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Neither Tiara Blake or Delmar Devereaux has a past to be proud of. With a joint history packed with dishonesty, blackmail—and a juicy, torrid love affair—the pair didn’t expect their paths would cross again.
Can a quest to break an ancient curse give two former lovers a second chance?
After a torrid love affair, shady businessman Delmar Devereaux disappeared from Tiara Blake’s life, leaving her to raise their twin sons on her own. So, when he shows up unannounced one day, her first instinct is to kick him to the curb.
But Delmar has discovered a centuries-old curse placed on the pair by their ancestors—and he needs Tiara’s help to break it. Ending the curse means they will have to learn to trust each other, which won’t be easy when their explosive secrets are revealed.
Once again torn between lust and duty, can Delmar and Tiara discover the true meaning of love in order to break the curse before it’s too late? Or will their complicated past doom them forever?
Join Delmar and Tiara in Book II of the Mistress of Desire and the Orchid Lover on their sensually sizzling action-packed adventure!
Read an Excerpt:
Glenda cleared her throat. “Ladies, now that we’re all here now. Let’s begin.”
Nona put her hand boldly on her hip. “Begin what? Consuelo and I have no idea why you summoned us here, with Halloween just around the corner we all have things to do. Why are we here?”
“Didn’t I tell you? We are here because of Delmar Devereaux.”
“You called us here because of that asshole?” Nona inquired. “You have got to be kidding me. Everyone knows, Delmar carries a truckload of bullshit wherever he goes.”
Consuelo fixed Glenda with a stern look and interrupted her, pounding her with questions in rapid Spanish. “And you want us to help him? What has he done? Mother Mary, I pray, please tell me he hasn’t killed someone?”
Nona turned to Consuelo and Glenda. “If he did, I say let him rot in jail. He deserves too.”
“I righteously agree!” Consuelo added, rolling her “r’s.”
Glenda stood and glance back at Nona and Consuelo and sighed, “Ah, ya ya ya ya!” She shook her head. “Ladies you have no compassion for a fallen man. Didn’t you hear me. I said, Delmar Devereaux, has come to us for help.”
“Help?” Nona and Consuelo said in Unisom.
“Yes, Ladies, he has.”
“Well, where is he?” Consuelo asked.
“He had to leave early, but no worries. I have captured a memory of his visit with me today. We can all talk to Delmar in just a few seconds,” she said, walking over to the huge cauldron pot sitting on an open fire. The pot bubbled as steamed escaped and evaporated into the air.
Glenda D’Goodwrench, reached into her pocket and pulled out a small clear glass vial, that contained a bluish liquid.
“Ladies, please come closer,” she said softly, as she slowly opened the vial and gently poured the contents into the cauldron.
A heavy primeval smell filled the air as the bluish liquid ascended into the air and circled until a frisson… Then slowly the face of Delmar Devereaux, appeared.
“Check him out,” Nona stated.
After a moment of hesitation, Delmar spoke. “I am so sorry I had to leave early, ladies. I meant no disrespect.”
“None taken, right ladies?” Glenda asked.
Consuelo and Nona nodded their heads and muttered agreement.
About the Author:
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
She spent over ten years working in the non-profit sector where she wrote grants, press releases and contributed many stories to their newsletter. She was their Newsletter editor for over ten years. She loves growing roses, a good pot of hot tea, chocolate, magical stories, suspense stories, ghost stories, and reading Jane Austen again and again in her past time.