Illicit

By Jezebel Jorge

Can two wrongs ever make a right?

Lucy Edwards worries that her life has become just as cliché as that age old question. Heartbroken by her husband’s repeated affairs and frustrated by his lack of attention and affection, she is drawn to another man who’s more than willing to give her exactly what she so desperately craves.

What was supposed to be just an alcohol infused vengeful one night stand evolves into an illicit affair. Lucy’s new lover pushes her sexual boundaries and forces her to take a critical look at her relationship with her husband. Now she’s got to choose between these newly aroused desires and the security and status of a marriage to a wealthy and powerful man.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jezebel Jorge
• Release date: Apr 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311960313

Jezebel Jorge

Jezebel Jorge is a practicing witch, medium, and a Reiki 2 light worker. She likes to have her genre described as Witch Lit - Sizzle and spice and some things Not so Nice. Unlike most authors, the Voices running amok inside her head are sometimes spirits reaching out to tell their stories from the other side. Ghosts like to embellish just as the living, but there is usually a bit of truth entwined within her fictional stories. Jezebel uses over twenty years of being around the inner workings of the wrestling business to make the pro wrestlers in her Ring Dreams series jump right off the page and into the squared circle. She takes you behind the curtain, immersing her readers in an industry where the truth is often stranger than fiction. She lives in Nashville, TN with a spoiled rotten Golden Retriever / Great Pyrenees mix named Harry Potter and Odessa, a very vocal Spirit Guide with an affinity for snakes.

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Illicit

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Jezebel Jorge

Blurb

Can two wrongs ever make a right?

Lucy Edwards worries that her life has become just as cliché as that age old question. Heartbroken by her husband’s repeated affairs and frustrated by his lack of attention and affection, she is drawn to another man who’s more than willing to give her exactly what she so desperately craves.

What was supposed to be just an alcohol infused vengeful one night stand evolves into an illicit affair.  Lucy’s new lover pushes her sexual boundaries and  forces her to take a critical look at her relationship with her husband.

Now she’s got to choose between these newly aroused desires and the security and status of a marriage to a wealthy and powerful man.

Copyright © 2014 by Jezebel Jorge

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Blurb

Message from Odessa

Illicit

Odessa’s Stories

About the Author

Message from Odessa

While my name is on the cover, this is not really one of my stories. I’m warning you now not to expect my usual uninhibitedness or what some refer to as my, ‘potty mouth’. In Illicit I am merely the unnamed red haired mistress across the water.

This story was channeled to my human by another spirit. Lucy was the wife of my beloved Graham. We’ve decided to let her speak to balance out our tawdry little love triangle.

My side of the story can be found in the other books from our series labeled, Odessa’s Stories:

The Lady is a Tramp

Always

Fly Away

Witchcraft

Under My Skin

Odessa’s Stories

Happy reading,

Spirit Guide Dess

Illicit

She’s sure got him whipped.

Lucy turned to the man she’d spent the whole cookout trying to avoid. Excuse me.

Everyone knows.

Mark gestured to where her husband sat alone, lost in his own thoughts as he stared across the lake. Graham sat shirtless on the pier, not seeming to notice the evening chill that had caused Lucy to wrap a sarong around a modest one piece swimsuit. He’d abandoned a plastic cup by his side and had gone straight to the probably near empty bottle of bourbon. A mixture of jealousy and anger coiled in her stomach as he caressed that bottle with a devotion he hadn’t shown his wife in months.

He’s got some balls, doesn’t he, Mark said, a smirk playing across a face more suited to the big screen than a pro wrestling ring.

Lucy took a sip of her gin and ginger, pretending to ignore Mark as she scanned the terrace to make sure all their, or more accurately Graham’s, other guests were taken care of. Their son splashed in the pool with a couple of other kids, while the men lounged poolside, enjoying their drinks and talking shop. The other wives had gathered at a table in the far corner of the terrace. None of them offering to help her with the clean up. She’d never been that friendly with any of them, knowing they only tolerated her because Graham was now the man in charge of their husband’s careers.

She’s a redhead and quite the looker I might add, but still, setting her up in a place this close to your family. You’d think he’d at least have the decency to keep his mistress over in St. Pete.

I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lucy said, partially because she hadn’t really been listening to him.

The only two words she’d picked up on were redhead and mistress. The same thing she’d overheard the women gossiping about when she’d approached their table a little earlier. They’d gone strangely quiet as she’d poured their drink refills and not a one of them had invited her to sit and join them.

Yes, you do, Mark said, taking hold of her arm. You’re a smart woman, Lucille. You have to know what he’s up to.

Why must you call me that? She shook away his hand, her forearm stinging just from his light touch. He’d always had that effect on her and damn if she didn’t hate herself for it. She couldn’t even look at him without feeling a flush of heat creep across her chest.

Mark, please don’t. Lucy turned back toward the pool, wishing she could be as flippant as Mark’s date. The perky little blond didn’t seem the least bit concerned about his whereabouts as she floated aimlessly on an inflatable raft, splashing and playing with