams will disappear.

One dark night throws Chloe and Blake together, changing everything for Blake. For Chloe, nothing changes: she has the road, and she’s focused on it. But when the so-called perfect boy starts to notice the invisible girl, they discover that sometimes with love, no one knows where the road may lead.

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Excerpt 

There was that familiar ache that I loved so much—a burn in my chest that spread to the rest of my body. There was just one other feeling I loved more. Well—two, if you included the high of sex.

Numbness.

A constant state of numbness was my euphoria.

You couldn’t tell. No one could.

My feet thudded against the pavement. Sweat dripped from my hairline, down my neck, and onto my bare back. I shut my eyes, urging the numbness to kick in. I wanted to feel it everywhere. Not just in my body but everywhere. Maybe I should quit basketball and take up smoking weed as a hobby. I laughed to myself—Dad would love that. Another reason to kick my ass.

I rounded the corner with my eyes still shut. I knew that path in the park better than I knew my own home. Which is why I was running at two in the morning on a Saturday night. Sunday morning?

Whatever.

I was five steps past the corner—the numbness had just started to seep in—when I bumped into something. My eyes sprang open, and I found myself staring at someone on the ground.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” I huffed, trying to level my breathing. I rested my hands on my knees, waiting for the thumping in my heart to calm itself. My skin stung and my muscles throbbed from the impact of our bodies. I was six foot three, and my frame matched the constant training and rigorous workouts it endured. Her—I  couldn’t tell what she looked like—but I knew this much: if the collision had hurt me, it must’ve almost killed her.

She slowly came to a sitting position, resting her ass on her heels. Her head was bent, and her loose blonde hair formed a curtain around her face. She lifted her hands, palms up, and examined them. Blood.

“Shit! I’m so sorry.” A wave of panic whooshed through me.

Squatting in front of her, I took her hands to study the damage. She yanked them away and sniffed, straightening her legs out in front of her. Her short-ass skirt left nothing to the imagination.

“Dammit,” she whispered, her head still down.

My gaze moved from the hem of her skirt to her knees. Blood.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” I said for the third time.

It was dark, the only light coming from the moon and a lamppost fifteen yards away. I wanted to see her face, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to ask her to look at me. “Are you okay?”

Before she could answer, a rustling from the bushes interrupted us.

A guy stepped out, close to my age. He looked rough, rougher than the kids I hung out with—and I use that term loosely. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, then eyed it. Blood.

His eyes narrowed. Looking down at the girl in front of me, he seethed, “You fucking whore!”

Slowly, she stood up.

I swear I could actually hear the clicking of the pieces as it all fell into place in my mind.

Him—with his fat lip, torn shirt, and undone fly.

Her—now fully standing. The top of her tank was ripped, exposing one bra-covered breast.

I watched as her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed to slits, but then fire flamed in them as she yelled, “Fuck you!”

He took a step toward her with his hand raised.

Before I knew it, I was between them, gripping his forearm, my other arm behind me, wrapped around her waist. I could feel her shallow breaths against my back.

“Who the fuck are you?” he demanded, trying to pull away from my hold.

“Blake. Who the fuck are you?”

He laughed once, a snarl on his lips and a challenge in his eyes.

“What are you, her bodyguard?”

I lifted my chin and squared my shoulders. I towered over him, eying him down. I knew I could take him. Easily. “I don’t know, dickface. Does she need one?”

He tried again to withdraw his arm. I grasped it tighter. Then a cynical laugh escaped him. “Good luck. She’s a fucking tease— dresses like a whore but won’t even suck dick.” He looked around my shoulder at her. “You cock-teasing slut!”

Something in me snapped.

Blood rushed to my ears, and the numbness I’d hoped for was well and truly gone. My arm—the one previously wrapped around her—moved fast. My fingers had formed a fist and would have made contact with his face— Would have—if not for the tiny blonde girl standing in front of me. Between my intended target and me. With her entire body weight, she pulled my arm downwards, her eyes widening. “Don’t,” she said. “It’s not worth it.” Her voice was quiet, but her expression screamed for me to let it go. I was so surprised by her actions that I dropped Dickface’s raised arm.

Glaring at the guy behind her, I tried for an even tone as I warned, “You got three seconds to get out of here before I beat your ass.”

Her warm hands were now pressed against my chest, their pressure causing me to inhale sharply. My eyes fell to hers. They were pleading.

I heard “fuck this” and then heavy footsteps thumping against the pavement, the sound growing gradually more distant. My eyes, though, they never left hers.

After what felt like forever, she looked away.

I blinked for what seemed like the first time.

She suddenly noticed that her hands were still on my chest.

“Shit. I’m sorry,” she said, pulling them away and hiding them behind her back.

I swallowed. It was thick and embarrassingly loud, louder than the beating of my heart in my eardrums. “Are you okay?” I asked her. Bending slightly, I finally relaxed enough to catch my breath.

“Yeah, are you?”

Straightening, I studied her warily. She was a mess. Scraped knees. Disheveled hair. Shoe missing. I looked away when I caught sight of her purple bra, openly exposed from her torn top.

She cleared her throat.

I returned my gaze to her once she’d crossed her arms over her chest, hiding herself. She bit the corner of her lip, but everything else was still. There was no movement, not until she slowly raised her hand and wiped her cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered.

My eyebrows bunched. It’d been a while since I’d heard such genuine sincerity. “It’s no problem. Really.”

She tried to smile and then adjusted her top while taking off her remaining shoe. Then she just stood there, barefoot and shivering.

One arm at her side, holding her one and only heel, the other covering her breast. “Well, thanks for saving me.” She laughed softly, jerking her head toward the path behind us. “I better get going.”

I nodded, chewing on my thumb. Then some sense kicked in, and I stepped in front of her, blocking her from walking away.

“You shouldn’t be walking anywhere alone, especially—” I cut myself off. “Dressed like that” was definitely the wrong thing to say. Instead, I opted for “especially this late at night.”

Her smile was tight. “I’ll be fine,” she assured me, looking around at the darkness surrounding us.

She shivered again.

I pulled out my shirt, which I’d tucked into my shorts’ waistband, and handed it to her. “It’s probably wet—from my sweat— and it might smell a little funky, but you’ll be warmer.”

Her face relaxed, and her lips curled up. “Thank you, Blake.”

“You’re welcome, umm . . . ?”

She paused, searching my face. “Abby.”

“Abby.” I nodded in confirmation. “At least let me walk you wherever you need to go.”

She seemed to hesitate before nodding slowly. “I need to find my purse and my phone.” She studied me for a moment. “I don’t suppose you’re hiding a phone anywhere on you I can use for light?”

 

I looked down at my running shorts and sneakers. “No. But it’s in my car . . .” I pointed in the direction of the parking lot. “We can grab it and come back.”

She cursed under her breath. “It’s okay. I don’t think we’ll be able to find our way back here. Not when it’s this dark. I’ll come back in the morning or something.”

I smiled. Knowing that park as well as I did had its perks. “I know where we are. It’s fine.”

Grimacing, she asked, “Are you sure? You’re not . . . on your way somewhere?”

My laughter echoed through the still air. “Yes, Abby, I’m sure. Where would I be going dressed like this?”

 

She smiled then. Amusement danced in her eyes. “I don’t know.” She shrugged. “To kill someone?”

“What?” I asked, surprised at her sharp wit. I turned and began moving toward the lot.

When she caught up to me, she continued. “Think about it.

How many times do you hear on the news about dead bodies being found in parks? You know who always finds them? Joggers.”

I turned to her, tilting my head slightly, trying to work out whether she was serious or not. She tried to hide her smile before adding, “It seems a little suspicious to me—you joggers always being first on the scene and all. My theory is that you’re all a bunch of murderers, and you get away with it, using the jogger clause.

Makes me wonder if you have some underground club where you compare notes and brag about pulling off these murders.”

I threw back my head and laughed. “That’s one amazing theory.”

“Well,” she said, nudging my side with her elbow, “at least when you murder me, you’ll know that I was onto you, buddy.”

“Yet, here you are—walking with me in pitch-black darkness, at two in the morning, to a more-than-likely abandoned parking lot, under the impression I’m going to get you back to your necessities. You’re not even slightly afraid of what might happen to you?” All joking aside, she had to be a little worried. Surely.

The air around us turned thick. “No, Blake. I know I’m safe with you.”

She said my name as if it had a different meaning.

We walked the rest of the way to my car in silence.

 Review

Jennifer’s Review

I went on this journey. Jay McLean was my fearless, fun, crazy leader. Admittedly, after the More Than Series I would probably follow this adorable Aussie writer anywhere, but that’s besides the point. This journey was different. She painted my world red. (Read the book and you’ll know what I mean.) And Blake and Chloe painted my world red. As did Josh, Tommy, Dean, Mary and Mrs. Hunter.

This journey began with Blake Hunter. Blake is unlike any other high school senior jock I have ever read about. He’s honest. He’s real and he’s truth. What does that mean? Well, he’s going through a major turning point. Which way should he turn? Which life direction should he follow? Does he have any idea which path would make the most sense? He doesn’t. So he runs. Literally. It’s his escape. An escape that would change him forever. It was interesting to me, that I fell so hard for Blake. I love a good jock just as much as the next girl, but he was different. He’s loyal, he’s hot (which of course helps), he’s funny, he’s a wordsmith, “You look extra beautiful today.” … but above all that, he’s truly a genuinely KIND person. There were several times I honestly found myself thinking “Don’t take the high road, Blake!” But he’s a good guy. He is better than that. For that, he’s one of the most perfect boys to read about – he’s a guy I would want to be my sons’ friend – and that, my friends, says it all.

Chloe Thompson, sweet Chloe. She’s such a broken and scared soul. She’s been through enough junk in her life at a young age that she SHOULD be jaded. If she wasn’t, I would think there was something missing in her make up. I didn’t fall in love with her immediately. I felt for her, I wanted to wrap her in a hug but I didn’t love her. Chloe has lived through a life experience that has caused her to live her life differently than most high school senior girls. She’s not about clothes, Facebook, making it to the hot parties. “I have the now.” Is her motto. She doesn’t even want to be noticed. She likes to float through the halls invisible. As much as she’d like to fight it, she knew there was a change coming.

Blake and Chloe’s relationship is anything but standard. It’s about finding someone who understands you, doesn’t judge you or try to make you be who they want you to be. Their relationship is about friendship, understanding and exactly what the other person needed.

I fell so hard for Josh! Oh he was such an amazing secondary character. Dean, Mary – LOVED them! They were so hilarious and kind. Oh and Mrs. Hunter! “Get a hair cut, Blake. You look like a gigolo.” <<< LOVE her!

It’s been a while since I’ve laughed hard in a book and cried just as hard. It was a book full of all the feels that make a best seller. Jay McLean’s beauty in her writing is astounding. She combines her quick wit with devastating brilliance. Her words draw me in, making me anxious to read more. I love that her hero and heroine are anything but typical. They don’t have to be alpha or fierce to not be considered strong. She writes real. And I love that she intertwines exceptionally great traditions that make me want to put them into place in my own home. She is a master writer, she’s unique and refreshing and I love her hard for it.

Jay McLean, thank you. You melted my heart, made me sigh, laugh, cry and put me all back together again. I absolutely loved Where The Road Takes Me! Thank you for allowing me to read early for an honest review!

 

About the Author:

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Jay McLean is the author of the More Series, including More Than This, More Than Her, More Than Him and More Than Forever. She also has two standalones coming soon titled Where The Road Takes Me, and Combative.

Jay is an avid reader, writer, and most of all, procrastinator. When she’s not doing any of those things, she can be found running after her two little boys, or devouring some tacky reality TV show.

She writes what she loves to read, which are books that can make her laugh, make her smile, make her hurt, and make her feel.

 

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