The Princess and The Jester New Release Interview with A.D. McCammon.

Firstly congratulations A.D. McCammon on your new release in the Westbrook Three Series, The Princess and The Jester.

For those who are not familiar with A.D. McCammon here is a brief bio…

Amber McCammon decided to take her passion for writing to the self-publishing world in 2017. She’s since published four contemporary adult romance novels and is currently working on a YA romance series. 

When she isn’t writing, you’ll find her reading, spending money she doesn’t have in Target, or hanging with her hubby and two kiddos. 

Amber lives in Tennessee, where she was born and raised, which means she often gets caught with the south in her mouth. She loves to travel, though, and dreams of being a nomad one day.

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Amber agreed to answer some questions about her new release and was gracious enough to allow us to share an excerpt.

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Q1: The Princess and The Jester is the third book in the Westbrook Three Series. Can you tell us where the Inspiration for this series came about?

A: I started writing Thatcher’s story, book one in the series, for fun. My first series was very deep and personal, it left me feeling a little drained. So, I decided to write a steamy story about a “bad boy”. The kind of story I’d pick up to read for an escape. It was never my intention to write another series. In fact, I said several times that was never going to happen again. But… I fell in love with Thatcher’s best friends and knew they needed their stories told too.

Q2: Which book in the series was your favourite to write and do you have a favourite character?

A: Definitely The Princess and The Jester. Cole’s been my favorite from the beginning. He was the character I related to the most. The way he hides his true feelings with humor, his caregiver nature, how he never really felt a sense of belonging.

Q3: Tell us about your vision for the Westbrook Three covers. Did you have a muse for Thatcher, Arwen and Cole before you had your covers created?

A: It was very important to me that the covers stood out, but this isn’t always easy to accomplish. The black and white aesthetic is very popular with this trope, and I decided to flip it and make the covers bright. I did have muses for the characters beforehand. Which made finding the right cover models very difficult. Cole was the hardest one to find.

Q4: Are you sad to have finished this series or are you ready to move forward with your next project?

A: I am a little sad. It’s hard to let go of characters once they become part of your life. Thatcher, Cole, and Arwen have been my focus for 18 months now. However, I’m also very excited about starting my next project and getting to know a new set of characters.

Q5: Do you already have a vision for your next project and will it also be a series?

A: Yes, I already have a direction for my next project. Anyone who is curious about this can find some answers in the Westbrook Three bonus epilogue. It will be a series.

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Excerpt from The Princess and The Jester

(Excerpt approved with written permission by the author for use only on the IABS webpage)

A shadowy figure on the top of my mattress catches my eye as I enter my room, and my stomach does a free fall. I freeze, but the fear strangling my throat keeps my scream from escaping.

The shape moves and there’s a click before my lamp lights the room. My lashes flutter as my eyes adjust, my panic increasing once I finally get a good look at what or who is on my bed.

“Welcome home, Princess.”

He looks very comfortable, all sprawled out with his arms folded behind his head and feet crossed. The buttons on his shirt are undone, putting his bare chest and abdomen on display. His sandy blond hair is disheveled in a way that makes him look insanely gorgeous. The jeans he’s wearing rest low on his hips, the top band of his Calvin Klein boxers peeking out. 

The image is much like the ones I’ve imagined countless times before, and for a brief moment I wonder if this is all a dream. Until I notice the sparkle of mischief in his emerald eyes as his lips curl into a villainous grin.

This is no dream, it’s a nightmare.

Oh god. He knows it was me.

Icy panic floods my veins, my mind scrambling for a plausible excuse or explanation for what I’ve done. I merely wanted to talk to him. Not the exchange of blows that seems to be our normal form of communication these days. A real conversation. Yes, it was deceptive. But it’s not like I intentionally tricked him.

“Cole?” Terror is palpable in my voice, and I clear my throat, feigning a calm indifference to his presence as I continue. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”

“Technically, this is our house.” The cavalier response holds a sinister tone, warning me of his cruel intentions.

My limbs begin to tremble, fighting off the chill of my fright. “You haven’t lived here for two years, Cole.”

It feels more like a lifetime; the nearly ten years we shared here nothing more than fading memories I’m desperately clinging to.

I try to recall the last time we were in my bedroom together. Had we laughed? Did he hold me? Tell me he loved me? Had I said it back?

But the only memory I can grasp is the very one I’d like to forget forever. The night I made him believe I didn’t want him. The one that changed him. When I lost his love and earned his hate.

“A crushed soul and broken heart are no good to me.”

“True.” He stretches like a cat lazing about and sits up, locking his hard glare onto me as he places his feet on the floor. “And I know you’ve been so torn up over it. But the good news is I’m back. All moved in right down the hall.”

He stands, and I instinctively scoot back as my head shakes in protest. “You’re lying. I talked to my mom this morning. She didn’t say anything about you living here.”

“Yeah…I asked Nina and Mark to let me surprise you.” His dark chuckle keeps me rooted while he moves closer, the heat of his body blanketing over my exposed skin as he invades my space. “Surprise.

His proximity makes me acutely aware that the only thing covering me is a small floral towel, and I cross my arms over my chest. “Get out of my room.”

He snorts at my feeble attempt to sound stern. “No need to be modest on my account. I rather enjoyed your little striptease when you came in.” My veins heat with embarrassment, and Cole’s lips spread wide as he reaches out to brush his thumb over my reddening cheek. “Don’t be shy. It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before, Princess. In fact, there isn’t a single inch of this luscious body of yours I haven’t touched or tasted.”

My eyelids fall as his fingertips run down my neck, across my collarbone, and over my shoulder. It’s been so long since I’ve felt his touch, and I revel in it. Once upon a time, he was mine—my everything.

When I open my eyes again, the resentment and malice in Cole’s gaze is gone. They’ve been replaced with a swirl of lust and sadness, his brow stiff with contemplation. The air in my lungs stills as he leans in like he’s about to kiss me, but his lips bypass mine and land on my temple instead.

“Playing with you is going to be so much fun,” he whispers in my ear.

There’s a wickedly sexy grin on his face as he backs away, his eyes hungrily roaming over me. Then he turns on his heel and strolls out of my room, his laughter echoing through the hallway.

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The Princess and The Jester: A High School Bully Romance (Westbrook Three Book 3)

Blurb

Cole Masterson is an imposter.
Fake. Phony. Liar. 
And, once upon a time, he was mine. He’s the fearsome jester of Westbrook High, and I’m the spoiled princess. 

They don’t know the real Cole—not the way I did. He’s been a stranger to me for years, pretending to be one of them. And I’m desperate for him to see me again. 

Until he moved in down the hall. Now, there’s no escaping his hungry emerald gaze or wickedly sexy smile. 

Gwendolyn Rhodes is one of the rich elite. 
Privileged. Entitled. Pampered. 
She’s out of my league. 
No matter what I do to fit in, they’ll always see me as the housekeeper’s son. I’ve tried to forget about her—to move on with my life. 

But I let her games pull me back in. All bets were off the second I got too close to her. 

She’s been messing with my head, but I’ve changed the rules. 
She didn’t plan to wager her heart.
But I’m playing for keeps.

Get your copy HERE!

Add to Goodreads TBR list HERE!

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The Bad Girl: A High School Bully Romance (Westbrook Three Book 2)

Blurb:

Arwen Sullyvan is a real nightmare.
Callous. Cold. Calculating.
And the first girl I ever loved. She’s the bad girl of Westbrook High, and I’m their precious golden boy.

For years, she’s delighted in punishing me. All because I’d fallen for her. And, like a fool, I still want her. 

Then a drunken confession slipped through those plump lips, and I saw fear swirling in her stormy eyes. 

Aidan Shaw is the bane of my existence.
Charming. Gorgeous. Noble. 
He’s everything I never knew I wanted, and it scares the hell out of me. I’ve tried to keep my distance and bury those feelings.

But one stupid mistake—one moment of weakness in the face of temptation—was all it took to turn our flame into a fire.  

He’s intent on loving me, but not even his golden touch can change my black heart. 
He thinks he can break me. 
But a savage can’t be tamed.

Get your copy HERE!

Add to Goodreads TBR list HERE!

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When the Saint Falls: A High School Bully Romance (Westbrook Three Book 1)

Blurb:

Thatcher Michaelson is a bully. 
Arrogant. Cruel. Ruthless. 
And the most attractive guy I’ve ever laid eyes on. 
He’s the rebel of Westbrook High, and I’m merely the annoying goody two-shoes he dubbed the saint. 

There must be something wrong with me. After nearly two years of dirty looks and constant humiliation, I’m still crushing on the guy who hated me on sight. 

Then he kissed me and instead of the ice-cold gaze I was accustomed to, I saw passion burning behind his dark molten eyes. 

Violet St. James doesn’t belong in my world. 
Good. Kind. Pure. 
She’s everything I’m not.
She doesn’t just look like an angel, she is one. And I’ve fought every impulse to make her mine.

But all my efforts went up in flames the second I tasted her sweet lips. My inability to stay away has changed everything. 

She’s determined to break down all my walls, but my little saint doesn’t understand the consequences of her actions. 

She tells me she’s not afraid of the fall.
But she should be. 

Get your copy HERE!

Add to Goodreads list HERE!

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