Saturday Fun: Desperate Whispers by Jessa Ely

Dane Corbett had left Eva Falls in pursuit of dreams. When he is drawn back to the very place from which he ran, he discovers the mayor’s daughter lying in a ditch. She is not the same vibrant woman he left behind, and he wants answers.

The demons of Rachel Ryan’s past cloud her present, yet her carefully built walls of isolation weaken as she is drawn to Dane. She fights the desperate whispers telling her to flee, wanting instead to surrender her fears.

Reaching beyond shame and sorrow, they discover a love that even a deadly vendetta cannot destroy.

Excerpt:

Rachel slammed her front door with a force that shook the windows. Trust wasn’t easy for her, yet here she swayed in Judas type waters. How could Greta keep this from her? It wasn’t some minor detail.

Ethan Corbett had destroyed her.

He took her innocence, her trust, and her sanity. As far as she knew, Dane was unaware of his brother’s vicious action. Her parents had taken great pains to bury the whole incident.

She took four steps toward her shower before her front door opened, slamming behind her. Rachel whirled around to find Dane in her house. Her face heated up, and anger coursed through her. “Get out, Dane!” Yelling was a mistake. She grimaced under the pressure of her headache as streaks of pain powered through her temples, churning her stomach.

He took two steps toward her, but she retreated.

“Stop, Rachel,” he said softly. “You’re in pain, so let me help you. Maybe you need a doctor. I’ll take you.”

“No.”

“Please talk to me.”

Rachel snorted, her hands coming up to hold her head as if that was going to ward off the pain or the evil darkness. “I want to be left alone. This isn’t a good time.” The pain was excruciating. She felt so sick that she thought she might pass out.

“What’s going on, Rachel? Am I that much of a shock to you?” Dane asked, his voice biting. “I know we didn’t keep in touch, but I never expected this kind of reaction from you.”

Remorse ate at her. “Look, can’t you just—” She nearly fell to the floor as fiery pain burst through her head, but Dane grabbed her.

“Rachel!”

She gasped as he pulled her close. Anxiety overwhelmed her. The inner claws extended over her nerves, shaking out her fear as though wet laundry in need of drying. She was in his arms, and she was inexplicably scared. She knew she shouldn’t be afraid of him, so she closed her eyes against his concerned face, and she shut down, counting backward from one hundred.

“Damn it. You’re shaking, Rachel.” He led her over to the sofa and gently pulled her down onto his lap.

She surrendered to his kindness but still couldn’t open her eyes.

“Tell me what’s wrong, baby.” His hand caressed her back.

She focused on the glide of his hand, and the hated claws began to recede, leaving her strangely cocooned in an invisible net of safety. The shaking gave way to warmth. She couldn’t feel the inner stabbing pain. Dane had calmed the beast, but Rachel was afraid to open her eyes and disrupt the balance.

She sighed. “Can’t you just accept that eleven years is a long time and that people change? I’m not the same person you once knew.” His body wrapped her in a pocket of heaven, and his scent enveloped her with a unique familiarity. She couldn’t believe she was on his lap, enjoying his touch.

“I can accept anything.”

She tried to get up, but his arms tightened around her. “Dane, let me go.”

“Not yet. You’re still trembling.”

Desperate Whispers by Jessa Ely

Jessa Ely is the pseudonym for Beth Mikell.

Review:

5 out of 5 ” This is a story of true love, tragic heartache, and the power to change the perception of others. When you love someone with all your heart, you will do anything to make things right, and Dane shows us the true meaning of conquering your demons, and showing others your true self. He’s an absolute heartbreaker, and there’s definitely some book boyfriend love going on. We should all be so lucky to have someone truly fight for us, no matter what anyone else thinks.” –Amazon Reviewer

 

Random Quote #7

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Leo strode in, dropping my black duffel bag on the chair. I took a step forward, but he held up a hand.

“Not so fast, Ms. Angel,” he said. “I have some questions.” He flipped open his black notebook, posing his pen.

He looked all cop mode and hot. My synapses fried and my mouth watered at the sight of him. His jeans were just the right fit, encasing his firm thighs. His badge was displayed on his belt, right next to his gun. His white T-shirt hinted at the muscular angles underneath, though his black leather jacket cut a biker image too. He seriously needed to consider posing for one of those calendars with men in uniform. He hit all the right sexy points.

“Were you aware that firing a weapon and injuring someone via a gunshot, without reporting it, is a felony offense in Livingston? Punishable by up to a year in jail.”

I frowned. Was he kidding me? “What?”

“Yes. I happen to know that you fired your gun at Hernandez—”

“That little pipsqueak ratted me out?” My attitude shifted from mad to indignant in a heartbeat. “Wait until I get my hands on him!”

“Is that a threat too?” Leo shook his head, tsking under his breath and jotting down some notes. “Bad move, if you ask me, threatening someone in the presence of a police officer. I’m prepared to take you into custody.” He looked up with a smirk riding his lips. “Do you know how harsh cops have it in lock up? I hear it’s torture, and the food tastes like shit.”

“Leo!” God, this could not be happening. “It was an accident. I’m sure Hernandez explained.” Or I hoped he had, and if not, he had the IQ of peanut because giving him credit for the intelligence of a rock would be too generous. “Just give me my clothes, and I’ll—”

Leo pocketed his black notebook and pen, grabbed my duffel, and offered it to me with something close to a Cheshire grin. I knew that look. He was up to something. Leo had a way of looking at me through his lashes and smiling right before he executed a plan. A devious plan. Something I was not necessarily going to enjoy. I just had to figure out what he wanted without giving away my interest.

My eyes narrowed. Yeah, I’d show him.

Crossing my arms, I made no move to grab my duffel, although the chill of the tile floor seeped through my bare feet and up my calves. I was slowly freezing with only a wisp of a gown covering my nakedness. I could envision what it was like to be a stripper right before they ripped off their tear-away clothes, but there was no sexy music and no way would I shake my tush on the hospital bed for a few bucks. Even I had to draw the line somewhere.

 

Random Quote #6

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#amwriting

I’m working on a contemporary novella titled, Under the Sun. Jennifer and Jake have a one night stand history and things haven’t been going well for them. Here’s a snippet of the rough draft.

“What do you want?” she snapped too forcefully. She’d hoped to sound bored, but her tone took on an irritated vibe.
He took a few steps closer.
She backed up.
The corners of his mouth turned up. “I’d like to apologize.”
Well, that is…unexpected.
She shook her head. She had to keep this simple or fall under his spell again. “For what?”
He loomed closer. “There are few people in this world that I respect, even fewer that deserve an apology from me. That might be arrogance, but when I’m wrong, I say so.”
She couldn’t think with him so close. “Let me guess. You’re sorry we met? Or you’re sorry you hooked up with me? Complicates things doesn’t it?” She flipped her hair, trying to appear nonchalant. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not the type to hold grudges. I can move on and pretend we never met.”
His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head. “That’s not it, Red. Don’t put words in my mouth. I can do that all by myself.”
Jennifer sighed. “Then what exactly?”
He blew out a hard breath. “You don’t make this easy, do you?” He didn’t give her time to reply before he extended his hand to her. “When we met, we didn’t exactly get around to proper introductions. I’d like to remedy that. Start over. Be real with me, Red. I know I’ve screwed up.”
She eyed his hand, wanting desperately to feel his warm skin against hers. The ache was so strong. The quaking gained with intensity as another tremor rolled across her shoulders. Then her eyes met his, seeing his sincere expression and the near-worried look he gave her. His honesty was evident.
She took his hand.
He felt wonderful. So warm. So hard. She wanted more.

Coming August 2017

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Book Release: On Paid Leave (Expanded Edition)

Shawn Angel is a resilient detective with a quirky sense of humor. She’s available to tug at your heartstrings or tickle your funny bone.

Suffering from PTSD with a snarky view of life, Detective Shawn Angel is forced to face her internal demons before she loses her job. When she heads out of town, she plans to conquer fears with a little rest and relaxation, but she’s a trouble magnet. She swears it’s not her fault. It’s almost as if someone is purposefully tormenting her.

Confronted by her past love, Shawn must surrender her pride and work with Leo Grayson. He yanks Shawn out of her safe bubble, complicating matters in his sexy way, yet finding a killer proves to be easier than rekindling their romance. As the intrigue climbs dangerous levels, Shawn tugs on her badass, fully prepared to handle things her way. She’s supposedly on vacation, but now, she’s out to catch a killer…

Available on Amazon

What other readers are saying:

  • Get ready for a funny, emotional, action-packed mystery with a sassy lead female with a hilarious inner monologue! Investigator Shawn Angel is suffering form PTSD after almost dying at the hands of a serial killer. Even after months, she’s not ready to go back on active duty – she’s not even capable of sleeping outside of the bathtub (handy gun named Joan by her side) for fear of leaving herself vulnerable to attack – so she takes a little trip to her sister’s house in her hometown to get away for a bit. Reuniting with her ex is a plus, but being stalked by the man who wants her dead is a definite minus.I absolutely adored this story. It was super fast-paced and fun to read. Like I said before, Shawn’s inner monologue is hilarious, and the random things she comes up with had be cracking up with laughter. But then it was also quite emotional, dealing with a trauma that psychologically scarred this poor woman who had always been so strong. It’s a good message that even the toughest of women are allowed to have moments of weakness. Or maybe that even women with weaknesses can still pick themselves up and be strong. One of those two. There doesn’t have to be an either/or with strength and weakness in a powerful woman – there; that’s it. Great message to send out with this story.
  • The plot is original, with twists, turns and surprises. Told in alternating voices, I got to know what each person was thinking and feeling. That made the story much more enjoyable. I really liked Shawn, she is down to earth and all around likable, flaws and all. She tries to relax and take a vacation, yet she still decides to help solve a crime (even if her life is in danger). I highly recommend On Paid Leave to those who love a great mystery.
  • This story was impossible to put down; it evoked real emotions as you walk through Shawn’s issues with her. Absolute 5-star must-read.
  • Detective Shawn Angel suffers from PTSD. She goes on vacation yo unwind and relax. She did not expect a missing person and murder. She decides to help her ex boyfriend in the investigation. Soon she finds herself in trouble and might end up being the next victim! An original plot with plenty of twists,turns, and surprises to keep you in suspense. The story is told in alternating voices. I highly recommend to anyone who loves a great mystery story.