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‘Today, I found out the difference between a Jelvia and a human.’
Macy Shaw is a Human—at odds with the world since her mother was murdered and burns with injustice at the world she sees around her. She’s a celebrity journalist and is tired of listening to shallow stories of the rich and famous. She wants a juicier story.
Narcifer is a Jelvia—a venomous warrior whose species see themselves as a slayer of Human criminals, but those Human criminals receive no jury or court case. They are just killed. Narcifer only knows that if he doesn’t kill criminals, he’ll kill innocents. The killing is a need. A want.
While the rest of the world sees the Jelvias as dangerous and in need of controlling, Macy sees them as heroes and decides to try and interview one for an article she wants to write.
She meets Narcifer.
Unfortunately, her boss and Narcifer’s boss have history.
And in a world which is against them, these star-crossed lovers find themselves unsure on who to trust.
(also available in other digital stores and coming soon in paperback)
What is your perfect man wasn’t human?
Jelvias have lived alongside humans since time began—or that’s what mankind once thought. Now they are waking up to the invisible technology that had fogged their brains.
Beasts. Devil spawn. Aliens. Venomous… are the words used to describe Jelvias. They execute criminals and judge beyond redemption.
Macy Shaw wants to prove there’s more to Jelvias than violent murderers but no one will listen to a small-time celebrity reporter such as her—then she catches the eye of her boss and he gives her the job of a lifetime:
Narcifer, the Jelvian Lothario, woo him, seduce him, get a story.
Macy will do anything to get that story…even if it risks losing her life.
She didn’t bank on losing her heart.
Book by T. E Kessler contain adult material and therefore recommended for the over 18 age group only.
Charlotte (Charlie) Wallis dreams of being a journalist and being part of a family unit. Life hasn’t been easy for her—born to a junkie mother and brought up in a children’s home—she craves a family life, but her current boyfriend has palpitations at the mention of commitment, and Charlie’s beginning to believe she’s going to be the office gofer forever.
Then she hears of a possible Jack the Ripper style story, which has London in its gruesome grip. Bodies aren’t showing up even though prostitutes are going missing at a rate of one a month, and the police are stumped.
Without telling anyone, Charlie dons her best fishnet stockings and hits the streets pretending to be a prostitute in the aid of securing a story to further her career.
But seeing her new boss, Ben Middleton, kerb crawling was the last thing she expected.
Then Ben lets her into his secret, and she not only becomes part of the ‘Jack the Ripper’ story, she finds herself the starring role!
Romcom at its craziest, funniest and British-iest.
Imagine yourself stranded. No way of communicating, no shelter. No food. Now imagine that place is another planet. Then you realise you’re not alone…
Astronaut Jenny found herself abandoned on Eden after a miscommunication failure with her crew. From 2056 where technology ruled and hard work was left to robots, she was forced to go back to basics and live a pre-historic life.
Unfortunately, a lone alien had crash-landed previously and was already living such a life.
Have you ever wondered if your dreams are trying to tell you something?
But what if your dreams are so terrifying that you’d rather not know the answer?
Valerie Anthrope’s dreams are definitely trying to tell her something that she’d rather not know. And strangely, the dreams are stronger when people get close to her.
The result: she avoids human contact where possible.
But love has an annoying little habit of creeping up when you least expect it.
Dare she step out into the world and live again?
Lex Kendal is a spoilt, rich playboy. His world is fast cars and glamourous women. Women crave his affections–and money. Valerie tells herself she’s too vulnerable for Lex’s ‘love ’em and leave ’em’ motto.
But is Valerie going to listen to her heart… or are her dreams going to become their nightmare?
It is just writers or people in general who have fantasies? Not the sexual fetishes type of fantasies but daydreams where you’re a person with magical powers or a person who is up against adversity and has a struggle to survive. Or maybe you’re not that person at all. You’re a ‘viewer’ of your fantasy and dreaming of a mythical person/creature… or this person is an alien…
Yup, that’s Fly, my ‘dream man’ from Eden and Hunted.
He’s been with me for years and years and to begin with he wasn’t an alien (I know, palpitations!) but a horse! A horse who could change into a human, a horse who was untrainable and was about to be put down.
Look, I was nine years old!
But there is Fly’s humble beginning.
I moved into my teens and my daydreaming became more defined and I asked myself how did Fly turn himself into a human. That’s where the alien idea began to blossom, and instead of just daydreaming about him I began to write.
His first story is all hand-written in notebooks (still got them somewhere) and he wasn’t even the main star of the show. I made him pretty much the baddy of the book–someone like the Incredible Hulk who was big, dangerous and misunderstood… although he wasn’t green. And yes, I loved the early episodes of the Incredible Hulk. The movie killed it, but I digress.
It’s funny because as I look back, Fly was always older than me, but now, as I reach a grand old age of forty (can’t spell fifty), he’s suddenly younger than me. I’ve out aged my dream man!
But Fly will always be there for me.
My first love.
Eden and Hunted are available in all digital bookstores and now as paperbacks.
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She started, her eyes flaring wide. The noise she heard echoed up the corridor. With her nerve failing, she jumped to her feet, allowing the broken appliance to fall to the floor. She could already hear heavy footsteps pounding up the corridor as she dashed across to the lobby.
At the exit, she slipped in a puddle of animal blood and fell, sprawling, to the ground. She began to scramble out of the doorway on her stomach, but her ankles were seized and she was whipped backwards at speed.
She was abruptly released, but the momentum caused her to roll until she hit the opposite wall. She lowered her hands, which had instinctively risen to shield her head against the impact, and peered fearfully at her attacker.
His feet, bare and soiled, were planted wide apart, and his naked chest was rising and falling rapidly. He threw something and she covered her head again. The crushed bottle caught her on the back of the hand. She stifled a shocked cry, and peered through her fingers at the alien, her stomach rolling and twisting like waves.
He reeled off a string of words, and she flinched at the tone. He bent towards her and she tried to hide within the wall, but she was lifted by the front of her suit and hung, like a ragdoll, from his hands. Her chin began to tremble.
She was deflated; all fight had fled her body.
‘I’m sorry.’ Tears fell in an endless rush. ‘I thought you’d gone. I thought you were on Taurus. Th-that’s w-why I drank it.’
She was shaken roughly, her head rocking on her shoulders, and then dropped. The instant she hit the floor she curled into the foetal position, with her arms covering her head.
Her senses were acute to sound, and her brain nagged her to flee, but she remained motionless. The old, old trick: play dead. It was miraculous how prehistoric instincts had quickly reasserted their position in her life.
Finally, the bare feet walked away. But she remained in a curled ball, the dismembered animal her neighbour, and wondered if the quality of her life would be worth the struggle to survive.
Fly was an unwilling experiment; Jenny was marooned.
A honnard ran into her line of vision, he was followed by a Jelvia who looped a chain around its neck. He whooped with delight as the caveman fell to the ground. Another Jelvia jumped off a strange-looking creature that looked like a cross between a short-necked giraffe and a horse, and hit a panicking native across the back of the head with a stick. The ‘stick’ had a loop over one end, and when the honnard fell to the floor, the loop was slipped over its head. Another Jelvia ran past, kicking over a carefully arranged stockpile of wood and rocks. He disappeared from view, but another jumped down from the ledge above the mouth of the cave where Jenny was hiding, making her start. He ran forwards and scattered a group of honnards. Jenny saw Zack run out of the trees, his spear aloft, teeth bared. He threw it, and dived to one side as a Jelvia spat. Jenny couldn’t be sure if he’d been hit or not. But a Jelvia lay on the ground clearly dead with a spear sticking out of his chest.
There were lots of yelling and howling, and there was no doubt in Jenny’s mind that these Jelvias had captured Fly—or killed him.
‘Look at this!’ someone shouted, and Jenny saw a Jelvia take the small effigy of her from a tree. ‘The prims believe in her!’
‘There are loads of them,’ someone else said. ‘The prims believe in her.’ The gap she was peering through darkened as the Jelvia pulled the stick doll from above the cave’s entrance.
This close Jenny could only see the lower half of his legs. Another Jelvia joined the one outside her cave and the doll was either dropped or thrown to the ground.
A heel crushed it into the dust, making her believe it was the latter. ‘Utter rubbish,’ the perpetrator said. ‘How many prims have we got?’
‘That all? Where’s the others?’
‘They ran into the forest!’ someone said. ‘We came in too hard! They’ve run.’
The grinder of the doll swore, and his legs moved away. Then it was over. They left behind their destruction and moved off to find more unsuspecting prisoners. Jenny lowered her head into her arms. How many Jelvias had there been? It was hard to tell, but how could she, a lone woman, fight them and rescue her man?
Odd events remind her that the man she gave everything up for isn’t human. Eden returns with its conclusion in Hunted