SOME SAY HE’S A CULT LEADER. OTHERS SAY HE’S NOT HUMAN. One thing is certain ~ Jett Cestone is an enigma with a disconcerting connection to the young women in his employ. When the reclusive billionaire takes an interest in Haven’s painting, she wants to believe it’s an answer to prayer, but what if her father is right? What if he’s dangerous?
Haven is the most interesting woman to ever cross Jett’s path. But being as naïve and pure as she is, he can’t have her learning what goes on in his home, or his connection to sex trafficking. That would be bad enough, but she would never accept him if she knew of his abilities, and that his life is much more paranormal than normal. He has to keep her at a distance, even though she’s living in his home. Too bad he wants her more than he’s wanted anyone or anything in his life.
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Targeted Age Group:: 16+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I love the idea of angelic beings coming to earth and helping humanity. Kind of like "boosters," assisting in areas that might otherwise destroy people. But I also like the idea of their free will getting in the way sometimes, and they having to consciously make the decision to do the right thing. So I created a band of brothers who are powerful, loyal, and of course gorgeous, who often get on one another's nerves, but fight for good.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I gave each "brother" unique skillsets and approximately seven "superpowers". Then I matched them with love interests who would give them the most trouble, but complement them beautifully.
Gray clouds gathered, colliding with one another in their eagerness to settle over him. A little early for snow, but it promised to come before long. He welcomed it— the bracing air, the blanket of white purity that temporarily concealed, making everything equal. Hiding the ugliness. Hiding the truth.
What would it be like to be free of these dark, tumultuous thoughts? To be happy, even for a few hours? Against his will his mind drifted back to Haven.
The fact that she’d hit it off with Olivia troubled him. He wanted them to be cordial, just not friendly. His grandmother was extremely discerning and didn’t form friendships easily, yet she seemed to have done precisely that with Haven. He couldn’t say Olivia had ulterior motives, but he was suspicious, even given the women’s shared affinity for good art. She had long pestered him to find a woman and marry, but he hoped she would factor
Haven’s feelings into whatever she was up to.
Haven, on the other hand, was an open book. She couldn’t hide her emotions—or her desires, he remembered with an uncomfortable twitch in his stomach—if her life depended on it. What you saw was what you got. And he wanted all that she had.
The best thing he could do for Haven would be to send her on her way before she got hurt. But Jett lifted his face, closed his eyes and allowed himself to imagine, just for a moment, what it would be like to have her for his own.
Haven looked up from the path she and Olivia were navigating and stopped in her tracks. She didn’t need Olivia to tell her it was Jett who stood on the rise, his feet firmly planted, face to the sky, black hair dancing in the wind.
He was a couple of hundred yards away from where she stood, but she felt his strength, masquerading as the chill from a blustery day, causing her to pull the collar of her coat tighter.
She shook her head. What a strange impression. She felt the wind, nothing more.
The same wind that slapped Jett’s shirt to his body. She’d been right. He was tall, and powerfully built, confirming what her hands had already shown her. Olivia chattered at her side, but Haven picked up only every few words, transfixed by the figure of a man she might never see again.
“Haven? Will you or won’t you?”
Haven angled her body toward Olivia, but was reluctant to pull her eyes away. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I asked if you’ll let me have your show at the Brilliance when it opens,” Olivia repeated. When Haven made no answer, Olivia laid a hand on her back. “He
does cut a striking figure, doesn’t he?”
“I won’t say I told you so until you see him up close.” Olivia adjusted her scarf. “We should get inside.”
Haven’s gaze remained on Jett, willing him to stay put until she could get closer. As if in answer to her unspoken plea, he turned, looked right at her…and vanished.
She’d seen it with her own eyes. A man, whole and solid, there one second, gone the next. She hadn’t gotten quite close enough to see the finer details of his features, but enough to see that all of those features came together to construct a very attractive face. Then he’d cocked his head, just a subtle tilt, and was gone. For all she knew, he might still be standing on the hill.
“Why did he do that?” Why was she breathing hard?
Olivia wasn’t. “Why won’t he speak to me face to face?” “You’d have to ask him.”
Frustration was a metallic taste in her mouth. “I have.”
“And?” Olivia prompted.
He’d distracted her by kissing her brainless. “He said
I didn’t need to see him,” she answered, scanning the area in case he reappeared somewhere else.
Olivia pursed her lips. “That’s probably true. You have my number, so you can contact me directly. Once you finish my fresco, you won’t have to interact with Jett anymore at all.”
That thought was not a pleasant one. Haven shivered.
Returning to the house the way they’d left, through the double doors on the deck off the library, Haven waited until Olivia was inside before stealing one last glance for Jett.
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