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About the author:
Jessica has a unique willingness to confront topics that are otherwise left undiscussed. Her thoughts and words stir conflict and conversation that require the reader to confront and ultimately resolve these topics within themselves.
What inspired you to write your book?
The concept of possession, both possessing or being possessed, has always thrilled me while also scaring the shit out of me. The idea of not being in control of your body yet being subject to the pain or pleasure forced upon it presents interesting paths for creativity and uncomfortable realities for the reader to ponder.
Here is a short sample from the book:
…he blinked and didn’t seem to believe what he had just seen. He pulled at his wrists and couldn’t get out. “Dana? I don’t know what just happened but I’m stuck here.”
Dana’s heart tripled its pace in malicious anticipation. Her eyes narrowed as she looked up at his face. She wondered if she dared put another spell on him. She decided for now that she wouldn’t. She liked the fact that he would watch her; fully conscious of whom they were to each other while she touched his body in forbidden places. She kissed his flat stomach and flung the door closed just with a gaze.
Dana raked her nails down his abdomen. “Dana, don’t play like that. I’m stuck up here somehow. Help me get down.” She was impressed by his parental ability to only see her as innocent or maybe just misunderstood. She giggled and he looked down and smiled. She stuck out her tongue and dragged it along the waistband of his shorts. “Dana! That’s not funny! Help me down and I won’t tell your mother.” Dana’s mother was a mean bitch and that gave her hesitation, for just a second.
Dana slid his shorts down another inch and repeated. He tried to yank on the handcuffs to no avail. He raised a leg and tried to twist away from her tongue. Dana laughed again and kicked the chair beneath him. He was hanging by the ceiling now. “Dana, my wrists!” He sounded like he was really in pain so Dana put the chair back. He twisted away from her again…