Blog Tour: Guest Post – A Season of Eden by Jennifer Laurens

Welcome to Author Jennifer Laurens:

Jennifer, aka JM Warwick was born and raised in Southern California and her hometown of Palos Verdes Estates flavors her books: A Season of Eden and An Open Vein. She doesn’t limit herself to writing one genre, and was the first to author four romance novels centered around the popular sport of ballroom dancing. Now, she focuses on writing young adult. She has YA novels published under her YA romance name of Jennifer Laurens: Falling for Romeo, Magic Hands, Nailed and the Heavenly series: Heavenly ( 2009) Penitence (2010) and Absolution (2010) A Season of Eden and Overprotected. Two are under her other YA author name: JM Warwick – A Season of Eden and An Open Vein. Jennifer lives in Utah and has 6 children.

Character Interview with Josh from A Season of Eden:

What did you really think of Mr. Christian’s choir class?
Three words. I. Hate. Singing.

If you were choosing the songs for the spring concert what would you have chosen?
I dunno, man, but something that kicked some ass, you know? That ROCKED, not this elevator booze.

Did you ever suspect anything was going on between Eden & James?
Hell, yeah. She was all over him with her eyes, you know?

Do you think Matt ever felt anything for Brielle or was he just trying to hurt Eden?
Brielle was a rebound, no doubt about it. She’s a cool girl and all, but everybody knows she’s not Eden.

A Season of Eden by Jennifer Laurens:

He’s my teacher. I shouldn’t be alone with him. But I can’t help that he’s irresistible. I let the door silently close at my back. He stared at me, and a taut quiet stretched between us. “I like hearing you play,” I said, moving toward him. He turned, in sync with my slow approach. He looked up at me but didn’t say anything. I rested my clammy hand on the cold, slick body of the baby grand. “May I?” The muscles in his throat shifted, then he swallowed. “Eden.” My knees weakened, like a soft tickling kiss had just been blown against the backs of them. “Is it okay?” I asked. His gaze held mine like two hands joined. He understood what I was really asking. “Let me stay,” I said. “Please.” “You’re going to get me in trouble,” he said.