Jess Lourey Books Novels & Stories

and scooted off the couch, grabbing the book and shoving it at Jessie. “We’ve been working on this for a while, Landon. Do you want me to read the book? Then say yes.” She said “Yes” as she nodded her head. Landon nodded and said, “Yef.” Jessie clapped. “Yes! Yay Landon! See? You can talk. You just need someone to force you to do it.” She opened the book. Before she read a single word, Landon crawled into her lap, blanket under one arm as he cuddled against her.

CJ says as he locks the door. Jess is looking me up and down as if I'm a disgusting piece of shit. "Honey, you're really lying to yourself." "What do you mean?" "Don't you know?" "Know what?" "About CJ." I roll my eyes and groan. "What about CJ." She leans in and whispers. "What he told us he's planning to do to you..." "What do you mean?" Jess smirks. "You ask him, honey." ^^^^^^^^

lol. Jess was exhausted and fell asleep the second she hit the sheets and like the day before slept in until late morning which was extremely unlike her. Usually, she was up before the sun rose to exercise but nothing about these last few days had been normal. Once awake she immediately started to think about Lex and what he had planned for her. Unlike the day before she didn't bother trying to convince herself not to go, she knew that come 3:00 she'd be in that motel room on her knees doing the exact same thing she'd done the day before. After some lunch and a few household chores she showered and put her makeup on. It didn't matter what she wore but still wanted to look good and put on a t

This Jessa… is different. Her hair falls in soft, glossy waves around her face, framing her warm brown eyes. She’s wearing a simple black dress, the kind that hugs her curves just enough to show them off without trying too hard. There’s a hint of color on her lips, a touch of shimmer on her cheeks. She looks… breathtaking. Like someone completely new. My throat goes dry, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. ⸻ Whispers ripple through the crowd. “Is that Jessa Lombardi?”

Realizing she’d held her breath, Jessie breathed again. Moving to the basket, Jessie found it contained cleaning supplies. He must have ordered her to bring these here. That meant it there wasn’t time to feel sorry for herself anymore. Dust the room. As she dusted, she realized these books were real, and not shelves of fake books like Iron Hill’s were. There was a fortune in books here. Sadly, they were all wasted on her. Reading was something she never picked up. Or found time for. Getting books was hard out in the country.

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Trevor didn’t mind flying; he flew more often then he drove. Jess on the other hand was a nervous flyer. Usually she would be an anxious mess. Today she couldn’t wait to to be on her way to anywhere but here. Trevor slept the whole flight from Denver to Orlando and Jess read the inflight magazine ripping out the Sudoku at the end. She found herself drifting off the last leg of the flight.

Natalia POV I never loved Cain Hale. I learned early that attention from a man like Cain came with access and control for those who stayed close enough. And everything was going perfectly as planned until Ciara showed up and made everything feel… unstable. I sat in the private lounge with Jess across from me, a glass of Bordeaux untouched between us. The storm outside pressed against the glass like it wanted to. Jess had her boots kicked slightly forward, posture relaxed in a way that didn’t match the tightness in her eyes. She wasn’t nervous. Jess never looked nervous, but she also wasn’t settled.

She needed to remind herself. Caitlin walked over to the desk and sat on the small, medieval chair. She lit a candle, and it illuminated the worn pages of her journal. She turned them back slowly, as the brittle pages made a soft, crackling noise. In the candlelight, she picked up the pen, rested her forehead in one hand, and began to write. * How did I get here? And where is here, exactly? I don’t even know anymore. I’m in a room, at the top of a tower, on some remote island, on some huge river. I feel like a fairy princess. Except, my prince charming has just left me.

Ray raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Jess was a virgin. "Surprised?" Jess slipped an arm around him, her tone playful. "Looking like this, you wouldn't expect me to be… untouched, would you?" Ray chuckled. "No, I wouldn't call you 'innocent.' Your innocent act is strong. Let me guess—nobody around you was ever interesting enough to catch your eye. You've been aiming higher, haven't you?"