Jenna and Garreth

Since the release of Winter Fire in January, I've had loads of emails asking whether I'll be writing Jenna and Garreth's story.

I've even noticed a few curious search engine terms on my blog:

'Jess Dee Winter Fire sequel'

'Jenna Garreth Jess Dee'

I apologize to everyone who doesn't already know the answer to this.

YES! I am writing their story. In fact, I'm about 3000 words short of completing the book.

I have tentatively titled it "Ties That Bind", but that may change.

If you're curious, here's a little excerpt. A short, not so sweet, and very unedited excerpt. (Please don't hold spelling and grammar mistakes against me. This is a very rough draft!)

TIES THAT BIND: An Unedited Excerpt

"You know I hate you, don't you?" she asked, very slowly and very clearly.

He dragged his gaze back to her face, looked into the eyes he longed to see brimming over with lust and desire for him again. The way she'd looked at him in the mountains, her eyes glazed with hunger… Christ, he'd dreamed about it every fucking night since.

Garreth shook his head, negating her words, seeing them for the lie they both knew they were. "You don't hate me, Jenn. You hate that you can't hate me, no matter what I did or what happened between us."

Her eyes glittered. Not with hatred though. For all Jenna's bluster, hatred was not something she felt for Garreth. The glitter reflected her struggle to maintain control. Her struggle not to give away one tiny glimpse of real emotion. She'd fight tooth and nail to hide her feelings, because that was Jenna. Hide it. Control it. Do not, under any circumstances, ever, confront it.

"Nothing happened between us." She gave a nonchalant shrug.

Garreth couldn't repress the smile that tugged on his lips. An arrogant, I-know-better smile. Because he did know better. Intimately better. "Nothing, hmm?"

Jenna stiffened and looked over his shoulder, refusing to meet his gaze. Fine with him. He could stare at her breasts again. Fantasize. Wish.

And he could challenge her. In fact, he relished the idea. "So by nothing, you mean you never threw yourself at me? Never stripped naked in my arms and demanded I make love to you?" The memory twisted his balls. Made them hard as stone. Jenna, naked and shivering in his arms. Naked and pleading with him, to take her, finally. Make her his.

If he hadn't relived that moment a thousand fucking times…

Jenna flushed scarlet. The color seeped into her face, down her neck and stained her chest as well. The memory might embarrass her, but that wasn't where it stopped. No, it had the same effect on her it had on him. She squirmed in her chair. The nipples he could not tear his gaze away from pebbled, prodding at her t-shirt, pointing to him, calling him.

He swallowed harshly, grit his teeth, desperate to take those nipples in his mouth, lave them, suck on them. Feast on them. Feast on the woman. Every inch of her.

But he couldn't. He was tied to a fucking chair.

Jenna shrugged. "It was a…mistake. A glitch. Hasn't happened before, won't happen again."

Ever in control, wasn't she?

Right then he hated her rigid exterior. Wanted to smash it to smithereens  Wanted to expose the woman beneath the veneer, prove to her the 'incident' wasn't the glitch, her control was.

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I'll post more when it's done, and let you know about release dates too. I promise.

Jess