In the Spotlight: Jessica Anderson
In the Spotlight: Jessica Anderson
New Release: Capturing His Heart
Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. MF
In book four of Stealing a Pirate’s Heart: Hector was born into a family that loved the sea and everything to do with it. He followed in their footsteps, but never content with his choice. An injury sent him on a different path than that of his family. Hector chooses to train as a doctor, finding out quickly that it is much harder keeping people from death than facing his own as a pirate.
Amelia finds herself in a situation that has her injured more than not. She is put in a position of visiting different doctors to keep her secret of how she comes by the injuries, well, until she meets Hector. She finds herself drawn to him and unable to stay away, risking him learning her secrets.
Will Hector find out in time what is really going on with Amelia before it’s too late? Will Amelia finally trust the ones trying to help her?
Join in and watch as Hector struggles with the oath that he has taken as a doctor and giving in to the fire burning in his heart for the beautiful young woman who haunts his every waking moments
How many books do you currently have published? 6
What book are you writing right now? Currently I am working on the fifth book in the Stealing a Pirate’s Heart Series
What is your favorite type of Hero/Heroine to write about? Why? I really like to write about strong individuals that overcome huge obstacles in their life, not sure why.
What is the hardest part of writing for you? Keeping to the outline, that is probably the hardest part for me.
Advice for aspiring and new writers? Never stop trying
Who did you dedicate your first book to? My Grandmother who passed away the month before it was released. She was always cheering me on.
Do you have any rituals for Book Release Day? I usually do a release party.
What author are you dying to meet? OR What author have you met that you had a fan girl/guy moment? Patricia Briggs, I used to pick up one of her books and read it until it was done, I would be so happy to meet her.
How would your spouse or best friend describe you in three words? A major pain
What was the last movie you went to see? Riddick
If you were an animal what kind of animal would you be and why? A Cat, not sure why, but probably because I am small and loveable.
What is your favorite quote ever? “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, therefore is winged, cupid painted blind.” – Shakespeare
If you could be a superhero, what would you want your super powers to be? Invisibility
What song is on your iPod/Mp3/Stereo right now? Cowboy- Kid Rock
Favorite place to curl up with a good book? On my couch, lol
The Good Stuff:
If you had to pick one item to bring to the bedroom with you what would it be? Computer
What feature on the opposite sex attracts you the most? Muscles
What would pick as the sexiest scene from a book? (Doesn’t have to be your own, but it can be) Beauty and the bounty hunter by Lori Austin, the first time she and I forget the heroes name did the naughty and she snuck out the window afterwards.
Lovemaking, Wham Bam, Kinky Fuckery? Lovemaking
Tall Dark and Handsome or Playful Funny and Sexy? Playful funny and sexy
What actor/actress would you be willing to run away from your life for? Johnny depp (If any, Not likely though)
If you had a warning label, what would it say? Beware: Red head with attitude
Hector opened his door at the light knock, which he barely heard. The woman standing there was absolutely gorgeous. Her hair was a very light brown color and her eyes were green-blue. She smiled at him, what had to be the world’s brightest treasure.
“Are you Dr. Phillips?” Even her voice sounded heavenly.
Amelia was little when the abuse started, maybe six or seven years old, it started with just a slap across her face, but as she grew older the beatings got worse it seemed. This last time was the worst.
He hit her several times, for no reason. She knew his temper had a lot to do with her mother becoming sick because it seemed to get worse as her mother got worse. He started drinking and seemed furious all the time.
Her mother had coughed up blood that day, all over the floor, it was just spewing out of her mouth. Amelia cleaned it up to where you couldn’t even tell it happened. By the time she got down the stairs with the bowl of bloody water and rags, her father stood at the staircase already drunk again. She barely got off the staircase before he swung his arm, hitting her with the back of his hand. He knocked the bowl out of her hand, making it spill all over the floor.
“You clumsy brat,” he said and swung at her again. Her cheek stung at the contact of his hand.
Every time her father got like this she would think back to when she was younger, before he got so mean, before her mother got sick. He used to work a lot but when he would come home late at night, he would tuck her in and tell her a story, every night. She missed that. She used to feel loved, but now all she felt was hatred. He hadn’t drank until her mother fell ill, before then they were a very happy family.
It got harder and harder to recall those memories and the feelings they used to bring up were just gone, after having to plaster on a smile every time they went out and act like nothing was wrong, she had almost forgotten what a genuine smile felt like.
She came out of her thoughts as her father practically threw her across the room. In a matter of seconds the air in her lungs was gone as she gasped for air, turning a pasty white color as she hit the wall. She felt a pain in her chest that she had never felt before and a burning sharp pain that just made it harder to try to catch her breath. Tears formed but she wouldn’t let them fall, she knew if she cried it would just make him angrier.
Amelia was sore from head to toe as she climbed off the horse she rode to the doctor’s house. She was shocked at the man who stood on the other side of the door.
His hair was dark and his eyes were a beautiful amber color. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him as she asked if he was her doctor.
“Yes. Are you Amelia Clark?” he asked, returning her smile with a very attractive smile of his own.
She nodded her answer still in awe from the good looks of the man that stood in front of her. He was at least six inches taller than her.
“Please come in,” he said, opening his door, then pulling out a chair for her to sit in. “What brings you here today?”
“You just so happen to be the closest doctor to my house, I have been having a rough time breathing lately,” she stated, remembering why she was there.
“What happened prior to the breathing problems?”
“I…uh, I fell,” she lied.
His eyebrow quirked up quickly, he had his suspicions about her lying but it was possible. “Well, I am going to have to take a look at your ribs.”
“Umm…” she started, nervous about exposing herself to him.
“Just go through the first door on the right and pull your dress down just enough for me to be able to see what I am looking at,” Hector started, seeing how nervous she was. “You should be able to find something in there that you can use to cover yourself.”
She nodded again and went to the room that he told her to. She quickly did what she was told. He knocked on the door before he walked in.
She had a blanket folded up and wrapped around her chest. Her stomach was flat, but it was almost obvious that her ribs were swollen.
“Does it hurt when you walk too or just when you breathe?” he asked, realizing there were bruises all over her arms and shoulders.
“A little when I walk and only when I take a deep breath or laugh,” she answered.
“Are you sure you just fell?” he questioned as he gestured her toward the bed and helped her lay on it.
“Yes,” she gasped as he started pressing on her ribs lightly, the pain was excruciating, bringing tears to her eyes as soon he started pushing on them.
He helped her sit back up. “It seems they are cracked on both sides, pretty badly,” he stated. “With it being your ribs though there is not much that can be done about it.”
His eyes shined with his bright smile. “So what should I do?” Amelia asked.
“Just take it easy for a while, don’t do any heavy lifting and try not to fall again,” Hector answered, smiling. He started walking her out of the room then.
“Thank you, Doctor Phillips,” Amelia said, turning to face him as he held the door open for her.
“Please call me Hector, Miss Clark,” he said, his eyes gleaming.
“You can call me Amy,” she returned, stepping out the door, smiling just as bright as he was.
“I’m going to need to see you back here in a few weeks,” Hector added, almost forgetting to tell her that.
Something was different about that patient, she was beautiful, but something just clicked when he saw her. His heart was aflutter as he watched her step into a horse carriage to leave. From the carriage he would assume her family to be wealthy, but he didn’t care much, she was gorgeous.
“Was that a patient?” Christopher asked.
“Yes, Amelia Clark,” Hector answered still watching the carriage as it left his view.
“She is beautiful,” Christopher stated.
“She is gorgeous,” Hector returned.
“Don’t forget about the oath you took though, lad,” Christopher said as he stared intently at Hector.
“I won’t,” Hector returned disappointedly. He probably would have asked her out, if it wasn’t for that damn oath.
“Dinner is ready if you are hungry.” Christopher said and started walking back to his house, which was only minutes away from Hector’s.