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About the author:
A precocious child from birth, who rolled over at three months, walked at seven months, talked at 11 months; graduated with honors from high school at 16 and always knew what she did and did not want, whether she got it or not. It is no wonder that JESSie, who is an avid reader and pacesetter, began her writing career while in a mid-life crisis. Although she earned an AA in Fashion Design and a BA in Business Administration concentrating in Computer Technology, she has always made her own way, not asking anyone else to endorse her choices, but ever ready to be an endorser and supporter of others.
What inspired you to write your book?
I did not consciously decide to pursue a writing career. My mother is a retired Professor who taught Writing/English. There were strict, unwritten rules regarding English in our home (i.e. reading, writing, homework) but especially speaking clearly and enunciating. Sooo…let’s fast-forward 25+ years to getting married and having my husband abruptly taken from me during an ATM robbery. I needed and finally accepted emotional therapy where I dealt with the anger, pain and grief surrounding this pain of being a 29-year old pregnant widow. The self-medication came in the form or words on paper. I found success in a few industries, one being a professional Project Manager. I later branched off on my own to assist small businesses in becoming successful entities; but I found out that people rarely know what they really want from a business. They appeared to just want to make widgets and be happy – oh, and let us not forget – for the business to be successful! The market was not promising, and as Small Business funding decreased, my motivation to chase clients dwindled. Additionally, my private life kept intercepting, due to my lack of trust for real happiness. I could not sustain a real relationship because of my fixation on my deceased husband. Therefore, I married again and divorced, failing in the marriage by putting my work first. Finally, 11 years after Charles’ death, I decided to be a cog in the wheel of the government where I put in my hours and jumped ship at the minimum tenure to pursue what always soothed my soul – writing. I stopped running from it and embraced it with fervor. So technically, my writing career pursued me. When I finally stopped running and gave in to its healing powers, I published my first book in June of 2013.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Sitting in my living room, I realize this man is cooking in my kitchen with his shoes off, me with my feet up and relaxing. A girl could get use to this. I wonder what his hands would feel like…hold up. Get a grip! “Hey.” “I caught you in deep thought”. “Guilty. So what did you cook up? Pretty. I have not used that dish in ages. The strawberries are gorgeous.” He sits down plucks a strawberry from the bowl and dips it in chocolate and feeds it to me. As the juices drip down my chin, he uses that as the excuse to move in and kisses me. First sucking the juices from my chin and sliding up to share my strawberry. “Ump, that was nice.” “I thought so too.” He drops one strawberry into each of glasses and sits back on the couch very close to me. He drags the cocktail table closer with his foot then picks the chocolate up and places on the couch table behind the couch. After about five strawberries a piece and 30 minutes of kissing and petting, I realize I have a need to be touched without the encumbrance of clothing. I need time to think, but if I think too long, I will send him home. I am about to ruin one of the best friendships in the world. I excuse myself. “Um, are you going to take the dog with you?” “Yeah, sure, I mean come on Reality”. My pup is very protective of me and Darren senses my dog may not appreciate him at this point.