Blurb: Viking hordes have long plagued the northern coast of Scotland. After her village was massacred, Jain was adopted by the neighboring clan but is haunted by the ghosts of her past. She conceals a dark secret beneath her cool exterior, but inside burns a wild heart.
Alan Gordon has the calloused hands of a blacksmith, but unlike the metal he hammers and molds, he would never aim to bend Jain to his will. He spent half a lifetime captivated by the red-haired beauty and vows to protect her and love her for the woman she is, but his resolve is tested when the truth of her past is revealed.
After receiving a degree in theatre from BYU and working as a scenic artist for twelve years, she changed careers to do what she really loves—writing. Jennifer believes that part of her job as an artist and story teller is to create a narrative that explores a fresh perspective and leaves the audience thinking.
When she’s not busy writing or burying her nose in a book, Jennifer enjoys doing medieval reenactment with her husband and two children.
As he held out his hand to her, the girl looked back at him with green, calculating eyes. It took a moment for the recognition to sink in, but eventually she handed him the metal trinket she was hiding.
When he took it from her, the girl cried and buried her face into the crook of her arm. Eamon glanced down to the pinnacular brooch and admired the intricately woven pattern. It was a maze of knotwork woven around two dragon heads, with one on either side. Eamon had never seen anything like it; the craftsmanship was beyond anything Scottish made. As he examined it more closely, Eamon brushed his finger across the carefully worked ridges before staring up at her in awe. “Where did ye get this, child?”
The latest installment of the Lustful Possession series is now available at eXtasy! Bending Darkness is the second last story in this time-bending, erotic, paranormal saga that breaks all the romance rules! One of the most haunted places on earth, Cairnnon Castle is home to one of the most malevolent entities ever documented. Bás a thagann, loosely translated it means simply—death comes. When an enthusiastic American troop of paranormal investigators descends on the ancient stronghold, all hell breaks loose! Travel Through Time and Unravel the Mystery of Castle Cairnnon... This series was previously published. It has been re-edited, re-formatted, and re-released. Warning: This collection of short stories contains m/f and m/m couplings and cliffhangers. Installments must be read in order.
Some stories are told, others are not, the best ones are rewritten.
Stories are told of the sphinx—a monster with the head of a woman, the body of a lioness, the wings of an eagle, and a tail tipped with the head of a serpent. This beast was told to have been made to guard the entrance to the Greek city of Thebes. For each traveler to cross her path, a riddle was presented. If they could answer it correctly, access would be granted. What was her riddle?
“What is the creature that walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three in the evening?” The price to pay for answering the riddle incorrectly, which of course they all did, was not a simple denial of entry to Thebes. Instead of turning them away, the sphinx, monster that was, strangled them with her tail and devoured them whole.
The story goes that when it finally came to pass that someone could answer her riddle and the consecutive ones to follow, she committed suicide. What else was a girl to do? Some say she threw herself down from the high rocks and fell to her death, while others say that she devoured herself, subjecting herself to the same punishment she dished out to all those who had failed before, a talented feat.
However, the question remains ... what really happened to her?
Award winning and USA Today Bestselling author, Jessica Cage was born and raised in Chicago, IL. Writing has always been a passion for her. She dabbles in artistic creations of all sorts but at the end of the day, it's the pen that her hand itches to hold. Jessica had never considered following her dream to be a writer because she was told far too often "There is no money in writing." So she chose the path most often traveled. During pregnancy, she asked herself an important question. How would she be able to inspire her unborn son to follow his dreams and reach for the stars, if she never had the guts to do it herself? Jessica decided to take a risk and unleash the plethora of characters and their crazy adventurous worlds that had previously existed only in her mind, into the realm of readers. She did this with hopes to inspire not only her son but herself. Inviting the world to tag along on her journey to become the writer she has always wanted to be. She hopes to continue writing and bringing her signature Caged Fantasies to readers everywhere.
A back door sitting to the right off a dark alley gave them access to the training center. Once a thriving boxing facility, it now was used mostly for moms in yoga pants attempting their best at CrossFit. The gym was owned by the man who ran the orphanage Carter frequented. The allotment of free time, after hours, was his way of thanking Carter for his work at the orphanage.
“You want to box?” Asa asked as she watched Carter head for the relic of the past that sat in the back corner. The ring obviously wasn’t used often.
“I want to fight. Trust me, our enemies will not be in boxers’ stances.”
“That’s true enough, but then again, they won’t exactly be trying to have hand-to-hand sparring matches either. These are powerful beings. What makes you think they would limit themselves in such a way?”
“I have no doubt that they will use every advantage available to them. That doesn’t negate the fact that we will need to protect ourselves in every possible way that we can.” He jumped in the ring. “Our hands, our bodies, are one of those ways.”
“Great, so show me your master plan to fend off a god when he comes at you.” She stood outside watching him warm up. Shadow boxing imaginary demons. His form was exact, his body strong, but then again, she already knew that.
“How about you try me and see?” He stopped and held the ropes open, inviting her to join him.
“Try you? You think you can take me?” Carter was strong, but he had no idea what he was really up against. She climbed in the ring, refusing his assistance, and stood to face him. “Where was all that back in Oikos?” she teased him.
“I was caught off guard. But please, tell me something.” He leaned in close, taunting her. “Do I look worried?”
“Let’s see what you got!” She pushed him and jumped back, landing in a crouched position.
Asa held back on her first attack. She pulled her punches and moved just fast enough to test his reflexes. The man was good, matching her move for move. She punched, he blocked. She kicked, he dodged. When she retreated from him, he kept on her. To give her space would be to give her momentum for a stronger attack.
“Good, you’re a quick study,” she complimented him, but before he could thank her, she quickened her speed, dropped to one knee and swept her leg out, and knocked his feet from under him. His back slammed against the floor of the ring. Quickly she was on top of him, but he’d recovered, blocked her, and knocked her away. Their fight grew with intensity as both tested the other and then challenged with more power, more force.
The energy changed when Asa ran for Carter who surprised her. On his wrist, what looked like a normal accessory, a poor choice for fashion, was a band. He tapped the side and it lit up and emitted a white light that wrapped around her legs lasso style and tripped her.
“What the hell was that? You have magic?” Asa pulled herself up. The fight was long from over, but the rules had definitely changed.
“All of the hunters have these little accessories, talisman that transfer power to us. They were given to us to protect us. We want to keep the gods out, but we are no fools. Not every run is going to be a smooth one. Sometimes we have to fight to survive. And as you said, gods, even the weak ones, have no consideration for what is a fair game.”
“You’re right. They don’t. And neither do I!” She attacked again, this time she dodged the whip and landed a blow to his jaw. He bounced back, barely fazed, and came at her. This time it was her to issue the surprise as she used the magic of a forest nymph she’d taken out and forced a blow of air into his chest. He fell into the corner of the ring gasping for air.
“I knew there was more to you than you let on,” he grunted as the pressure against his chest ceased.
“A girl has to have her secrets.”
The sparring continued, each switching between physical fighting and magical. The gym rang out with echoes of their fight. Unfortunately, Asa got swept away with energy from the fight. It had been a long time since she’d fought a suitable opponent and Carter continued to prove himself as just that. She ducked back to dodge another blow from the whip and released a blow of her own that knocked him to the ground.
“Ha!” She jumped around the ring, celebrating. “Come on, get up. I know you got more than that.” She danced around more, mimicking his earlier shadow boxing, but Carter didn’t respond.
“Carter?” she called, sweat pouring from her brow. When he still didn’t move, she ran to him and fell to her knees at his side. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just … I just …”
His breaths were there, barely, shallow and struggling. She lifted his head and listened. “Please, don’t die. You can’t.” There was no one around, no one to help and he was slipping. How could she have been so reckless? There was no choice. She couldn’t let Carter die. Knowing full well the risk that she would take in preventing his death, she laid him flat on the ground. On her knees, next to his body she began the chant, one learned a long time ago, one that would drain her, but she would survive, and she couldn’t let him die. Milíste sti zoí, ypochoríste apó to thánato. Epistrépste sto fos, antikroúste ti nýchta. She repeated the words again and again until she could feel the life returning to his body.
Carter opened his eyes. The center of his chest stung as his lungs filled with air, but the sensation was not long lasting. What the hell happened? he thought to himself. The familiar odor of sweat infused wood and the worn leather of boxing bags registered with him; the gym, they’d gone to the gym. He remembered what happened. The sparring, the excitement, the look in her eyes as she finally let herself go. He had gotten through to her, and she let her guard down. Yeah, it took trying to kill each other, but it had worked. The action of combat was exactly what she needed, complete abandonment of logic and fear. She’d almost killed him. He lifted his hand to his chest. Hell, he thought she’d succeeded, but the pain continued to subside with each breath.
Movement to lift his head from the ground caused a wave of dizziness, and he paused, waiting for it to pass for fear of fainting. He felt better, but apparently, he wasn’t at 100% quite yet. To steady himself he leaned on his elbow and turned his head just enough to get a view of Asa. She was laying just a few feet away from him. Did he manage to get a shot off?
“Okay, I didn’t mean for us to literally try to kill one another, or to come so close to succeeding.” He chuckled as he started to shift from the floor. “How bad did I get you? I don’t even remember getting a shot off.” Sitting upright, he rested his elbows on his knees. A wave of motion sickness passed slowly as he waited for her response, but it didn’t come. “Asa?”
Asa’s body remained motionless, unresponsive to the sound of her name echoing through the gym. He shook off the remaining effects of his vertigo and made it over to her. “Asa?” He lifted her head and examined her. She was okay, breathing steady, but for whatever reason, she was completely out of it. “What the hell happened? What did you do?”
A gripping psychological thriller with chilling twists, from a unique new voice
Jenny Morton Potts
Publisher: Cahoots Publishing
Publication Date: February 1, 2018
Ready or not. The truth will come
Keller Baye and Rebecca Brown live on different sides of the Atlantic. Until she falls in love with him, Rebecca knows nothing of Keller. But he’s known about her for a very long time, and now he wants to destroy her.
This is the story of two families. One living under the threat of execution in North Carolina. The other caught up in a dark mystery in the Scottish Highlands. The families’ paths are destined to cross. But why? And can anything save them when that happens?
(as the mystery surrounding Taransay and the death of their parents mounts, the children begin to take matters into their own hands)
the appalling start to Rebecca’s 10th birthday at the breakfast
table, her hopes rallied when she found a cake in the fridge. Colette must have
baked it. And though as Austen often declared, Colette must be the idlest of girls, she did make
exceedingly good cakes. On the occasions Colette made a cake, and Austen was at
home, he would call her ‘Kipling’ for the entire day. Colette seemed to like
this and since she and Austen did not get on at all otherwise, everyone
brightened when the smell of Colette’s baking rose from the kitchen. And now
there it was in the fridge, a glorious gateau, with the light shining upon it.
Gosh, it looked amazing. Rebecca felt a sudden surge of love for her big
never ate even a morsel of cake herself, since she was always aiming for the
kind of body weight where your bones clacked together. But she loved to make
them, to set them on a table and pace around them, to be praised copiously for
her genius and selfless commitment. This cake was chocolate, with creamy
filling and snowy icing and red writing, with a new number atop and Rebecca’s
name in extravagant swirls over the crown: Ten
Today Rebecca! At
4.00pm, as was customary for such events, the family were all seated in the
high-ceilinged dining room. Rebecca’s tummy turned over, like a pancake was
getting flipped in there. She didn’t settle her eyes on any of her party
companions but gazed around the walls at the hunting scenes and seascapes.
Where had they come from, these enormous oil paintings in their gilt frames?
Who had lived here before? Why did they put metal bars on all the downstairs
your gawping, birthday girl.’ Primmy said but with almost a smile. ‘Or if you
must gawp, gawp at that.’ She pointed to Colette’s wonderful cake in the centre
of the grand table. Colette
herself pushed back her chair and stood up. ‘I have something important I want
to discuss.’ ‘Oh
God, another one.’ Primmy squirmed with discomfort. Ralph’s
expression was open. Austen’s face was highly amused. And Rebecca’s inquisitive
nose almost twitched; indeed she was so curious to hear what her sister was
going to say next that she forgot to be annoyed at having her birthday thunder
took a deep breath. ‘Thing is, the actual thing is, this house is going to rack
and ruin.’ Austen
sniggered. Without even looking, Rebecca knew that her brother’s mouth would
have taken on that twisted sneer and she knew also that her sister’s
treacherous stammer would take full advantage of Austen’s mocking. Colette
cleared her throat. ‘I’d expect nothing less from you, Austen. But you don’t
really have to live here, d-d-do you. Oh yeah, you come by, in the holidays, or
for the odd occasion. Like t-t-today. When you know the grub’ll be d-d-decent.
But the rest of us, we four…’ Austen
burst out laughing. ‘Fuck me, it’s the grand orator.’ Primmy
picked up her napkin from her plate and threw it across the table like a
gauntlet. ‘How dare you use that kind of language in front of your Grandfather
and I. How dare you!’ Rebecca
ground her elbows into the dining table. The cloth moved as she huffed and puffed
with distress. She’d been hoping they could have used the whole length of the
table but as usual, they were huddled down at one end, near the fire. The
dining table was covered with enormous pads to protect the wood. What was the
point of its grandeur if you were never to see it? The French polisher had come
a few months ago but as soon as he’d finished treating the mahogany, it was
hastily covered again. Perhaps it was like a Greek myth and its glossy surface
couldn’t be looked upon, or you’d be blinded. Rebecca scratched at the eczema
in the crook of her arms. ‘Don’t!’
Primmy Brown fixed her stare on Rebecca. ‘What
did I do?’ Rebecca could feel the
flaking skin under her finger nails and put her hands in her lap. Colette
wasn’t finished with them yet. Normally, this level of tension would have got
the better of Colette Brown. She had a sort of lock gate emotional release.
When sadness or injustice rose too high, it all sluiced through. Her younger
sister generally found it safer to stand back a little when Colette reached
this flashpoint but today, she seemed to be holding it together. Colette laid
her palms on the table and looked desperate. ‘We’re not managing. Are we? Well,
are we?’ ‘Hey.
Are you wearing lipstick?’ ‘Oh
shut up, Rebecca. For a minute.’ ‘It’s
my birthday.’ ‘Well,
duh, this we know. Look, all I am t-t-trying to say is that we have to… we’re
going to have to b-b-buckle down. We can’t just accept things. Not as they are.
We’re… not pathetic, but like that.’ Colette looked at her brother. ‘We’re
apathetic, Kipling.’ ‘Yes,
thank you Austen. We’re apathetic. And I don’t want us to be. I want us to make
an effort. I want us to fix up this house. There, that, for a start, we never
call it Taransay. But that’s its
name. We treat the house with d-d-d, with dis-dis…’ ‘With
disdain, Kipling.’ ‘Yes.
Like we don’t care about it. I mean Austen calls it The Orphanage. Like it’s all a big joke. But I don’t think it’s
don’t either. It isn’t funny.’ Rebecca looked down at her empty plate. Primmy
closed her eyes and spoke in her medium at a séance voice. ‘Once upon a time
there were three little orphans who lived with their wicked grandparents in a
creaky old house by the sea. Taransay.’ Ralph
Brown didn’t like his wife’s sinister tone and steered them back towards
debate. ‘Insofar as a house really has a name. It’s just something plucked from
somewhere. An idea that—’ ‘You
see, Grandad, that’s exactly the kind of thing I’m talking about. You’re
d-d-d.. deh, deh, den…’ Colette looked at Austen once more. ‘You’re denigrating the idea. You’re putting her
down, Ralph. She’s had enough. And look at Rebecca, bless her. She’s about to
explode. I fear for the crockery.’
About Jenny Morton Potts
Jenny is a novelist, screenplay writer and playwright. After a series of 'proper jobs', she realised she was living someone else's life and escaped to Gascony to make gîtes. Knee deep in cement and pregnant, Jenny was happy. Then autism and a distracted spine surgeon wiped out the order. Returned to wonderful England, to write her socks off.
Jenny would like to see the Northern Lights but worries that’s the best bit and should be saved till last. Very happily, and gratefully, settled with family.
Book 5 in the haunting Lustful Possession Saga is now Available at Amazon and other Vendors
This series has been previously published. It has been re-edited, re-formatted, and re-released. Warning: This collection of erotic, paranormal short stories contains m/f and m/m couplings and cliffhangers. Installments must be read in order.
The Lustful Possession Series won't appeal to everyone. For readers who read strictly m/m or strictly m/f, you might want to stay clear. But for readers, like me, who will read anything, this series has a bit of everything. For the most part, it is dark paranormal erotic, but it incorporates several sub-genres throughout, from contemporary to historical time-travel, at times verging on horror. It contains both male/male and male/female relationships, but again be forewarned there is an m/m/m encounter, plus some f/f and m/f/f activity.
Here is a quick run-down of the stories in order along with sub-genres and pairings:
Travel through time & unravel the mystery of Cairnnon Castle
Meet the O'Cairnnon's — a fate most do not survive!
Part 1 - Meet Me in the Dark (m/f, paranormal, erotic, contemporary, ghosts, possession)
Part 2 - Dark Foursome (m/f, paranormal, erotic, contemporary, ghosts, possession)
Part 3 - The Fall of Cairnnon Castle (m/f, time-travel, historical, paranormal, dark erotic, verging on horror)
Part 4 - Rising From the Darkness (m/m, paranormal, erotic, contemporary)
Part 5 - Dark Seed - Releasing April 6 (paranormal, erotic, contemporary, m/f story with m/m interaction)
COMING SOON >>>
Part 6 - Bending Darkness - Releasing April 20th (m/f, paranormal, erotic, time-travel, historical, demons) Part 7 the stunning conclusion - Dark Defeat - expected release date May 18th (paranormal, dark erotic, time-travel, historical, demons, an m/f story with f/f and m/f/f interaction)
Enjoy an Excerpt from Book 4 - Rising from the Darkness She reaches out to me, her lovely cerulean eyes pleading, “Help me. Please... don’t leave me.” The subtle Irish lilt, even after all these years, has not dimmed. It is still music to my ears.
I extend my hand. I cannot reach her.
The chasm between us widens, spreads, expands the length of the island, across an ocean, this distance between us insurmountable as she remains forever unattainable. Lost but not forgotten. Never forgotten.
“Arnie! Arnie. Wake up. You’re dreaming about Neve again.”
Lana yanked his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Lan.”
She turned away from him and punched her pillow. “Must be coming up on the anniversary of Cairnnon Castle crumbling,” she mumbled. “The nightmares are starting already.”
Arnie sighed heavily and got out of bed. Sleep would evade him now. He’d leave his wife in peace. No need to keep her awake while he tossed and turned.
In the kitchen, he poured himself a stiff drink and toasted in silent salute to his beautiful wife. She must truly love him. Not many would tolerate the dreams that plagued him. Nor the fact that most of them centered around another woman.
For Anora’s sixteenth birthday, an unexpected gift comes into her possession. A delicate book whose gilded edges hold the secrets of the past from Enochian history that have shaped her world. Through its pages, Anora discovers why the Griffins fell from Paradise, when relationships between angelic ranks became acceptable, where Guides come into being, and how those expected to be infallible are not without weakness. She uncovers a sinister past that molded a Dark essence, a mistake that was destiny in the making, an angel’s rebellion that greatly cost a family, and the beginnings of an epic love that conquered all odds.
Fall of the Griffins – Theodora, Cassius, and Beckett’s Story
Embodiment of Love and War – Evelyn and Camael’s Story
Valerie Roeseler is a bestselling author, devoted mother, and workaholic with the determination of a queen bee. She began writing as a child, creating fantastical stories with villainous animals on her toy typewriter. In her teenage years, her writing became a poetic secret before she wrote music, transforming them into lyrics. Valerie’s early inspirations came from her obsession with mythology and British literature. Her debut novel, Midnight Divine, is the first in The Helio Trilogy. She is a native Texan and an enthusiast of art, music, adrenaline, coffee, wine, and hair dye. When left to her own devices, she tends to forget that sleep is a necessity.
The Angel of War, who I used to think of as a being you never wanted to meet, shakes his head and offers his hand, “Walk with me?”
My stomach flutters again as my hand slips into his. We walk in silence through the town. The sky roars louder, and I clench Camael’s hand tighter. I finally ask, “Why does the sky do that? Is that The Creator trying to communicate with them?”
Camael smiles wide, “It is thunder. Earth is a very different environment. The weather in Paradise is a constant. We do not know of anything but the warmth and Light of The Creator. Here, there is cold, hot, snow, wind, rain… Thunder is a sure precedence of rain.” He stops me, and we face each other before he takes my other hand. “It is a sensation to be experienced.”
A drop of water falls onto his cheek, and he closes his eyes. He tilts his head up as more water drips across his face from above. I start to feel it and mirror him. The water kisses my skin slow and gentle at first. Before long, it is as if we have been standing beneath a waterfall. I open my eyes and find Camael smiling at me slightly dazed. There’s a need for me to close the distance between us. Camael takes a step closer before I can, causing me to stutter, “Cam… I… I am feeling things I should not.”
He is so close, I have to look up as he whispers to me, “You are not alone.”
“We could not possibly be meant for each other.”
He agrees, “Our ranks are not aligned.”
“Maybe we should keep our distance from each other.”
He hesitates, his focus bouncing between my pleading gaze. “I cannot do that.”
For the first time in my existence, I experience something I never expected. The Angel of War’s lips touch mine. A surge of energy shoots through my body with no distinct origin. My wings burst from concealment, tearing the dress I was given. Camael pulls me closer. At this moment, I know I am meant to be with him, yet it is frowned upon because of our ranks. He is an Original Archangel. I am just an Archangel. My position in the hierarchy is nowhere near his ilk. I do not belong with him, but it feels so right.
That one kiss is all it takes. Camael and I are inseparable. For months, we search London for Leviathan, getting closer every day. Cam and I share secret glances, sneak out after dark, and I know we are doomed because… I love him.