Shards of Love (Jesse and Jessica 3) is Now Available

Wow–I’ve heard from a number of people about how much they LOVE this trilogy. It’s heartfelt, poignant, and unexpected.

The final book in the Jesse and Jessica trilogy is here! It’s a poignant story of love, loss, family, and forgiveness–and I hope you love it as much as I do!

When I set out to write this story, I had no idea it would be a trilogy. As I got to the end of Drawing On Love, I had to face the fact that their story could not be contained in one book. Once I got to the end of Broken Love, I knew that two books wasn’t enough. So I pushed on, and in ten days of marathon writing, I finished Shards of Love. My daughter named it during a family brainstorm session, and it perfectly captured the mess Jesse and Jessica had made of their relationship and the hardships they were set to endure.

Nobody is perfect, and I set out to capture that with this story. Jesse and Jessica are both deeply flawed. She’s spent her life trying to survive, and he’s about to endure things that are all too common in war zones around the world. This story of heartbreak, family, friendship, and love will leave you pleasantly battered.

For this one, you’re going to need a box of tissues.

And, if you can, please leave a review. I hate asking, but reviews drive algorithms, which make my books visible to readers. Thanks so much!

Blurb:

“I’d wanted the fairy tale, and somewhere along the line I’d forgotten that everyone in a fairy tale paid a price.”

All Jessica ever wanted was a family.

When the unthinkable happens, Jessica finds herself adrift in a sea of grief. It’s going to take everything she has to pull her life together and fight for the life she wants.

Warning: Bondage, D/s, rape (not romanticized)

Amazon buy link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FZ8H14S

All other retailers: https://www.books2read.com/u/brGyZk

Excerpt:

“Brat, that’s enough. Jesse didn’t do this job for the money. None of us do. We do this because we know we make a positive difference in this world.”

“Bullshit,” she sneered. “You aren’t fooling anyone.” She slammed the heels of her palms into my chest.

This was different from when she’d slapped me before. She’d been stunned by her reaction as much as I had, and I saw immediately that she hadn’t meant to hit me as much as she’d wanted to smack away the information.

But now she was attacking me. She was in pain and lashing out.

With a neat twist of my arms, I captured her wrists and pinned them behind her back. “Brat, I know you’re upset, so let’s take a minute to calm down.”

She struggled against my hold. “I don’t want to calm down. I’ve been calm for months, and it hasn’t helped. I’m tired of being rational and good. I’m tired of feeling all this pain, and no matter what I do, it doesn’t go away. I’m tired of pretending for all of you that I’m fine when I feel like I died months ago.”

My heart broke at the raw pain written on her features and trembling in her voice. Without further thought, I lifted her onto my lap and held her against me.

Her whole body softened, and she melted into me. I cradled her head, and she rested her cheek against my chest. Her hand grasped at my shirt.

Though the wrong circumstances had landed her in my arms, protectiveness and pure joy surged through me. After all this time, we finally had more than a surface-level connection.

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