Thank you so much Maya Taylor for having
me on your blog today, I am so excited to be here. Let me introduce myself. I’m
Jessica Stevens, wife, mother to our three J’s. Their names all begin with that
letter. It was accidental with the first
two, and then they said the little one would be left out if he wasn’t a J too,
as by that stage we had a dog and her name beginning with a J also. Post
deliveries are fun, particularly for the boys. Master J… oops.
I have been an at home mother, cook, cleaner,
chauffeur, nurse, counsellor, and referee for just over seven years. When my children were little, I started to
write a diary about our days. The funny things they would say. I remember once
my daughter had been off nursery with a hacking cough. On her return they asked
if she was feeling better. She said “Yes, I had flames coming out my mouth.”
The nursery nurse told me that was a really good one and I should write it down
so I don’t forget, and that is where it all began. I wrote little poems and made
up little stories to tell them. Then a few years later some friends of mine
mentioned about a M&B competition. Of course I didn’t get anywhere but I
found a new passion. I joined this online writer critique group and developed
from there.
Now I can proudly say I am the Author of
Alana, which is a shifter story with a bit of a twist. This went on sale on 12th
August and is currently number 2 on their mainstream best sellers list, and I
am also number 4 in their top 25 Authors list. *grinning so much my cheeks
ache*
This is the amazing cover:
I know, stunning right? Don’t you just
love the wolf in the moon!
I had better give you some inside
details.
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.
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.”
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Thank
for stopping by, I look forward to hearing from you. Until next time, take
care.
Jessica xXx
