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Sunday 25 October 2015

#SexySnippets - Yoseph




Hello again and welcome back to Sexy Snippets. this is where we chose seven sentences from either published work, or something we are working on.

This week I have chosen something from Yoseph, the sequal to Alana. It is still a work in progress and nothing has been edited. So here are my chosen seven for you this week:


“I know what the risks are grandma. But if you ask me, he needs to know who, and what he is. What if it is Alana trying to communicate with him? What if he manages to somehow communicate back with her?”

“Oh don’t be so fanciful Ayasha.”
“Fanciful? Wasn’t it you who told me when I began to shift, that I couldn’t run away from who I was?

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Until next time, take care.

Jessica xxx

Friday 23 October 2015

#FFF






Hello again. So nice of you to pop back and read this weeks Flash Fiction Friday.

This is were we are given a picture and we have to write 100 words relating to the picture. No more, no less.



So here are your 100 words this week.

The sound of the bathroom door swinging open and slamming against the wall, made Alicia stand up straight, her head snapping sharply towards the door. The sight of the hand held gun made the colour fade from her face as her blood rushed to her feet.

“Stand in that corner and face the wall,” the intruder commanded.

Dressed in nothing but her black thong, she did as shewas told. The metallic tiles were cold under her spread out palms. A hand pushed against her shoulder blades, pushing her breast against the tiles.

“Now, turn your head and look at me.”


I hope you liked what you read. Please take the time to read all the other writers taking part today. It may be the same picture, but I can assure you, we all have very different imaginations. You can find them all here


Until next time, take care


Jessica xxx


Thursday 22 October 2015

Thursday Tasters - Day Off

 

Hello everyone, thank so much for stopping by today. I have to say, it has been a little manic at my house over the last week. We are having our bathroom re decorated, and in between all the crashing, banging, doors being left open and freezing, two children off sick, entertaining a toddler confined to one room, the bathroom is nearly finished *happy dance*

Like I said, one manic week lol

Anyway, today is Thursday Taster, where I showcase no more than 400 words of my work. It can be something that has been published, or something I am currently working on. Last week I introduced you to, Di, from my current WIP day off.

This week I will treat you to a little bit more, so picking up from where we left off:


He answered after the first ring. “Di, where are you? We have a meeting in thirty five minutes. You know how I like to over the schedule with you beforehand. Why are.” The sound of his demanding voice added more rage to her already angered state, so she cut him off. A first for her.

“Matt, I’m not coming in today.”

There was silence for a moment. Di began to second guess her actions as guilt seemed to move in and take over the anger.

“What do you mean you’re not coming in today?”

His voice was full of shock. After working with him for over five years, Di knew when he was acting, and when he was being sincere. A lump of regret formed in her throat. She knew she couldn’t go back on her statement. “I’m taking the day off. I’m sick.”

“You don’t sound sick to me.”

He had a point. Her mind went into over drive as she tried to find an excuse. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her sanitary pads on the dressing table.

“I’ve got cramps.”

“You’ve got what?”

“Cramps. You know periods.”

“You’ve never had cramps before.”

Bloody cheek. She had cramps alright, she just dosed herself up to meet his demands. Not anymore. “I always have cramps Matt, I usually dose myself up. This month is far too heavy.”

“Heavy?”

Now he was just irritating her. “Yes Matt, Heavy, lots of blood.”

“Oh Di really. Did you have to be that graphic? Take the bloody day off. Take two. Don’t come back until you’re all clear.”

I hope you enjoyed this short taster. Don't forget to stop by and see all the other writers taking part today. You can find them all here


That's it for this week. Until next time, take care.

Jessica xxx

Sunday 18 October 2015

Sexy Snippets - Alana

 




Hello and welcome back to this weeks #SexySnippets. I have to say I love this new button.
For those of you who are new to #SexySnippets, this is where we share seven sentences  from either a piece of published work, or something from a WIP.

This week I have decided to bring you something from Alana. I hope you enjoy:

 
 
 
 
Naked, but for her matching white panties, Nick backed her against the wall. He kissed her neck and cupped her breast, relishing the sound of her sharp intake of breath as he teased her nipple between his fingers. Then he kissed his way down to her breast as he helped himself to a mouthful. Alana moaned as his teeth grazed her nipples and his long, hard length pushed against her moist panties. She lifted one leg allowing him to move against her as her breathing became deeper and irregular. The heat of passion made their skin glisten as Alana gripped Nick’s hips and pulled them against her.
 
They both moaned out as the tip of his shaft pushed into her wetness slightly.



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Until next time, take care


Jessica xxx

Friday 16 October 2015

#FFF



Hello and welcome back to this weeks #Flash Fiction Friday. This is where we are given a picture and we have to write what ever the picture inspires in no more than 100 words.

I found this a little tricky, this week. Only because the picture sparked a vision but There were so many clouds blocking my view. In the end, I just wrote what I could see. I hope you enjoy it.





I walked into the room, hoping to catch him before the show. The room was vacant of people. The chairs all set out in neat long rows and the curtain draw across the stage. It was ironic that the derelict room matched how empty I felt inside. Was it too late? Would he even listen to anything I had to say? So much uncertainty made my palms start to sweat.

“Vicky?”

I swallowed at the sound of his voice and slowly turned to see if my ears had betrayed me. Matt was really there. Now it is my last chance.
 
Please feel free to leave comment. I love hearing from you. Don't forget to stop by and see all the other writers taking part today at #FlashFictionFriday
 
Until next time, take care
 
Jessica xxx
 

Thursday 15 October 2015

Thursday Tasters - Day Off





Hello and welcome back to Thursday Tasters. this is where we showcase a piece of work from either a published piece, or a Work In progress aka WIP. No more than 400 words.

This week I wanted you to meet Di. She is the heroine in my current WIP Day Off. I have completely fallen in love with her, and I hope you will too.



“Oh for god sake,” Dianne muttered under her breath. In her rush to get out the front door, the wind had blown a gust up her skirt trapping it as she shut the front door. Its entanglement only noticed at the sound of the material ripping as she went to walk away. “This is all I flaming well need.”

Di turned back to face her front door and insert the key into the lock. Her skirt was free but the damage was irreparable. She closed the door behind her and pulled up her sleeve to reveal the dial on her watch. Late was an understatement. Not wanting to waist any more time, Di started to unzip her skirt as she walked down the hallway of her flat, heals thudding against the wooden floor, as she made her way to her bedroom. Her skirt slid down her thighs, revealing her long slender legs and almost tripped her up as she walked far too quickly as the skirt reached her ankle. Di reached out and grabbed the door frame with each hand to save herself from falling arse over tit. She took a moment to take a few long, slow, steady breaths. “What the hell am I gonna wear now?”

Di kicked off her skirt and one of her high heels went flying off with it, straight into her full length mirror. She scrunched her eyes shut at the sound of the glass shattering into a thousand pieces.  Di exhaled deeply and rested her forehead on the doorframe. “For fuck sake!” The frustration bubbled through her veins with an uncontrollable heat.

Screw work, he doesn’t give a shit about you anyway. Di knew this was her irrational side talking. She couldn’t possible take a day off work. Or can I? “Fuck it,” Di said aloud as she walked down the hall to her handbag and grabbed her mobile phone. His number was the last one she had dialled. She noticed that he was the only one in her call list apart from her mother. The frustration was fast becoming anger. More aimed at herself if she was honest. She had let her work consume her life. Not anymore.

Please leave a comment and tell me what you think. And don't forget to stop by an visit all the other writers taking part in this weeks Thursday Tasters

Until next time, take care

Jessica xxx

Sunday 11 October 2015

Sexy Snippets - Behind The Makeup



Hello and welcome back to this weeks #SexySnippets. Today I am taking my snippet from Behind The Makeup, so here are my seven sentences:



Beth gave him her best innocent girl look before she pulled the

pins out of her hair, allowing her chocolate locks to cascade down her

back.

"Oh my god, you’re a little minx," he replied before he leapt up

off the sofa and made a grab for her. Beth giggled as she dodged out

of the way of his grasp. As fast as she was, she was no match for

Gareth’s agility. He caught her around the waist and pulled her tight

against his frame. He placed featherlight kisses on her nose, across

her cheek and down her neck, sending shivers of awakening through

her veins.

"I’m going to take my time with you, Beth," Gareth said before he

pulled her down onto the floor.



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Until next time, take care.

Jessica xXx

Friday 9 October 2015

#FFF = First Time




Hello and welcome to #FlashFictionFriday.  This is were we are given a picture and we have to write 100 to go with it.

This is the picture for this week:





And my 100 words:


“It doesn’t matter what you say to me Tristan, I will not drink from another human!”

Tristan meet her gaze, but he was no fool. He knew she would not drink from a human. In the early days of going through the change, it was common for new vampires to still feel connected to their old world. A single red rose in a vase of flowers caught his eye. Its vivid colour matched her lips perfectly. Without saying a word, he took the rose and filled the petals with donor blood.

“Then let your first taste come from this Rose.”
 
 I hope you enjoyed my interpretation of the picture. Don't forget to stop by #FlashFictionFriday and visit all the other writers taking part today.

Until next time, take care.

Jessica

Thursday 8 October 2015

Thursday Teasers - Behind The Makeup




Hello and welcome to Thursday Tasters. this is where I get to share some of my work with you. This week I have decided to share something from my latest release, Behind The Makeup.

This scene is taken from the first chapter. To fill you in a bit, the police had been called to a house where a burglary was in place. As they arrived they saw the suspects take off in a red Corsa and chased them at high speed.



The sounds of horns and tires screeching were enough to chill any warm-blooded animal.
 
Both Smith and Newman had no option but to watch and report back to control, as the red car floored it through the red lights. Cars traveling from the left swerved to avoid the Corsa. Amazingly, the red car made it through the junction without getting hit. None of the other cars had collided with each other. But it wasn’t over. Newman increased his speed to follow the red car once more as he meandered his way through the now stationary cars on the junction.

“He’s lost it,” Newman said as they watched the red car veer left and right as the driver fought to control the car. The driver pulled the car off to the left much too quickly, causing the Corsa to skid sideways across three lanes of traffic, up onto the bank and wrap itself around a tree.

“Control, we have an RTC on North Circular Road Southbound just after A40 junction,” Smith said as he spoke into his radio. He hopped out of the car just before Newman had brought it to a complete stop.

Newman pulled the hand break up with such force, you could hear the gear mechanism grind together and then jumped out of the car to follow Smith.

Smith reached the back of the red car and could hear soft moans from the back passenger side. As he opened the door, a young man was slouched across the back seat, his head was oozing a crimson river and he wasn’t conscious. Smith felt for a pulse, it was faint.

Newman was busy assessing the front passenger so he made his way to the driver.

The front of the red Corsa was crumpled, steam from what he presumed to be the radiator rose into the night sky. Smoke from the air bags joined the steam as they danced their vapour in the street light rays. The driver hung half out of the windscreen, his head at an awkward angle. Smith reached for a pulse, already knowing there wouldn’t be one.

“Control, this is Quebec Delta four nine two. We have one unconscious male with a head injury,” He looked over to Newman for the condition of the front passenger. Newman just shook his head.

“And two fatalities.”


Hope you like enjoyed my tease today.

Don't forget to stop by and visit all the other writers taking part in todays Thursday Tasters

Until next time, take care.

Jessica

Sunday 20 September 2015

Sexy Snippets - Behind The Makeup


Hello again and welcome back to #SexySnippets  Sorry about last week. It was the first week back at school and I kind of got lots playing with them, not to mention trying to get homework done after seven weeks summer holidays. Not fun! Anyway... For those of you who are new to #SexySnippets, this is where I pick seven sentences from either a published piece of work, or something I have been working on. No more, no less.

So this week I have decided to showcase my seven from my latest release, Behind The Makeup. This story came about from watching a makeup ad on TV for MaxFactor. I couldn't get the story written fast enough. It is about a singer who has worked very hard to get where she is today, having made some very tough choices along the way. As with life, the past always catches up with you and when it does, Beth finds herself turning to her bodyguard, Gareth. Together they discover that her past is very much her present.



Without further ado, my seven sentences:



“So what, that’s it?”

She wasn’t sure, but she thought she could sense hurt in his question.

“Look at me, Beth,” he said as he moved his hand from her shoulder and lifted her chin with his fingers. She closed her eyes so he couldn’t see her pain. A traitorous tear slipped down her cheek, giving her emotions away. “After everything we’ve been through, is that really it?”
Gareth’s grip on her shoulder tightened.

I hope you enjoyed my seven sentences. Should you wish to purchase a copy, you can directly from Siren BookStrand or Amazon  Don't forget to click Here to find all the other authors taking part in todays #SexySnippets.


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Until next time, take care.

Jessica xXx

Monday 7 September 2015

Doris O'Connor - Calimed By Her Bears



#BDSM #MFM #FF #NFT



Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my newest release, Claimed By her Bears.

Loosely based on Goldilocks and the three bears, this is my version of one of my favourite Fairytales with a decidedly naughty spin.

Imagine being Goldie. You’re not only running late, but you just have to tumble right into your new CEO’s arms, covering both of you in coffee at the same time. Not the best impression to make on the new, sex on legs boss.

Jason Stanhope, for that matter, did not expect to have his mate tumble into his arms on his first day at the office. His very human, clueless about shifters, and inexperienced in the lifestyle mate.

What’s a Dom to do?

This delectable human morsel will run for the hills, if he reveals his bear, never mind the fact that he comes as a package deal, won’t she?

Well, Goldie might be human, but she has a few surprises of her own up her sleeve as it were, and as she embarks on a crash course in all things BDSM, she surprises not only her bears, but also herself.

In her words:

“To heck with labels and what other people might think.”

Let the naughty fun begin J




Blurb:

Take one very human girl. Add three bear shifters and one BDSM club. Shake well…

 

When Goldie Lockwood tumbles into the arms of the new CEO, she falls head over heels in lust with the enigmatic Dom. Interested in the lifestyle she might be, but Jason Stanhope seems way out of her league.

 

Jason’s bear wants nothing more than to bend Goldie over his desk and claim her right there, but that wouldn’t be appropriate. This bear shifter comes as a package deal—three for the prize of one. As the oldest of triplets, his mate will also have to submit to his brother and sister.

 

While Goldie responds beautifully to his training, will a weekend at the club be one step too far, or can she be the sweet sub the siblings need?

 

Revealing their bears might very well make Goldilocks live up to her name.

Excerpt:

He had originally planned to spank her insolent ass, and then fuck her over his desk, but when she hadn’t appeared, his mood had darkened. For one soul wrenchingly disappointing second he’d thought she’d run out on him, and then his bear had picked up the scent of aroused woman. He’d tracked her down to the ladies’, and just when he thought he’d have to break the door in, she had appeared, and a new plan had taken hold.

Her untutored responses to him had made the Dom in him roar, and his bear had positively strutted at them. Fucking her now was out of the question. His volatile animal was too close to the surface, and he would not be able to resist biting her. No, it was far safer for everyone involved to consummate their relationship at the safety of the club, where his bear would be easier to control in the company of Jacob and Cat.

Besides, they had to establish the ground rules, and his little Goldilocks had some homework to do, starting right now.

He spread his legs and raised an eyebrow at her when she just stood there, staring at him openmouthed.

I’m waiting, girl. If you can’t follow a simple instruction then this ain't gonna work out between us.” She gasped at that, and grinning he reached out and shut her mouth with his index finger under her chin. A shudder went through her when he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her kiss swollen lips, and she pouted when he withdrew again.

Can’t you just spank me or something, and get that punishment over with, please, Sir?”
Jason threw his head back and laughed, and her pout deepened, but when he shook his head, she gave an exaggerated sigh, and slowly inched the hemline of her skirt up.

It was his turn to groan when her pretty pink pussy lips came into view. Delightfully bare, they glistened in her dew, and his bear huffed his need for a taste of the nectar between her legs.

Jason had to clear his throat to get his voice to work, and the little minx grinned at him.

Spread your legs, girl. Give your Sir a good view.”

With a groan to match his, Goldie complied, and Jason had to rub his aching shaft through his trousers to gain some relief, as her outer lips opened to reveal the bounty therein. Her inner lips darkened in color the longer he stared at them, as the blood rushed to that area. Her engorged clit stood proudly out its hood, almost daring him to devour it with his teeth, and her pussy hole clenched and released, causing more of her juices to trickle out of it and down the inside of her thighs.

Now, that is a pretty sight, my girl. I bet you want to come pretty badly right now, don’t you.”

Ye-es.”

He smirked at her strangled answer, and taking his phone out of his pocket got to his knees to take some candid close up shots of his girl’s cunt. Both Jacob and Cat would sure appreciate those, not to mention he would, while he imagined himself balls deep inside that pretty flesh.

What are you doing, Sir?” Her voice wobbled, but she didn’t close her legs either, and pride surged in him. Maybe this would work out after all. Not claiming her as his was already too painful to contemplate. All three of them would just have to work really hard to make her fall in love with them so that the small matter of them shifting into grizzlies wouldn’t freak her out too much.

He had a sudden vision of her running away screaming from the club when she found out about them like her namesake in the popular fairytale. He shook his head to free it of those disturbing thoughts, and getting back to his feet showed her the last picture he’d just taken.

Just taking a picture of what’s mine, girl.”

Goldie glanced at the screen briefly and blushed crimson.

No need to be ashamed, Goldilocks. You have the prettiest little cunt I've ever seen, and I can't wait to claim it.”

The hopeful look she threw his way made him laugh, and he shook his head.

Not today though.” He pulled the hemline of her pencil skirt down and tapped her nose.

You can close your legs now, but remember what I said. No making yourself come, and no panties. I’ll be checking to make sure you follow that rule, and if you don’t…” He grinned at her sharp intake of breath when he swatted her ass twice.

You won't be able to sit that pretty behind of yours down for a week, got it?”

 Yes, Sir,” she whispered, and he brushed his lips over hers, drinking in the scent of his woman.

You have some homework to do first, and when I think you’re ready, we’ll be taking that step at the club.”

Her eyes widened anew at that proclamation.

The club?” she asked. “Not the one all the staff is dying to find out about?”

Jason tapped her nose again and stepping away, pulled out the list of websites he’d printed off for her earlier out his trouser pocket.

The very same, baby, only, you’re looking at the new owner. Well one of them. My sister and brother own a third each.”

There’s more of you?” Her voice rose in her astonishment, and he knew now was the perfect time to test the waters.

Yes, we’re triplets, and…” He let his words trail off waiting for her reaction, and she didn’t disappoint.

Triplets? I guess that makes you really close, right?” she asked, and when he just shrugged his shoulders, she wrapped her arms around herself.

Is there a reason you’re telling me this now?” she asked, and he nodded.

Let’s just say, we like to share—everything.”

 

Available from Evernight Publishing and all other on-line retailers from September 1st.

For all other buy links, please check the book page here.

 

Author Bio

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

Stalk her in these places


Sunday 6 September 2015

Sexy Snippets - Alana

#Sexysnippets #Alana #Paranormal #MF #Romance #Siren
 
Hello again, I can believe another week has gone by. The last week of the summer holidays just seems to have flashed passed quicker than a blink of an eye.  Part of me is a little happy that the older two will be going back to school. It has been full on with play dates and playing out, so I could do with a rest. Well as much of a rest as my just turned 3 year old will let me have lol.  I think he will miss them a lot, bless him.
Oh well, enough of me rambling on. It is, after all, Sexy Snippets time.
This week I have a snippet from my first book Alana.
Alana sat up in bed, her heart thumping against her chest as she struggled to control her breathing. Surely it was a dream? But the vision stayed clear in her mind, and she knew she was seeing the body through the eyes of one of her protectors.
 

Blurb:
Alana Knight has the power to control the minds of animals, including shifters, who want her dead. A tragic past has meant that Alana has spent most of her life in hiding. Concealed as a conservationist she’s helped reintroduce wolves back into the wild. A dead body on her land proves her enemies have found her. She has no choice but to call on her protectors.
Detective Nick Valaskin has been secretly watching over Alana for years. He had vowed to protect her since coming of age. When she calls the police about a dead body on her grounds, Nick takes no chances and goes to her protection. Face to face with his childhood companion, it’s not long before passion burns between them. It puts Alana’s life in more danger than Nick could have imagined. Torn between love and a promise Nick struggles, but together they face Alana’s tragic past in the hope of preventing history from repeating itself.
If you wish to purchase this book, you can do so  at:
 
 
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Thanks you so much for stopping by. I hope to see you again next week with more Sexy Snippets. Tomorrow (Monday 7th Sept) I have the amazing Doris O'Connor on my blog talking about her latest release, Claimed By Her Bears #BDSM #MFM #FF #NFT
 
You can find me on:
Twitter @jpstevens79
 
Until next time, take care.
Jessica xXx
 
 
 
 

 

Sunday 30 August 2015

Sexy Snippets - Behind The Makeup



Hello there my lovelies, how have you been? Sorry I have been away for a few months, I was busy packing up my old house to move into our new home. All has gone amazingly well, the J's love their new home and hubby and I couldn't be happier.

I have finally managed to unpack all the boxes and if I never see another one again, it will be too soon. There was over 143 in total. Yes, we have a lot of crap lol.

We desperately needed the electrics redone, hence my return has taken a little longer than planned. Anyway, I am here to take part in the Sexy Snippets. This is where I chose seven sentences for your pleasure.

I have chosen seven from my latest release, Behind The Makeup. Just to fill you in, there has been a car chase involving the police.




The driver hung half out of the windscreen, his head at an awkward angle. Smith reached for a pulse, already knowing there wouldn’t be one.

“Control, this is Quebec Delta four nine two. We have one unconscious male with a head injury,” He looked over to Newman for the condition of the front passenger. Newman just shook his head. “And two fatalities.”






Elizabeth Rhey is a world class singer who has come home to North West London to complete the final dates of her last tour. Then her way word brother gets in trouble with the police again, and she is about ready to wash her hands of him. Only he’s dead. She finds herself caught up in a police investigation, where her past secrets catch up with her. 

Gareth Buchanan is Beth’s bodyguard. It wasn’t his chosen career, just one he landed on after taking a break from the police force. When Beth’s brother is killed and the investigation around his death unravels, he finds himself getting very close to Beth. With a desperate need to protect her, Gareth is forced to confront is own ghost.

Both their lives are turned upside down as they find out who is behind her brother’s death. Can they face their past to find peace for their future?

If you wish to purchase this book, you can do so by clicking on one of the following links. May I take this opportunity to say thank you in advance.

http://www.bookstrand.com/behind-the-makeup

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Behind-Makeup-BookStrand-Publishing-Mainstream-ebook/dp/B00YNT7L10/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1440877968&sr=8-2-fkmr0&keywords=Jessicaevens+Behind+The+Makeup


Back to the Sexy Snippets. There are many other authors taking part this week, so be sure to pay them a visit by clicking on the following link:

http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html#.Vdw1dfZViko



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Twitter @jpstevens79


 

Until next time, take care.

Jessica xXx


Wednesday 12 August 2015

Happy Birthday Jessica Stevens





 
 
 
 
 
 
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to Jessica Stevens, happy birthday to me.

If you haven’t guessed, today is my first Author birthday. So today I would like to celebrate with you for your chance to win a copy of one of my books and a £10 Amazon voucher.

All you have to do is leave a comment and say which book you would prefer, share this blog post on Facebook and tag me in it so I can contact you if you are the lucky winner. It is that easy. Your names will go into a hat and be picked out randomly by my youngest J on Friday 14th August 2015. Please be sure to tag me when you share this post so I can contact you if you are the lucky winner.

So I will leave you with the blurb and an excerpt from each of my books to help you choose.

 

This is where it all began, Alana:

 


The blurb:

Alana Knight has the power to control the minds of animals, including shifters, who want her dead. A tragic past has meant that Alana has spent most of her life in hiding. Concealed as a conservationist she’s helped reintroduce wolves back into the wild. A dead body on her land proves her enemies have found her. She has no choice but to call on her protectors.

Detective Nick Valaskin has been secretly watching over Alana for years. He had vowed to protect her since coming of age. When she calls the police about a dead body on her grounds, Nick takes no chances and goes to her protection. Face to face with his childhood companion, it’s not long before passion burns between them. It puts Alana’s life in more danger than Nick could have imagined. Torn between love and a promise Nick struggles, but together they face Alana’s tragic past in the hope of preventing history from repeating itself.

 

Story Excerpt:

“Hello, Miss Knight,” he called to her softly. She looked up at his dark, sunken eyes and couldn’t help but pity the man, having worked through the night, and still having to come and speak to her.

“Can I get you a coffee, Detective?” she asked him with a nervous smile.

He looked up at her as she stepped down off the stool and headed round the counter to the kettle, already anticipating his answer to be “yes.”

“Coffee would be great, thanks,” he replied, returning her smile. “I do need to ask you some questions, Miss Knight, about the body and the break-in to your cabin. I don’t want to keep you in the dark here, for your own safety.” He paused, so she turned around and met his gaze. She tucked her long, wavy black hair behind her ear, the way she always did when nerves got the better of her.

 “We have found evidence that the two incidents are related,” Nick said, and the sugar container dropped from her hand, spilling its contents all over the side.

Alana was shaking, but she tried to clear up the mess. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “It was just a shock, that’s all. I’m fine.” She tried to convince him as he put his arms around her. It surprised her how safe she felt in his arms. Nick then nodded to PC Cox to finish the coffee.

She walked with him as he led her out of the kitchen and into the front room.

The room had dark oak wooden floors, which were broken up by a very large, silvery cream shag pile rug, neatly placed in front of a small fireplace. The soft, inviting cream-colored sofa was placed opposite the fire, with a large bay window looking out at the access lane to her property. The walls were cream and the décor broken up with red curtains and cushions for the sofa, and a red–colored beanbag resting at the side of the fireplace.

Around the room there were other red furnishing, lamps and ornaments in the alcoves, but on the whole, it was a very minimalistic room. Usually the room made Alana relax, but that didn’t happen today.

Nick let her go as she sat on the sofa. She sat with her legs tucked up under her as she rested her head back.

If she was scared before, she was shitting herself now. She had known there was more to the body being on her land when Aatu had filled her mind with images of the murdering wolf confused with images of a man. Her fears were further confirmed when she returned to find the cabin broken into. The fact the Detective had found evidence to link the two was just the icing on the cake. And now she couldn’t contact her father.

PC Cox entered the room and placed two cups of coffee on the table next to the sofa. Alana managed a quiet “thank you” and he returned her gratitude with a smile.

“Cox.” Detective Sorin said. “You and Lang head on over to the cabin and make sure the forensics have everything they need. Then I want you to circulate the perimeter of the two buildings, see if anything gives.”

PX Cox nodded acceptance of his duties and backed out of the living room. Alana looked at the detective, who was still standing, waiting for him to speak. The silence in the room was broken with the sound of the back door closing as the other two PCs left her house.

Nerves crept through her body, and her skin crawled as the detective slowly removed his dark-grey suit jacket, his eyes focused on her. He stepped closer to where she sat and started to unbutton his shirt at the neck. Alana swallowed hard, unsure of what do to. One part of her mind told her that he was just getting comfortable, while the other part told her to run.

She drew a deep breath as he moved down to the second button. “What are you doing?” Her voice as assertive as she could manage, she tried to hide the panic. It was the way he smiled at her then that had her heartbeat thumping in her ears. It was a slow, easy smile, with eyes that twinkled with mischief as he continued to watch her. He now moved on to the third button and took another step closer to her.

Alana was about to stand up and make a dash for the door as his hand slipped inside his own shirt. Curiosity got the better of her and she sat still, waiting. He pulled out a black threaded necklace with a silver pendant the size of a fifty pence piece.

Instantly she recognized the pendant, and adrenaline pumped through her body and made her feel light headed. She stood up and reached out to touch the circular coin with the figure of a wolf’s head embossed on it. It had the word “Altor” inscribed, meaning “protector” in Latin. An old family name her father had given to his protector, as his father had done before that. She smoothed her thumb over the coin’s surface, and looked deep into the detective’s eyes, not trusting what her gut was telling her.

“Alana, your father sent me.”

 

 

Behind The Makeup:
 
 
 
Blurb:

Elizabeth Rhey is a world class singer who has come home to North West London to complete the final dates of her last tour. Then her way word brother gets in trouble with the police again, and she is about ready to wash her hands of him. Only he’s dead. She finds herself caught up in a police investigation, where her past secrets catch up with her. 

Gareth Buchanan is Beth’s bodyguard. It wasn’t his chosen career, just one he landed on after taking a break from the police force. When Beth’s brother is killed and the investigation around his death unravels, he finds himself getting very close to Beth. With a desperate need to protect her, Gareth is forced to confront is own ghost.

Both their lives are turned upside down as they find out who is behind her brother’s death. Can they face their past to find peace for their future?

 

Excerpt:

“I’ll call it in,” Smith said, reading his partner’s mind. “Control, this is Quebec Delta four nine two, we are in pursuit of what we believe to be the intruders of Belleview Road. The roads are dry and light with traffic. Do we have permission to proceed?”

“Quebec Delta four nine two, you have permission to proceed.”

Newman flicked on the siren and started to give chase to the getaway car.

“We are in pursuit of a red Vauxhall Corsa, registration Lima Echo 04 Foxtrot, Hotel Lima. Current speed forty-seven miles per hour in a forty speed zone.” Smith continued to give the control room details of which roads they were traveling down and the speeds both cars were driving at. It was important to give as much detail to the driving conditions of both vehicles, for both safety and accountability, should anything go wrong. Sadly, in his experience, it usually ended up with the failing to stop car causing an accident.

“He’s heading out onto the North Circular.” Newman stated, as he predicted where the car was going to head next. Duncan swallowed down the fear of his experience. The North Circular was a busy road. Though this time of night traffic would be light, it was still used as it is the main circular road to get from one side of London to the next. Some of the corners are tight, and travelling at excessive speeds… Smith tried not to think about it as they carried on driving at a safe distance down the Harrow Road toward Wembley. True to Newman’s prediction, the Corsa jumped through the red lights, and turned left down onto the North Circular toward the A40.

Visibility was much better due to the street lights that lit up the road ahead. Their driving speed was now in excess of eighty miles an hour at times, with hard breaking around some of the tight turns the road offered. The car in front swerved across two lanes and slammed on the breaks to avoid hitting another car. Smith pushed his feet down on the foot-well of the car and leaned back in his chair as if he was willing the car to stop. Fortunately it was a near miss. “This is going to end in tears,” Smith said out loud to Newman.

Newman backed off from the red car to put more stopping distance between them, hoping it would encourage them to reduce their speed, as the pressure to get away would be reduced. He drove behind the Corsa in the left hand lane, anticipating them to exit, but the red car suddenly sped up and drifted across the lanes to the right side.

“The A40 is up next.” Newman stated his prediction once again so that PC Smith could relate back to control. They could see the traffic lights ahead that indicated the crossroads of the North Circular and the A40. They were red. Both officers looked at each other as Newman instinctively slowed his car. The red Corsa carried on at high speed with no intention of stopping for the red lights. There were a few cars drifting past, but not few enough. The sounds of horns and tires screeching were enough to chill any warm-blooded animal. Both Smith and Newman had no option but to watch and report back to control, as the red car floored it through the red lights. Cars traveling from the left swerved to avoid the Corsa. Amazingly, the red car made it through the junction without getting hit. None of the other cars had collided with each other. But it wasn’t over. Newman increased his speed to follow the red car once more as he meandered his way through the now stationary cars on the junction.

“He’s lost it,” Newman said as they watched the red car veer left and right as the driver fought to control the car. The driver pulled the car off to the left much too quickly, causing the Corsa to skid sideways across three lanes of traffic, up onto the bank and wrap itself around a tree.

“Control, we have an RTC on North Circular Road Southbound just after A40 junction,” Smith said as he spoke into his radio. He hopped out of the car just before Newman had brought it to a complete stop.

Newman pulled the hand break up with such force, you could hear the gear mechanism grind together and then jumped out of the car to follow Smith.

Smith reached the back of the red car and could hear soft moans from the back passenger side. As he opened the door, a young man was slouched across the back seat, his head was oozing a crimson river and he wasn’t conscious. Smith felt for a pulse, it was faint. Newman was busy assessing the front passenger so he made his way to the driver.

The front of the red Corsa was crumpled, steam from what he presumed to be the radiator rose into the night sky. Smoke from the air bags joined the steam as they danced their vapour in the street light rays.  The driver hung half out of the windscreen, his head at an awkward angle. Smith reached for a pulse, already knowing there wouldn’t be one.

“Control, this is Quebec Delta four nine two. We have one unconscious male with a head injury,” He looked over to Newman for the condition of the front passenger. Newman just shook his head. “And two fatalities.”

 

 

There you are, the choice is yours. I wish you the best of luck.
Until next time, take care.
 

Jessica xXx