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from Desolation Gulch
I felt safe and warm for the first time in almost seventeen years.
We slept little, instead spending the dark, night hours exploring each others’ bodies. I’d never known such exquisite pleasure, but in Fallon’s arms I felt as if this was only the beginning. He seemed to revel in my bliss, my pleasure only serving to heighten his through his strange mental link.
As his hands explored my body, I was delighted to discover they were every bit as soft as I’d imagined they would be against my skin. They were strong, too. Their very touch sent shivers of pure pleasure coursing through my body. Fallon moved slowly, as if he wanted to give me plenty of time to change my mind. But I doubted my body would have allowed me to resist at this point. He could have asked anything of me and I would have consented… as long as he promised to keep touching me like that.
The only time I came close to losing my nerve was when Fallon started to help me out of my clothes. His hands moved slowly, working at the buttons on my blouse, when I clasped mine over them, stilling his fingers, and whispered, “Wait.”
Fallon did just as I asked. He pulled away from me, staring deep into my eyes. “Don’t be afraid,” he murmured. “You’re in control. I’ll stop any time you want me to.” He seemed to know exactly what I needed to hear to assuage my fears.
I felt the muscles in my jaw clench as I drew a deep breath in through my nose. Fallon smiled when he realized I’d made my decision and watched, amused, as I moved his hands back to their former task. Soon, our clothes lay in a mingled pile beside the bed.
Fallon stopped for a moment to look at me in the moonlight. It was hard for me to feel comfortable, exposed as I was, but there was something in Fallon’s eyes that soothed me.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.
“You have to say that,” I teased half-heartedly.
Fallon grinned. “I guess so, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are.”
I giggled a little as he slid his body against mine again, lying down beside me, his lips trailing across my skin as he moved. Then I gasped as his powerful arms moved my body over his and I found myself straddling his torso. The muscles of his abdomen were taut beneath my trembling fingers.
Fallon smiled up at me, his hands on my hips. “You’re in control,” he repeated. There was a twinkle in his eyes as I grasped his meaning. His grip tightened almost imperceptibly at my hips as he lifted and guided me over him. I gasped loudly when he slid inside me, my eyes seeking his in the moonlit room.
We moved as one, my mind completely devoid of any thought except the pleasure we shared. I had never felt like this and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. I didn’t cry out of sadness, but when he saw the tears Fallon stopped. He pulled himself into a sitting position, with me still situated across his midsection, and hugged me tightly.
“This is what it’s supposed to be like,” he whispered, aware that my mind had traveled, unbidden, to memories of how I’d always been made to feel before: used and unclean. His head was cradled against my breasts and I moved my hands into his hair, the silken strands soft beneath my fingers. I turned his face up to meet my gaze and silently mouthed the words that were in my mind.
Thank you.
We slept little, instead spending the dark, night hours exploring each others’ bodies. I’d never known such exquisite pleasure, but in Fallon’s arms I felt as if this was only the beginning. He seemed to revel in my bliss, my pleasure only serving to heighten his through his strange mental link.
As his hands explored my body, I was delighted to discover they were every bit as soft as I’d imagined they would be against my skin. They were strong, too. Their very touch sent shivers of pure pleasure coursing through my body. Fallon moved slowly, as if he wanted to give me plenty of time to change my mind. But I doubted my body would have allowed me to resist at this point. He could have asked anything of me and I would have consented… as long as he promised to keep touching me like that.
The only time I came close to losing my nerve was when Fallon started to help me out of my clothes. His hands moved slowly, working at the buttons on my blouse, when I clasped mine over them, stilling his fingers, and whispered, “Wait.”
Fallon did just as I asked. He pulled away from me, staring deep into my eyes. “Don’t be afraid,” he murmured. “You’re in control. I’ll stop any time you want me to.” He seemed to know exactly what I needed to hear to assuage my fears.
I felt the muscles in my jaw clench as I drew a deep breath in through my nose. Fallon smiled when he realized I’d made my decision and watched, amused, as I moved his hands back to their former task. Soon, our clothes lay in a mingled pile beside the bed.
Fallon stopped for a moment to look at me in the moonlight. It was hard for me to feel comfortable, exposed as I was, but there was something in Fallon’s eyes that soothed me.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.
“You have to say that,” I teased half-heartedly.
Fallon grinned. “I guess so, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are.”
I giggled a little as he slid his body against mine again, lying down beside me, his lips trailing across my skin as he moved. Then I gasped as his powerful arms moved my body over his and I found myself straddling his torso. The muscles of his abdomen were taut beneath my trembling fingers.
Fallon smiled up at me, his hands on my hips. “You’re in control,” he repeated. There was a twinkle in his eyes as I grasped his meaning. His grip tightened almost imperceptibly at my hips as he lifted and guided me over him. I gasped loudly when he slid inside me, my eyes seeking his in the moonlit room.
We moved as one, my mind completely devoid of any thought except the pleasure we shared. I had never felt like this and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. I didn’t cry out of sadness, but when he saw the tears Fallon stopped. He pulled himself into a sitting position, with me still situated across his midsection, and hugged me tightly.
“This is what it’s supposed to be like,” he whispered, aware that my mind had traveled, unbidden, to memories of how I’d always been made to feel before: used and unclean. His head was cradled against my breasts and I moved my hands into his hair, the silken strands soft beneath my fingers. I turned his face up to meet my gaze and silently mouthed the words that were in my mind.
Thank you.
What is something unique/quirky about you?
I don’t know if this is necessarily quirky, but I’m named after my dad. He really wanted a boy. When I came along, he already had 4 daughters and was convinced I was going to be his boy. I think he was planning to name me James Jesinghaus Jr… then I came out and his hopes were dashed. Since there’s really no way to turn Jim or James into a girl’s name, he went with Jessica. Before he married my mom he worked for the Lynwood CA police and there were already quite a few variants of Jim working there and folks took to calling him Jess. I became his namesake and his (tom)boy. When I published, I did so under my maiden name to honor my dad.
What are some of your pet peeves?
How long have you got? I’m what some folks would call a control freak. A “type A personality.” I do not deviate from the rules… for the most part. My writing style would probably be the only exception. Hey, a girl’s gotta cut loose somewhere! Truly, the top of my pet peeves list includes drinking & driving (hats off to all the DDs out there, I raise my glass of Sprite in your honor), disrespect toward elders, veterans and public servants, and those people who cannot keep their car confined to a single parking space.
What are your top 10 favorite books/authors?
I’m a sucker for a few classics. Bram Stoker’s Dracula is a staple reading experience, something I return to at least once every 2-3 years. Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein is another. But then things get crazy diverse. I love Terry Goodkind’s Sword of Truth series. I actually enjoyed the Twilight series, but personally found Stephenie Meyer’s The Host to be a much more thought-provoking and entertaining endeavor. I love anything with a hint of paranormal, romance, horror, or mystery. Oh, and anything I can read out loud with my husband and 2 kids (boy-13, girl-10). We just finished reading the Miss Peregrine School for Peculiar Children series and are now digging into the Mortal Instruments. More than ten, huh? And I haven’t mentioned any of the AMAZING indie-author finds I’ve encountered in the past year and a half. Wowza! I’ve read some great stuff. You can always hop over to my blog and check out some of my reviews. You’re sure to find something engaging.
What can we expect from you in the future?
I just finished drafting the first instalment of a planned YA Fantasy trilogy. The working title of the first book is “Shirryn Elda: Awakening” and it’s a total departure from the paranormal / romance / mystery / suspense genres I’m used to writing in. But I wanted to write something I could share with my kids now. Last week I finished reading the draft to them and got that great warm & fuzzy feeling when my daughter said “Too bad Shirryn Elda’s not in the AR program mom, I’d make all my friends read it.” I plan to start writing book two and would like to have it close to finished before I publish the first installment. Meanwhile, I’ve got a couple other WIPs going. One is a sequel to Mirror, Mirror (which could be read as a standalone) and another is a fallen angel / redemption love story which takes place in the Mirror, Mirror universe and in which several of Mirror’s characters make cameo appearances.
Do you have any “side stories” about the characters?
There’s a little story in my head tying Mirror, Mirror and Desolation Gulch together and, eventually, I may write it out for y’all. I make no secret that Desolation Gulch involves psychics. One of the minor characters from Gulch, Audrey, mentions that she sometimes consults with police agencies on ‘special’ cases. Well, Detective Dan Johnston (from Mirror, Mirror) has an as-yet unscripted case involving the services of the psychic consultant Audrey. Dan is a skeptic, but after events in Mirror he’s sure to be a little more open to the concept of ‘alternate investigative techniques.’ I think it would be an absolute joy to write a mystery featuring these two!
I don’t know if this is necessarily quirky, but I’m named after my dad. He really wanted a boy. When I came along, he already had 4 daughters and was convinced I was going to be his boy. I think he was planning to name me James Jesinghaus Jr… then I came out and his hopes were dashed. Since there’s really no way to turn Jim or James into a girl’s name, he went with Jessica. Before he married my mom he worked for the Lynwood CA police and there were already quite a few variants of Jim working there and folks took to calling him Jess. I became his namesake and his (tom)boy. When I published, I did so under my maiden name to honor my dad.
What are some of your pet peeves?
How long have you got? I’m what some folks would call a control freak. A “type A personality.” I do not deviate from the rules… for the most part. My writing style would probably be the only exception. Hey, a girl’s gotta cut loose somewhere! Truly, the top of my pet peeves list includes drinking & driving (hats off to all the DDs out there, I raise my glass of Sprite in your honor), disrespect toward elders, veterans and public servants, and those people who cannot keep their car confined to a single parking space.
What are your top 10 favorite books/authors?
I’m a sucker for a few classics. Bram Stoker’s Dracula is a staple reading experience, something I return to at least once every 2-3 years. Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein is another. But then things get crazy diverse. I love Terry Goodkind’s Sword of Truth series. I actually enjoyed the Twilight series, but personally found Stephenie Meyer’s The Host to be a much more thought-provoking and entertaining endeavor. I love anything with a hint of paranormal, romance, horror, or mystery. Oh, and anything I can read out loud with my husband and 2 kids (boy-13, girl-10). We just finished reading the Miss Peregrine School for Peculiar Children series and are now digging into the Mortal Instruments. More than ten, huh? And I haven’t mentioned any of the AMAZING indie-author finds I’ve encountered in the past year and a half. Wowza! I’ve read some great stuff. You can always hop over to my blog and check out some of my reviews. You’re sure to find something engaging.
What can we expect from you in the future?
I just finished drafting the first instalment of a planned YA Fantasy trilogy. The working title of the first book is “Shirryn Elda: Awakening” and it’s a total departure from the paranormal / romance / mystery / suspense genres I’m used to writing in. But I wanted to write something I could share with my kids now. Last week I finished reading the draft to them and got that great warm & fuzzy feeling when my daughter said “Too bad Shirryn Elda’s not in the AR program mom, I’d make all my friends read it.” I plan to start writing book two and would like to have it close to finished before I publish the first installment. Meanwhile, I’ve got a couple other WIPs going. One is a sequel to Mirror, Mirror (which could be read as a standalone) and another is a fallen angel / redemption love story which takes place in the Mirror, Mirror universe and in which several of Mirror’s characters make cameo appearances.
Do you have any “side stories” about the characters?
There’s a little story in my head tying Mirror, Mirror and Desolation Gulch together and, eventually, I may write it out for y’all. I make no secret that Desolation Gulch involves psychics. One of the minor characters from Gulch, Audrey, mentions that she sometimes consults with police agencies on ‘special’ cases. Well, Detective Dan Johnston (from Mirror, Mirror) has an as-yet unscripted case involving the services of the psychic consultant Audrey. Dan is a skeptic, but after events in Mirror he’s sure to be a little more open to the concept of ‘alternate investigative techniques.’ I think it would be an absolute joy to write a mystery featuring these two!
Following the birth of her second child, she committed herself to writing her first novel. Unfortunately for her, story ideas rarely present themselves one at a time and she often has two (if not three) manuscripts in progress at once. When she's not writing her own material, she enjoys reading a wide variety of books, many of them aloud to her husband and two children.
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I definitely like the sound of Mirror, Mirror...digging into an old crime from your past, and finding it digging into you...
ReplyDeleteI think the books are great especially Mirror, Mirror. I would like to give thanks for all your really great writings. I wish the best in keeping up the good work in the future.
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