Sensually Snowbound with Lindsay Evans

Sex and snow have always seemed to belong together. Not necessarily two or more people rolling around in the cold white stuff (although I’ve written about that before) but being snug and warm behind closed doors with snow falling outside the windows, a fire getting the room nice and hot while an equally hot man tended to fires of an entirely different kind. That image was the catalyst for my latest novel, Snowy Mountain Nights. The story is hot, its hero even hotter, and the heroine overdue for a nice long blast of heat. Intrigued? Come with me on this journey.

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On a much-needed ski getaway with her girlfriends, the last person Reyna Allen wants to run into is the lawyer who ruined her life. The tattoo artist’s bitter divorce left her with nothing, and she blames her ex-husband’s attorney, Garrison Richards. Now firelight dinners, winter walks in the Adirondacks, and toe-curling chemistry are daring her to give in to the one man she refuses to ever trust.

Garrison is good at his job—and where Reyna’s concerned, he may have been a little too good. He regrets the role he played in her divorce, and intends to show Reyna that he’s found his moral compass since then. But as their mutual heat thaws her resolve, will doubts put the freeze on their relationship—before he can convince her that they’re the ones meant for happily ever after?

Buy: Snowy Mountain Nights (Harlequin Kimani Romance)


Born in Jamaica, Lindsay Evans currently lives and writes in Atlanta, GA. She loves good food and romance and would happily travel to the ends of the earth for both. She writes sensual love stories for Harlequin Kimani. Find out more at

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Snowy Mountain Nights Excerpt: 

Garrison stared after the woman while his secretary’s words on the other end of the line fell away from him in a garble of sound. She was the same one he had been watching from before. Now that he’d seen her face, she was breathtaking; an Amazon with a hauntingly beautiful face and body. He drew a quiet breath, hypnotized by the sway of her hips under the green dress as she walked away. Halfway down the train, she sat down with her three friends, never once glancing back at him.

“Garrison, are you still there?”

It took him a few seconds to realize Anthea was trying to get his attention. He mentally shook himself.

“My apologies, Anthea. I’m right here.”

He finished going over the particulars of the Reichman divorce, yet another rich client with children who didn’t want to financially support his offspring, then went back to his seat. He could hear the muted strains of the woman and her friends’ conversation from where he sat. And he wasn’t the only man glancing in their direction. Annoyed with himself for his uncharacteristic fascination, Garrison opened a folder for a case still in arbitration, but couldn’t concentrate on a single word.

The woman’s eyes haunted him. They were black and intense, her gaze as regal and unflinching as a queen. He drew a swift breath of surprise as he abruptly recalled who she was and how he knew her.

Reyna. Reyna Barbieri.

He’d handled her divorce from her actor husband nearly five years before. From the look on her face, she had undoubtedly known who he was on sight. And she hadn’t been happy to see him.

Garrison remembered the first time he saw her. Ian Barbieri, a client of his whose ship had come in the form of a syndicated crime drama, was a few years into the TV show when he filed for divorce. Every fall, his face was up on billboards all over New York City, advertising the new installment of his show.

With his star burning bright through the network TV sky, Barbieri had breezed into Garrison’s office wanting a quick and surgical separation from his wife of nearly nine years. Garrison hadn’t been surprised. Although Ian Barbieri was a relatively small fish in the show business pond in New York, the rumor had been going around for months (with pictures included) that he was cheating on his high school sweetheart. That he left her to keep the home fires burning while he had sex with nearly every wannabe starlet and groupie in the city. What had surprised Garrison was that Barbieri’s wife hadn’t hired a lawyer of her own. Neither had she objected to any of the terms of the divorce that her ex proposed.

Garrison drafted the documents with the stipulations Barbieri wanted and arranged a meeting with the wife thinking that, since the divorce was uncontested, it would be an easy and quick process. Barbieri wanted to keep just about everything he’d made and acquired since the marriage, leaving his wife with nothing but her wedding ring. She hadn’t protested.

Then Reyna Barbieri walked into the conference room. Given Barbieri’s movie star looks, Garrison had been prepared for a similar creature, perfectly quaffed and artificial, the New York version of Hollywood. But Reyna had that wholesome loveliness that came from a life lived apart from show business. The air in his lungs stuttered at her natural, long-legged beauty. And the misery in her face.

Her shoulders were slumped. The floral, summer dress and light sweater were too insubstantial for the fall weather and too big for her body. The wounded and defenseless look of her made him want to protect her. Garrison wanted to pull her into his arms and shelter her from everything that he knew was to come.

His heart thumped viciously at the unusual wave of feeling. He sat in his chair staring at Reyna as if she was the only person in the room. Garrison was surprised that everyone else hadn’t stared at him for his blatantly fatuous and unprofessional behavior.

He realized then that despite her husband’s flagrant cheating, she had not wanted to end the marriage. And that her husband had hurt her in ways that she had never expected and would probably never recover from. Garrison remembered pulling out a chair for Reyna. He also remembered her flinching from him. Her reaction had hurt, twisted him with guilt even though he knew he’d done nothing wrong. At least not technically.

In hindsight, Garrison should have insisted that Barbieri provide for her even though she had pressed for nothing on her own behalf and seemed to be waiting on the man she’d spent nearly half her life with to treat her fairly. Garrison’s inaction, and Reyna’s sadness, had haunted him ever since.

But the Reyna who had confronted him outside the bathrooms was not the same sad woman he’d met five years before. Not at all. This Reyna Barbieri was stunning for a completely different reason.

She wore her confidence like a royal cloak. And her snapping black eyes had challenged him the moment she realized who he was. Her chin-length curls were tight and thick, inviting him to sink his hands into them and pull her closer. And her body. Christ almighty…

The long and tight sweater hugged a figure that came straight from his dreams, a slender but curvaceous body he could easily imagine taking into his arms and making love to all night. Because of her, he was powerfully aware of every masculine part of him, aware that he wanted to be intimately joined to every feminine part of her.

Buy: Snowy Mountain Nights (Harlequin Kimani Romance)

Glorious Covers, How I Love Thee!

Guest blog by Susan Rodgers, author of A Song For Josh


Hi! I’m Susan, and I bring greetings from the east coast of Canada – Prince Edward Island! P.E.I. is known as the land of the bright red mud, or, if you prefer, the land of sprightly, freckled Anne of Green Gables, the world’s most famous orphan. My island is surrounded by gorgeous white sand beaches where, in summer, I love to dream up stories while sunbathing with iPhone earbuds stuck in my ears.


I write in the Romance genre. My first book, A Song For Josh, was a 2014 RONE Award winner for Best Contemporary Cover Design. I’ve been very blessed by the universe on this writing journey. This is how I found my cover designer – my son just happened to play snare drum in a Scottish Pipe Band. Well, in the drum line he stood next to a cute blonde, Alanna Munro, who was studying Design at Emily Carr in Vancouver (I lived there for a year while attending film school). Lo and behold, out of their friendship I got to know her as well, and as a result (‘cuz she is such a nice person) Alanna has taken on the challenge of designing all of my book covers. They’re gorgeous! A Song For Josh was her first cover. What can I say, the gal is a patient and talented designer, and an outstanding drummer, as well. Multi-talented! She rocks!


What I love best about Alanna’s cover for A Song For Josh is that it superbly captures the essence of the Drifters books’ token sad gal, Jessie Wheeler. Jessie is haunted by the loss of her father, who died in a car crash on her twelfth birthday. After running away from home, she falls victim to a horrific crime that almost destroys her, and which leaves Jessie haunted and struggling to pull some kind of meaningful life together. She clings to music for its power to both connect her with the old daddy she loves and desperately misses, and for music’s simple soothing escape.

I found it interesting that this book won the RONE Award, because A Song For Josh doesn’t feature your typical six-pack male model on the cover. I’ve asked Alanna how she feels about featuring ‘Josh’ on one of the covers, and her reply was to let the readers sort Josh out for themselves. In the end I agreed, partly because her covers are gorgeous works of art in themselves despite the lack of hunky men on the covers, and partly because I like the idea of readers creating their own Josh based on the information I’ve given them – white T-shirt, faded jeans, vintage leather jacket, square-toed boots, longish hair with a rogue piece that drives Jessie nuts ‘cuz she always wants to tuck it behind his ear…you get the drift!

Promises, book two in the series, is adorned with cherry blossoms, which represent short, quick bursts of life and sudden, powerful deaths (yup, can you picture escalating crime? Jessie has a stalker, hmmm…). The third book, No Greater Love (my personal fave), features Jessie’s car, a 1966 cherry red Mustang, which speaks to her independent rogue personality. The car also plays a pivotal part in the book’s climax. Also, I may as well add, it’s my dream car! (It’s a blast to look at my books and see many of my own dreams encompassed in the covers). Book four, Riptide, is set almost entirely on my little island, with its white sandy beaches and red clay cliffs. I suggested to Alanna that she design a cover using a tempestuous ocean and a sandcastle. I give her credit for including a crumbling sandcastle – of course, I pictured the perfect kind that I aspire to mold on the beach myself – which works as a perfect metaphor for Josh and Jessie’s story and their painful attempt to heal past hurts.


More than once, I’ve found myself flinging my arms out to the universe with thanks for bringing Alanna to me (so, she’s the reason I paid for all those drumming lessons for my son! Life works in mysterious ways – suddenly all of the puzzle pieces are coming together). The owner of a bookstore which features my print books told me recently that Alanna was smart to use lighter colors in the background. Most books are dark, so the color palette helps the Drifters series stand out. Her use of negative space and whimsical font underlies the love story, and her composition and images bring the series together beautifully, so they look gorgeous gracing my readers’ coffee tables! Best of all, they look awesome featured on Amazon, Goodreads, Kobo, etc., too!

Now that contests featuring Best Cover Designs are on the go here, there and everywhere, I believe more authors are paying closer attention to their covers. Yes, the writer still must captivate readers with awesome storytelling, but chances are that books won’t catch too many eyes without eye-catching art and appealing composition. I made the mistake of hiring a different cover designer when my second book was ready to hit the online retailers, at a time when Alanna was too busy at school to start the design. The result? Well, I didn’t mind the cover a whole lot (although my son hated it), but it didn’t match book one and it didn’t have Alanna’s graceful panache. I replaced the cover with Alanna’s work the first chance I got. Phew, what a good decision that was, and it’s even more profound now that books three and four have joined the ranks.

I can hardly wait to see what the amazing Mizzz Munro dreams up for the next few books. All told, there are seven in the series. I’ve finished the fifth and have plotted the sixth and seventh, so Alanna will soon be busy designing for me again.

My advice to you? Spend the extra few dollars on someone you trust who understands design. I’ve learned so much about what works and what doesn’t. I trust Alanna – she has four years of design school under her belt. Beautiful covers are worth the extra money.

I have a lot more to thank the universe for. So many amazing signs have been coming to me lately, which constantly give me the reassurance that, as a writer, I am on the right path. Living in the home province that Anne of Green Gables author Lucy Maud Montgomery loved is a blessing in itself. Her writing is descriptive, mellifluous and original. Her love of nature (she named her favorite trees!) reminds me to look around at the ‘place’ where I get to write, and to appreciate it. Sometimes this means taking walks in the middle of the day and watching squirrels munch on sunflower seeds, or sticking my toes in the sand and sucking in the salt tang of vibrant ocean air.

Listen to the universe. It may bring you peace, or it may bring you, well, an amazing cover designer. At the very least, I have a feeling it will show you the way home.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on how the universe is helping you out along your writing journey. How are things going with your own cover designs? How does your home environment inspire and inform your writing?

Looking forward to hearing from you!

– Susan

Buy: A Song For Josh (Drifters Book 1)

Bio Life in Canada’s smallest province, Prince Edward Island, became infinitely more interesting when Susan Rodgers finally took the plunge and left full time employment to pursue her creative passions. Susan’s journey into writing started with a box of wartime letters discovered in the attic of the historic house where she worked, which launched her first half hour screenplay and then filmed drama, Bobby’s Peace. When a period television series, Emily of New Moon, came to town, Susan had to become involved. She started as a stand-in and double before joining the wardrobe department to help monitor on-set continuity (Eg. removing modern watches from the wrists of forgetful actors). When the series ended, Susan went back to full time museum work, but alas, so many stories cried out for release. Eventually the call to try storytelling in film was so strong that she had no choice but to pack herself and her seventeen-year-old son, Christopher, into a tiny Pontiac Sunfire and drive across Canada to Vancouver, where she studied film for a year. A number of projects resulted, including the web series A Time To Drum, period short film Dreamers, short comedy The New Neighbours, music video for Christopher’s haunting song Silence, Bloodhound (YouTube), and many client documentary-style films. Susan then journeyed into writing novels, which evolved from the need to focus on storytelling in a simpler form. The Drifters books (A Song For Josh, Promises, No Greater Love
, Riptide
) have been defined as a cross between the genres of women’s literature and romance. Susan was a Finalist in the 2011 Atlantic Writing Awards for her as yet unpublished first novel, A Certain Kind of Freedom. A well received excerpt has been re-worked as a short story and featured in an anthology produced by The Writers’ Drawer. Novels Seasmoke and Whispers of Home are well underway. Susan also recently completed her first Feature Documentary film The Healing Place, and plans to produce a Feature Drama within the next few years are percolating as well. And, most fun of all? Susan finally tried acting, and just finished a run as Elizabeth Caulder in the James McLure play Laundry & Bourbon. Life is short!

Cover Reveal + GIVEAWAY: Slow Hand and Rough Rider by Victoria Vane

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SLOW HAND, November 2014

Buy: Slow Hand (Hot Cowboy Nights)


He went to work on his shirt buttons. His collar was soon wide open revealing a generous show of muscular chest that make her hands itch to rip it off him. She diverted her gaze and curled her itchy hands by her sides.

“Have no fear, cowboy,” Nikki replied in a tone meant to disguise the warm flush that had come over her. “I corralled all my wild impulses long ago.”

“Did you, now?” He still stood in doorway, head cocked. “Somehow, I think you may have missed a few strays.”

“Maybe I need to make myself clearer. I have an aversion to cocky cowboys.”

Just keep telling yourself that, Nikki. Maybe if you repeat it often enough it’ll become true.

“Is that so?” His brows flew upward. “I can’t say I ever met a woman with an actual aversion to me.”

“Don’t take it personally. It’s nothing against you in particular, but to your type.”

“And what do you think you know about my type?”

“Since I don’t have a pole handy, enough to keep you at arms-length. Besides that, this whole line of conversation is entirely inappropriate in light of professional ethics, don’t you think? You are my attorney, after all.”

“Well, darlin’,” he scratched his unshaven jaw, “there’s a little hitch to that.”

“What do you mean? You said you’d help me.”

“And I will, but you can’t engage my professional services until I know who you are.”

“I’ve told you who I am!” she insisted.

“Sweetheart, I’m a lawyer, and according to the law, your claim don’t weigh without authentication.”



“So what are you saying? That you don’t believe me?”

“I’m not saying that at all. Only that our professional relationship will commence once you get your I.D. In the interim,”

His gaze slid over her in a way that threatened to melt her insides, “you’d best find yourself a nice, long, sturdy pole.”

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ROUGH RIDER, February 2015

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Antler pictureAUTHOR BIO: Victoria Vane is an award-winning author of smart and sexy romance. Her collective works of fiction received twenty-one reviewer awards and nominations to include Library Journal Best E-Book romance of 2012 and five RONE nominations for The Devil DeVere series, as well as two RONE Finalists for Treacherous Temptations and The Sheik Retold.

Her works range from historical to contemporary settings and include everything from wild comedic romps to emotionally compelling erotic romance. Look for her hot new contemporary cowboy series coming from Sourcebooks in Fall of 2014.


Got it Covered?

BLISS_200x300Guest post by Spencer Dryden, author of Bliss

Hello my name is Spencer Dryden. I am a first time author of a novella titled “Bliss” from Breathless Press. It is a story of a woman’s struggle with sexual shame. The story takes place in the mythical town of Bliss, New Hampshire. My main character,  Christina McArdle is outwardly very successful, but is struggling with demons of past and present that threaten the loss of all she loves. Although there is a central love story, it’s more suspense than romance.  I am very excited about the launch and thrilled to be featured here today. Since I am a new author, I thought I would try to offer some first hand experience with the publishing process.

“Bliss” is my first trip down the publishing gauntlet. Like a first baby, there are delights and surprises. Within a week of signing the contract, I received an e-mail from someone introducing herself as a cover artist for Breathless Press, the publisher of my soon to be mega hit. (Right) She attached a form for me to complete to help her begin designing a cover. The cover art agreement was full of can’s and cant’s that didn’t register.

Whoa! Never gave cover art a moment’s thought. Warning! Where ever you are in your story development, whether you plan on self publishing or going the traditional route, think about cover art—a lot. Marketing research says it’s very important in the buying decision, especially for the impulse buy.

I’m not enough of a marketing guy to know if  the cover sells an e-book the way it sells print books. I’m a first time, unknown author. I want anything and everything working in  my favor. I want a cover that entices a reader to the first page of my story, then, hopefully, my opening can set the hook. Hopefully. But what does that cover look like for my story “Bliss”? Not a clue.

I began a frantic search, comparing story synopsis to cover art. I came to the conclusion that many published authors were as artistically vacant or as clueless as I was. IMO there is often very little connection between cover and story. I didn’t have any appreciation for why that might be. In my naive mind, I wanted a cover that would burn an image on a reader’s brain, rendering them unable to rest until they opened the cover —AFTER purchasing the book. Dream on.

I do not suffer alone. Given it’s ultimate impact on the trade and the art, the (arguably) most “important” novel of the second half of the twentieth century was introduced by the most innocuous cover in the history of publishing. It wasn’t until it was into numerous printings and the term Catch-22 had become part of the cultural literacy, that the cover was redesigned.

Desktop publishing, especially the graphics applications have dramatically altered the landscape of book covers. Stunning visual creations can be crafted at a fraction of the cost of traditional cover art. But the technology is ahead of the art or at least the connection between cover artist and author.

I came up with some ideas that I thought were critical to convey with the cover, completed my form and awaited the masterpiece. Then came the big surprise, which was the key to the disconnect between story and cover. Stock photos. Turns out that unless you are a megastar writer, publishing for the gargantuan press, your cover image will be drawn from the pot of publically available stock images rather than individually photographed to specification.

For “Bliss”, a story rife with oppressive religious themes, I wanted a woman kneeling in a traditional penitent’s gown of coarse material. She had to appear curvaceous beneath the simple gown but vulnerable —blindfolded, hands folded in prayer, or both. The image is evoked on the first page of the prelude, where I set the dark undertone of the story. Unfortunately the artist couldn’t deliver anything that wasn’t into BDSM, where I didn’t want to go. I slumped into despair.

Virginia Miller at Breathless Press did a wonderful job of getting as close as possible with the limited resources of a small publisher. The woman on the cover of “Bliss” is standing and not kneeling but she is curvaceous, yet not slutty. The part of her face we see projects vulnerability. She is set out from a background of dark foreboding tones. The image is in stark contrast to the title “Bliss”.

The take-away is this cover art thing is subject to limitations of material and time. They only allow a few ‘tries’ then you take what they give you. Think about it

Does it work? You tell me, but I wanted to jump through the computer and kiss Virginia Miller.

You can reach me through my website

On twitter: @SpencerDryden


Christina McArdle must cast out the demons of her past and present or lose the love of her life.

In the prosperous community of Bliss, New Hampshire, in 1995, Christina McArdle is living a feminist dream. In short order she has become the first female partner of the venerable, male dominated CPA firm of Driscol, Ryan, Jensen and Palmer. The honor followed by her selection as the first female member of the prestigious Maplewood Country Club.

But Christina fears that her career success has come at a terrible price. Her husband, Ben, has lost sexual interest in her. Unable to ignite his passion for her and desperate for understanding of her own inhibitions, Christina turns to Dr. Rachel Morrisey, a sex therapist, who helps her uncover dark secrets from her past. Christina’s path to recovery is blocked by a misogynistic pastor who traps her and many other women of her church in a shame bind that serves his purulent interests.

Her path to freedom requires Christina to break bonds from past and present or lose the thing she loves most in life—the love of husband and family.


Dr. Rachel Morissey touched Christina’s arm gently and handed her another tissue.

“Mrs. McArdle, I’m a sex therapist and not a family doctor. I find that I need to speak about sex bluntly in order to get through people’s resistance.” She searched Christina’s eyes to see if she was tracking. It had been a hard first session. Taking the first steps in breaking down resistance, confronting demons, bringing up painful personal memories always brought tears.

“Sexuality is a hard discussion topic for couples. I don’t mean to diminish your pain, but so far it’s like so many others. When you’re young, sex may be clumsy, but quantity is a quality all its own. So is time. Now you’re thirty-five, a working professional mother of young twins, with an at-home husband. You’re both living in a different world from your parents, and there are a lot of demands on your time that sap sexual energy. In this phase of life, you have to be much more intentional about sex.” Dr. Morissey paused again, waiting for Christina to process. “Lying in bed in the dark, waiting for your husband to initiate sex, isn’t a good strategy for fostering intimacy.”

Christina wiped away another nagging tear.

“But there’s something else I need to explore,” said Dr. Morissey. “I am wondering if you were ever raped or sexually abused?”

“Why? Is that important?” asked Christina.

“Very. It often creates problems with intimacy years later. You seem almost fearful of sex.”

Christina hung her head. “I was nearly raped once,” she whispered.

“So you were assaulted.”

“I guess.”

“Mrs. McArdle, I’m sensing a lot of guilt here. Physical contact without your permission is assault. It’s another person’s crime, not yours. You said nearly raped. What happened?”

Christina shuddered as she recalled the forbidden memory. “We had a boy in our neighborhood that was a bully to the boys and terror to the girls. Nobody would do anything about him. Our parents told us to stay away. But he would hide out and grab girls, rip their clothes off, and grope them. It happened to many of my friends.”

“How old were you then?”

“Eighth grade.”

“Did he actually do forceful penetration on any of his victims?”

“You sound like the police now.”

“It’s an important distinction, especially with a minor perpetrator.”

“No. He didn’t.”

“What happened with you?”

“I was taking a shortcut home across the athletic fields one evening. No one was around. He jumped out from between the outbuildings, threw me down to the ground, and jumped on top of me. I tried to fight, but he had his hand on my throat.”

Christina unconsciously reached for her throat and pulled on her necklace.

“Sometimes I can still feel him squeezing my throat,” she said through closed eyes. “I couldn’t breathe. I tried to scream but couldn’t. He was pressing down on me with his crotch between my legs.”

“Were his pants on?”

“Yes, but he was humping me like some kind of animal.”

Christina gasped as if she were going to scream. “Finally, he leaned down and put his cheek next to mine. I was hysterical with fear, that’s why I did it.”

“Did what?”

“I bit off a big chunk of his ear.”

Christina rolled forward, put her head between her knees, and sobbed.

“Now we’re getting somewhere. What happened after that?”

Christina rose up, brushing away tears with a clenched fist. “He ran away screaming and told his parents that I had attacked him.” She had to stop to catch her breath. “The police came to our house and asked me a lot of questions. Nothing happened to him. I got suspended from school. Can you believe it?” The rage faded to sorrow. Christina wept softly again. “I got so much grief for that, Dr. Morissey. Did I do right? I was just so scared and desperate.”

 Bio: Some men are born great, others strive for greatness; still others have greatness thrust upon them. Spencer Dryden is none of these men. In fact, he is so unimpressive, he leaves no footprints on newly fallen snow. He was trained in fiction writing on the job with the many sales reports he produced for his managers, winning the coveted “keep your job contest” three years running. His expense reports are still considered masterpieces of forgery by the bankruptcy trustee of his former employer. He lives an unremarkable life in a suburb of a northern city. His friends and family would drop dead in horror if they knew of his secret life as a writer of erotica. He hates the family cat but still loves to pet his wife.



On the Covers with Jason Vendryes (Romance Model)

Guest Blog by Sharon S.

We all just love our romance covers. Why? Smexy man taffy*, duh! There are some popular trends out there when it comes to what body part appears on a cover. You can have just a head shot, which isn’t one of my favorites because I am an OMGABS kind of girl. So, a cover with just a torso or the whole man are my favorite. Jacki Burton has a contemporary romance series called Play-by-Play. Each book is about a different kind of athlete. Her latest release is a hockey story called Taking a Shot. The model on the cover is Jason Vendryes.

I had the pleasure of interviewing him on my blog and he is one of the most charming and sweet personalities you will ever meet! This is what he says about himself:

I’m an American actor and model. I’ve appeared on shows like The Beautiful Life: TBL, Big Lake, Bravo’s Fashion Hunters, Dr. G Medical Examiner, Dog Bites Man, and Disney’s Ultimate 10 as well as a few films such as the recently released W.E. On the modeling side, I’ve been in multiple fitness magazines, walked runway for Nike and Adidas, and shot print work for several swimwear and underwear companies.

He can also be found on the cover of Prince of Wolves by Susan Krinard, once again showing off those fabulous abs. When he isn’t working, traveling or enjoying outdoor adventures he is involved with charity work. Some of his favorites are Give Kids the World, Dreamflight, and the Make-A-Wish Foundation.

Yes, my friends he is the whole package! He even has a sense of humor. And I will give you a tip on how to get his attention…bring sour gummy worms.

So, when it comes to man part covers. What kind do you like to see?

Go here for the original interview:

Jason Vendryes Website:

*Man taffy compares an alpha male to a piece of taffy. It can be hard, but once you warm it up, it becomes all soft and chewy.