Born and raised in Southern Oregon, Jessica has been writing since she was ten years old. She attended Willamette University with the intention of going to law school and becoming a criminal prosecutor. But, as is the way with life, plans changed. Since 2002 she has worked in the medical field and absolutely loves the challenges and positive impact she can have on the lives of others. She loves the outdoors and considers herself blessed to call Oregon her home.
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.
Excerpt from Desolation Gulch
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.