Jessica Jefferson here! It’s release day for the first book in my new Second Chance series from Dragonblade Publishing, Second Chance Marquess. Crazy to think it’s been a little less than two years since my last book was released. To say a lot has happened between then and now would be an understatement.
After being a part-time associate working in the capacity as a consultant, I was offered a phenomenal opportunity to help build a new program for a great health system. Even though I loved writing full-time, I really do love my work helping to improve quality of care, so how could I say no? Coincidentally, my husband also had a new career opportunity. His new position came with relocation and in October of 2015, we found ourselves selling our house. We thought we had at least a couple months, but our house actually sold within a couple weeks. Two days after Christmas, we moved into an apartment while our house was being built. If any of you have built before, you know just how much work that can be. Our apartment wasn’t in an ideal location, so both of us had a pretty decent commute, including transporting our kids to their same preschool and elementary school. We finally made it to our new community in late July and started to acclimate ourselves to our new surroundings. The year was not only logistically difficult, but emotionally as well. We lost my mother-in-law and recently my own mother had a major health crisis which resulted in a month stay in critical care, followed by long term care placement. She’s home now (at my brother’s, but that’s close enough), but it’s difficult to describe just how all-consuming something like that is to a family.
With that said, writing was not on the top of my priority list. I had to put that aside as I tried to get a handle on all that change. My life is a bit calmer now and I’m happy to say I’ve found the time to pick up the proverbial pen again (it’s a laptop, but that’s not nearly as poetic) and look forward to finishing at least a couple more books this year. Writing is my happy place, so I am quite pleased to be back!
What do you do when life seems to get in the way of your goals? Comment below and one random commenter will receive a Kindle copy of my new release!
“Fine.” He looked away first, turning his attention back to the items he’d collected upon his desk. “If you want to join me, then you may.”
She squared her shoulders and stood a bit straighter having won their duel of wills. “Good.”
Without another word or a single glance, Chesterton left the room.
Not one to be left behind, Wilhelmina hurried after him, through the study and up the stairs.
“Where are we going?” she asked once they’d reached the top, breathless from the burst of activity.
He strode down the corridor, seemingly unaffected by the brisk climb. “To my bedroom.”
She immediately stopped. “Your bedroom? Why ever would we go in there?”
Chesterton turned back to her, one sardonic eyebrow arched high. “To change,” he answered. “You didn’t expect me to head out in this, did you?” He turned and continued toward the room, looking back at her before entering. “Are you coming?” he asked, voice smooth as warm chocolate.
This wasn’t the first time she’d been lured into George’s bedroom. He’d been an earl, the courtesy title bestowed upon him at birth, but more than that, he’d been a gentleman. Apparently, he’d lost that when he’d inherited the Marquisate. His bedroom was no longer an inviting sanctuary, and this invitation was not one of love as it had once been, but a lewd proposition, tenderness replaced by cruelty, as he watched expectantly for her reaction.
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” she stuttered, trying in vain to remain calm and collected as he started to untie the sash about his waist holding his robe closed. He let it fall to the ground and the robe opened, revealing his chest and torso in all its naked glory.
And it was indeed glorious.
She quickly averted her glance, whipping her head around and staring attentively at the painting on the wall.
“Is something the matter, Mrs. Turner?”
She was not about to play this game. She didn’t have the time, and he didn’t deserve the enjoyment it would undoubtedly bring him to see her suffer so. And most importantly, she couldn’t play because she knew good and well that she had no chance of winning.
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