Falling for You by Jennifer Patricia O’Keeffe, Adesanya, and Jae El Foster 💕 Behind the Scenes, Book Tour & Gift Card Prize Pack Giveaway 💕 (Romantic Comedy/Women's Fiction)

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The Joys of Getting Pregnant or Sweet Little Angel from Hell by Jae El Foster

Toby has taken the best job – being paid to get a beautiful woman pregnant! Yet, things begin to turn sour between him and his new client when they keep running into each other at various places and get to see each other’s more ‘combative’ sides. While fuming over one such confrontation with the client, Toby is suddenly struck by a car and his world begins to change forever. He is given a business card that leads him to an abandoned warehouse where, once inside, he learns there is much more to this place than meets the eye. As Toby’s luck would have it, only his latest client can save him from what awaits him. What darkness lies within this old warehouse? What secret is his client hiding from him? Will this sudden adventure bring the two unlikely mates closer, or will it make Toby think twice about being her baby-maker? Find out the answers to these questions and more in this hilarious cutting edge tale of good versus evil!

Hey, I’m back at one of my favorite spots! Thank you, Romance Novel Giveaways, for hosting me! It’s always a pleasure!

The story I am here to release, I’m sure you’ve noticed, has two titles. Officially, it is known as ‘The Joys of Getting Pregnant’ or ‘Sweet Little Angel from Hell.’ The idea for two titles occurred to me when the story – originally named one of the two titles – took a turn and earned the second title. It is also a throwback to – believe it or not – ‘Bullwinkle and Rocky.’ Some of their Fractured Fairy Tales were often double-titled.

The ending of my story is where the ‘Sweet Little Angel from Hell’ title comes in, and it will introduce readers to a character named Phoenix. Although I am prohibited from saying anything more about Phoenix’s involvement with the story, I will say that she is a character that I have used once before – long ago in 1999 in an unpublished novel called Dark Phoenix (Yes, screw you, X-Men. I did it first!) and only one copy of this book exists – printed and bound upstairs in my attic on the couch, just in case anyone feels like swiping it and typing it up fresh for me. I’m not one to retype something, so the book will likely never see the light of day.

The first title – ‘The Joys of Getting Pregnant’ – is sort of a joke within itself, as the process to pregnancy in this story may be funny for us, but it’s not all that joyful for the protagonists. A romantic comedy in true Jae El form, things are never easy for the characters, and if they want their ‘happily ever after’ – well, dammit – they gotta work for it.

One last thing that I’d like to share is that this story is the result of me asking my editor what she’d like me to write. Jean replied, “Give me something hot.” She didn’t specify, so I made sure it’s sizzling.

If you want a fun, feisty read that’s exquisite for Halloween season, ‘The Joys of Getting Pregnant’ or ‘Sweet Little Angel from Hell’ is absolutely perfect for you. And, of course, it can only be found in the Romantic Comedy anthology ‘Falling for You’ from DCL Publications, available now on Kindle and Nook. I’m joined by two fantastic authors in the anthology, and we have worked hard to give the readers something unique and fully entertaining. We’ve given you our best; we sure hope you like it!

Do good things.
~ Jae El Foster

He stood outside the doors, trying to look in through the opening, but it appeared dark inside and he could see nothing.

“Hello?” he asked again, and still, he received no response. Finally, growing impatient, he pushed the doors open and allowed the rays of sunlight to brighten the interior.

For a building that had last served as a textile factory, what he saw seemed misleading. The sunlight brightened a long hallway that was lined with a red carpet and narrow wooden walls on either side.

Toby stepped inside and took two steps forward before turning around to the sound of the doors closing behind him. Now, with the sun blocked out, he was trapped in utter darkness.

“Okay,” he said, nervous and on guard as he turned in a circle. “Who’s there?”

At the end of the hallway, a single light flickered on, showing him that the hall ended with a turn to the right. Knowing he should just turn around and run, he decided against chickening out. He’d had such a bad run already that this adventure would either turn out better for him or just finish him all together. He knew one of those had to be the outcome, but the world was pissing him off and he was ready to face it, rather than hide from it.

Slowly, he walked toward the end of the hall and the flickering light that brightened it. There, he paused, looking down the right turn and seeing more of the same – nothingness through the darkness. Shaking off the nerves, he made the turn and continued.

Again, at the end of the hall, a light came on, this time illuminating a door. The door appeared to have a wooden frame with a frosted glass window. The window had writing on it, but from where he stood, he could not read it. So, with more timid steps, he approached it to read it.

“John Smith, Esquire,” read the lettering.

Although this made no sense to him – having an office and this sort of hallway in an old condemned factory – he was at least glad to see Mr. Smith’s name. That gave him a bit of confidence in that, perhaps, he had not fully had the wool pulled over his eyes.

Because of the frost glass, Toby could not see through the window to tell if anyone was inside or not, and so he knocked on the wooden portion of the door.

There was no answer. Of course there was no answer, he thought, shaking his head. It was Sunday. Even if this John Smith and his Chans Dyab Enterprises were real, they wouldn’t have been in this dark and abandoned building on a Sunday afternoon. Likely, the man was off golfing or playing a round or two of tennis. At least, that was what Toby thought rich business men did on their time off. Then again, he could have just been out hitting more people with his car.

As he turned to leave, the door clicked and opened just a few inches. The room seemed dark, but regardless of that, he pushed on the door and opened it fully. It illuminated as he stepped inside.

It was, indeed, an office. There was a grand mahogany desk with a chair that looked like it had cost Mr. Smith more than Toby’s baby juice had cost Roslyn. There was a tall file cabinet, two computers, and two guest chairs. A globe sat atop a bookshelf, and there was a window with the curtains closed at the far wall behind the desk. Although it was simply furnished, it felt posh – more executively exclusive than anywhere Toby had ever stepped into. It even smelled good.

The chair, he thought, looked too inviting. He looked around and behind him, ensuring no one else was in the room with him, and he walked to Mr. Smith’s chair, touching its soft warmth. Then, wondering what it would have felt like to have been a well-to-do businessman, he sat in the chair to get a feeling… to imagine his life being much better than it actually was.

The office door shut, securing him inside. Toby stood with a jolt of surprise.

Jae El Foster is an author with whom you question going to bed with at night, but you dare to venture beneath the sheets with him anyway. As the venture concludes, you are perhaps romanced by it, or perhaps you are frightened by it. Don’t worry, because you are always satisfied by it. Despite the title or genre of the book, Jae El sets out to please you with climatic and unexpected conclusions that will make you tremble with emotion. Hop aboard the Jae El train and give it a good ride.