Authors: Jevenna Willow
Excerpt
from Book 2 ©
Roundabout Road
by Jevenna Willow
Saving
the Sinners of Preacher’s Bend
To
those who no longer lived in Preacher's Bend, Sundays sucked around here, especially
if you were now considered an outsider; as well, a backstabbing, life-altering
treacherous snake to every one of its Christian-minded elders.
Well,
that would be her, precisely.
She
hadn’t done any real harm to those still in Preacher's Bend—past or present.
Liddy never took anything they weren’t willing to give away. What she’d done
was leave without saying Good-bye. And that, without question—the part of her
leaving without saying Good-bye—was the deadliest of all sins to commit in a
town so small-minded that it couldn’t see its ass even if bent over.
No
one was to leave Preacher's Bend without any one of its residents
acknowledgeable of where it was that person was to end up. Disappearance
severed gossip lines, and those around here lived for the connection.
Christ
!
Even she hadn’t known where it was she would end up. Liddy just knew she had to
go; if not for herself, then for the well-being and personal safety of one incredibly
gorgeous Jake Giotti. You know? The guy dressed in form fitting leather jacket,
big snake tattoo, and his sweet ass seated comfortably on a custom-built,
low-riding Harley.
God!
She hated him!
Liddy
hated Jake so much her teeth were starting to ache.
She’d been hurt so deeply by the man, and so angry with him ever since, and
filled with such a violent temper toward him . . . well, even she could have
shot him right between the eyes that fateful night—without flinching, chipping
a nail, or breaking into a sweat.
But
the past was the past, as it should be. She’d let it go.
While
thinking this through, while she sorted her thoughts together as best she
could, she turned her head to glance out the large window of Rachel’s Café . .
. and that was precisely when a world she thought she knew so well came to an
abrupt end.
She
hadn’t touched the plate of food in front of her, simply because she wasn’t as
hungry as she’d been when first coming through the doors. But when one’s world
ends so abruptly, food should not matter a hill of beans to the scheme of
things. She could not pull her gaze from that window even if her life depended
on it. Time had seemed to speed up momentarily—fast forward. It slammed
directly into her heart and considerably staggered her.
Coming
up . . . No. Christ, it was more like waltzing up, with a most definite and
very familiar swagger . . .
Was
it? Good God! Could it be?
Jake
Giotti? The same Jake Giotti who was technically her husband? The same Jake,
but a slightly new and improved version of the man? He was dressed in a very
expensive silk suit and minus one perfectly God-forgiving, forty-five-thousand
dollars, custom built Harley Davidson motorcycle generally stuck between his
legs. As well, minus at least twelve inches of gorgeous brown hair that he’d
always tied in a ponytail with thick leather strap. Unless a certain someone
untied it for him. But no one was mentioning any names now, were they? And,
they were most definitely not stating that very same someone had been in the throes
of blessedly hot and sweaty sex with the man, either!
Thee
Jake Giotti?
Jesus!
He was walking right toward the window, coming straight for Rachel’s Cafe with
a sly grin on his face.
In
the blink of an eye, her life flashed before her eyes. It came into view in
full Technicolor, and all she could do was staring at the change ten years in
him had done.
From
head to toe, he was no longer the Jake she remembered. Good God! He’d physically
grown into something far better, something far more dangerous, and something
far more devastating to the naked eye. To peace of mind and state of
well-being, he was . . . well, he was wearing a suit for Pete’s sake!
A teaser except from Book 3
© Seduction of Saber by Jevenna
Willow
Saving the Sinners of Preacher’s Bend
Women
don’t normally grab Saber Patterson by the upper arm to stop him from leaving.
Normally
there was never a reason for him to leave.
Normally,
they grabbed him in a whole lot of other places. Then each would apologize
quite convincingly afterwards, followed by the sly handing over of a phone
number and a twirl of the hair in case he hadn’t noticed the desire in their
eyes.
If
he was lucky, the bat of the eyelashes came last as though it would help their
cause.
Yet
there was always a first for everything these days; a first to be shocked at
the action of a very attractive woman; a first to even consider that it
mattered; a first in a very long time for Saber to even care.
And
the woman was definitely attractive: long red hair, startling blue eyes, and a
cute little mole on her left cheek.
He
had to ignore the sudden pull of heat that pulsed through her fingertips, as
best he could, while clearing his throat. Such an intense heat was heading
straight to his insides—right where it could do a man some pretty hefty damage.
She
let go of his arm and smiled. “Sorry about that. It’s just that I don’t want
you to leave.” She gave his arm a tender, sisterly sort of pat; likely in case
she’d miscalculated her strength.
Saber
cleared his throat, willing his body to settle down.
He
wasn’t so certain staying here was such a good idea any more.
****
Julia
did not want him to leave.
Besides, there was plenty of room inside the
boarding house for another to stay. So what if she would need to rearrange a
few things? Vacate her room, for a start. She needed the money. One more
boarder wouldn’t hurt anyone. Anyone that is, except her rather angelic
conscience and her father’s worrisome attitude toward her well-being.
It’s
just that rearranging rooms wasn't on her to-do list for the day, when having
other issues to deal with.
“Can’t
go anywhere without a ride,” he said.
She
pulled her gaze from his without hesitation. “Oh. Yeah. That.”
The
only real reason for wanting him to stay exactly where he was, now that he was
here, was that she did not want the likes of one very sinister Rachel Rosebud
to sink her claws into the man.
Theodora’s
granddaughter had tried to sink her claws into Jake Giotti and a few others
lucky enough to get away. On this particular occasion, Rachel Rosebud could
find her own hunky hunk. This one was hers!
Besides,
she needed as much money as she could get her hands onto, just to pay off a few
unfortunate bills. His money was as good as anyone else’s, and she did not want
to lose him on the account of being too jittery . . . and too awestruck!
He might be gorgeous, but surely she
could get past that. And Niagara Falls was just a tiny trickle over a few
rocks. She wasn’t kidding anyone.
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