New Release Coming Soon – Going Rogue by Jessica Jefferson


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I’m thrilled to introduce my newest series, Ribbons and Rogues.  The first book, Going Rogue, comes out May 6th from Soul Mate Publishing, and today is the big unveiling.

“The Ribbon means you have it all – beauty, fortune, power…everything but love.” 

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Miss Meredith Castle leaves behind everything she knows to join her great aunt in London and become leader of the infamous girls’ club, The Ribbons. She’s willing to make whatever sacrifices necessary to redeem her ailing mother, even if that means leaving her childhood love behind to scale London’s social ladder.

When Derek Weston’s best friend receives the offer of a lifetime, he encourages her to take it. Unwilling to let her go completely, he chases after her, only to find the sweet girl he loved replaced by a spoiled debutante. A broken man, he leaves London to start a new life at sea.

Five years later, Meredith realizes her reign as Queen of the Ball is about to come to an end, if she doesn’t do something to fix her tarnished reputation. Pairing up with the Season’s newest wallflower seems like the perfect plan, until she finds out her demure friend is being pursued by the very man she thought she’d never see again. Only, Derek Weston isn’t who he used to be. He’s inherited a Scottish title and grown into an arrogant man she barely recognizes; yet in her heart, she knows she still loves him. Torn between her past and an uncertain future, can she find a way back to the life she used to have and the boy who once adored her?


Meredith had hated Derek for making her feel so unwanted after their kiss in the garden, and the idea of experiencing that rejection again almost overcame her desire.


The memory of his lips, of his hands, overshadowed all else. To feel him again, to experience that flood of warmth over her body—she couldn’t resist the pull she felt.

She stood on her toes and brought her lips to his.

“Oh, Mere,” he sighed, suddenly crashing into her. He pulled her close, his lips bruising hers with the force of his passion. She grabbed hold of his shoulders, latching onto him with all her strength.

And then he started to ease the pressure, pulling back and slowing the rhythm. No longer demanding, but searching. She nipped at his lips, allowing herself to explore him with her tongue, learning everything she could and all she shouldn’t. It was deliberate, each one looking for something in the other, uncertain of just what that was.

Then all of a sudden his lips stopped moving and she felt him go very still under her hands. He pushed himself away from her, sending her staggering backward.

He growled and raked his fingers through his hair, pulling the dark waves away from his face. “This cannot be happening again!” He started pacing back and forth, like a caged panther.

He stopped and pointed at her. “This is your fault.”

She shielded herself behind the back of a wing chair. “How is this my fault? Better yet, what exactly are you trying to blame me for?”

“This.” He waved his hands wildly. “You did it again!”

“I did nothing!” she yelled back. “I was just minding my own business when you pulled me in here and accosted me.”

I accosted you?” He pointed at himself, mocking her with his tone. “I think you have it the other way around. You kissed me.”

She folded her arms across her chest. “I was coerced.”

“If anyone was doing the coercing, it was you!”

Meredith held up her injury. “You were caressing my hand!”

“I was examining it for a possible fracture.”

“No surgeon ever looked for a broken bone with his mouth!”

His nostrils flared. “This cannot happen again.”

“Oh, trust me, it won’t.” She’d been foolish in abandoning her judgment and allowing him to seduce her into such a wanton mess.

“I mean it this time,” he repeated, as if trying to convince himself.

“It would appear that we’re in complete agreement with each other. Whatever this is that keeps happening between us, won’t happen again. And I mean that not just as a threat, but as a promise. After all, you’ve got your ill-fated pursuit of Miss Marshall to follow, and I have my own romantic interests that need attending to. Neither one of us have any time to devote to such a fruitless endeavor.”

“I wouldn’t call my interest in Miss Marshall ill-fated.”

“Linguistics, Lord Sutherland. It sounded much kinder than doomed to fail as was my first inclination.”

May 6th, Available for pre-sale here April 21st.

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Jessica Jefferson makes her home in Almost-Chicago with her husband, nine and three year old girls, guinea pigs, and English bulldog Pete. When she's not busy trying to find middle-ground between being a modern career woman and Suzy-Homemaker, she loves to watch "Real Housewives of [insert city here]" and performing unnecessary improvements to her home and property. Jessica writes Regency-era historical romance with a modern twist, infused with humor. She always tries to create endearingly flawed heroes and one of a kind heroines that you'll want to continue knowing long after you read the last page. Fall in love with romance again...

10 Responses

  1. Glenda

    Sounds like the start of another excellent series, Jessica!

  2. bmonajem

    I love this excerpt!! Great tension–looking forward to what comes next. 😉

    • jessicajefferson

      I pitched it as “Mean Girls” meets Regency London. It’s the perspective from the “other” side of the ballroom.