Novels by Jasper Jessy

The words felt like stones in my mouth. I didn’t mean them, not really, but I wanted them to hurt. I wanted to leave a mark deep enough that he’d finally understand he couldn't talk to me like that. I wanted to train him, to show him that his insecurity didn't give him a license to be cruel. I wanted him to spend the flight to France haunted by the silence I’d left behind, hoping that by the time he landed, he’d be ready to apologize."Thank God you're on time," Sarah said, her voice echoing through the drafty heights of the Bradbury Building. She literally raised her hands in a silent prayer toward the rafters. "I thought I was going to get roasted if you didn't show in the next hour. The director has been pacing like a caged tiger." She paused, her head tilting as she caught my expression under the harsh work lights. "And why is your face so down?""I just... erm... nothing..." I muttered, focusing on my shoes.Right as the words left my lips, my phone buzzed in my palm. It was a ca

Call him when I feel lonely?I didn't even give the card a second look. I crumpled that piece of cardstock into a ball and tossed it into a trash bin without a thought as I headed toward our car. I had already called a designated driver, who arrived within minutes. He helped me maneuver Jaxson’s heavy weight into the backseat, and I slid in beside him.As the car started moving, Jax held onto me, his touch heavy and desperate. My anger was still white-hot, but it had shifted from Jax to that rude Cillian Vane. Who did that man think he really was? A shadow in a mask trying to tell me who I was and how I felt? It was maddening."I'm sorry I lashed out at you like that," Jaxson’s voice slurred, his hands clasping over mine. "I don't know, Val... I just... I don't know why I’m taking my frustrations out on you. It's not fair."I let out a long heave of a sigh, the tension in my shoulders dropping just an inch. "I understand, Jax. Let’s just get home.""Do you know what my father said to

"Cillian Vane?" I muttered under my breath, trying to recall where I had met him, or seen him. He is like a ghost in my head or maybe he's one of the quiet billionaires of Hollywood who pulled strings around the corner to help other billionaires climb power in the shadows and never noticed. But why was he here? And why was he dancing with me as if he knew the exact cadence of my pulse?I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d snagged a St. Claire. "I'm Sarah," I lied, the name slipping out with the practiced ease of an actress who’d played a thousand roles."Sarah?" He rolled the name around, tasting it. His hands arched higher on my waist, the heat of his palms seeping through the Da Vinci silk. "That's a good name. Honest. And you dance well, Sarah. Are you from a rich and influential home?""You could say that," I replied, my voice steady despite the way my heart was beginning to trip. "I’m from a wealthy home.""I can tell," he murmured, his voice a low vibrati

I didn't know anything until I ended up being married to the man that sealed my fate. A man that killed people so precious to me and brought my own downfall. Cillian Vane. And then turned around to ask me to marry him. Few months ago, The scent of jasmine and expensive cigar smoke always reminded me of home. We were sitting on the veranda of my father’s Bel-Air estate, the kind of afternoon that felt like it had been dipped in gold. My mother, Julianna, was delicately adjusting the lace on her cuff, her eyes reflecting the pride that had become my daily bread. My father, Arthur, sat across from us, the morning’s trades open on his lap."Diamond Val," he teased, tapping a headline that featured my face draped in Bulgari. "The most wanted woman in Hollywood. I told you, Valerie. St. Claire women don't just walk; they reign."And of course, we actually do reign. I smiled, sipping my tea while feeling the weight of Hollywood on my shoulders. I was the most wanted actress in the industry