Forbidden desire is just the beginning...
Jessica, a college student struggling with day-to-day bills,
is given an offer she can’t refuse. A married woman who is convinced that her
husband Kage is cheating on her offers Jessica enough money to repair her dying
car in exchange for Jessica’s attempt to destroy the woman’s marriage.
Jessica succeeds but discovers something else—she and Kage
are soulmates, destined to find each other.
But as they attempt to carve out their places in each other’s
lives, Jessica finds herself plagued with doubts, and she begins to suspect
that Kage is once a cheater, always a cheater. Can their relationship survive
or was it doomed from the start?
Excerpt for Be Careful What You
Wish For (Wishes, #1)
Jade C. Jamison
It was chilly in the basement. It was unfinished—concrete floors and walls,
and a couple of shelves along one wall.
It appeared to be the same size as the ground floor, but there were no
walls. It was wide open. Mark wheeled out a few space heaters that had
been hugging the wall, plugged them in, and turned them on. I stood next to one before deciding to go
back upstairs to grab my coat. As I passed
Diesel, he gave me a hateful look and that made me want to leave for good. So I grabbed my coat upstairs, but instead of
heading back to the basement where the guys were tuning their instruments, I
went into the bathroom and leaned against the counter, trying to decide if I
wanted to find a place to sit tight or if I wanted to be brave and sit
downstairs with a look of defiance on my face.
Not sitting in the basement would be giving up. It would, on some level, be cowardly, and I
knew that until his friends accepted me, I’d have to get used to their
coldness. While it upset me on a
personal level, I could understand where they were coming from when I really
thought about it. Either they thought I
broke up Kage’s marriage and I was here flaunting it (before the wedding corpse
was even cold, so to speak) or they simply didn’t like a woman barging in on
their guy time, especially practice time.
If that was the case, I didn’t want to sit in there. I knew they were creating and working, and I
didn’t want to interfere with it or make them feel awkward. If those had been the only vibes I thought I
was getting, I could live with it and I’d even offer to stay out. Unfortunately, I was positive that wasn’t all
I was feeling.
So I looked at my face in the mirror as though reasoning
with myself, weighing the pros and cons that would influence my decision. I felt like Scarlett in Gone with the Wind, getting dressed before Melanie’s birthday
party, only I didn’t have a Rhett demanding that I had to go. I was my own Rhett too, chiding myself for
not moving, not going in there and dealing with whatever cold shoulders they
wanted to give me. It was then, as I was
focusing on my breathing and working up my courage, that I heard a tap on the
door. I cleared my throat. “Yes?”
It was Kage.
“Everything okay in there?”
I hadn’t lied to this man yet, and I wasn’t about to
now. “No, not really.”
“Are you sick?”
“No.” I faced the
door and turned the knob, peeking my head out.
“What’s wrong?”
I opened the door farther, inviting him in. I lowered my voice. “I feel really awkward around those
guys. I know they resent me, and that’s
fine, but I can’t decide if I want to hang out in the basement. I don’t know if they’re hating me because
they think I’m the reason why you broke up with Fay or if they just don’t want
me to watch you practice.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close
after closing the door behind him. “Or
maybe they’re pissed because I got
the girl.”
I raised my eyebrows and smiled in spite of myself. “Oh, that’s not it.”
“Maybe it is.” I knew
he was full of shit, but I didn’t mind when his lips brushed mine or when he
drowned me in a kiss. It was easy to
forget what I’d been feeling just moments ago.
“They’re just going to have to get used to you.” He scanned my eyes until he could see my
understanding, and then he kissed me once more.
“Was it my imagination, or did you like my hand on your leg at the
dinner table?”
If I’d blushed easily, my cheeks would have turned pink
then, because I was surprised at how well he’d learned to read me in such a
short time. My voice sounded hoarse and
foreign to my ears when I responded.
“The naughty side of me wanted you to keep going.”
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Jade C. Jamison was born and raised in Colorado and has decided she likes it enough to stay forever. Jade's day job is teaching Creative Writing, but teaching doesn't stop her from doing a little writing herself.
Unfortunately, there's no one genre that quite fits her writing. Her work has been labeled romance, erotica, suspense, and women's fiction, and the latter is probably the safest and closest description. But you'll see that her writing doesn't quite fit any of those genres.
You'll have to discover Jade's writing for yourself to decide if you like it.
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