Monthly Archives: April 2018

Meet JIVE’s Felicity Hammil

Felicity had been home for an hour, sitting on the edge of her bed, but she was still in shock from the crazy things that Jack had told her. About lightning and vaccinations and how he had dreams of jumping to the future to find Nellie when she had gone missing. His claims were fantastical and utterly ridiculous.

And Felicity believed him completely.

She had asked questions, and dear Jack had answered every one. He’d told her that Jewel was from four hundred years in the future, but that they had met in 2015 when he was sixteen. His tale of waiting for her for ten years would have been a wonderful romantic story if she didn’t know the other side of it—that Jack had been kissing her while he pined for another woman. That he was writing her letters while his longings were for the dark-eyed Jewel rather than herself. It would be enough to send most women running in the other direction.

But Felicity wasn’t like most women.

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Meet JIVE’s Jack Cavanaugh

“Jack, if you’ve changed your mind in the last decade, I’ll understand.” She gave him a teasing smile. “But you’re stuck with me until the next storm.”

Jack blinked, realizing he was giving off wrong signals. “No, Jewel, I haven’t changed my mind. It’s just that… well… I don’t know how to begin. I feel sort of at a disadvantage; you know all about me, but I know almost nothing about you.”

She pulled free of his hands and slid hers around his neck. “Why don’t you come up to my room and get to know me?” Her sultry alto voice only made that proposition seem more wanton.

He placed his hands on her back. “It’s 1919, Jewel, and this is a small town. With you a stranger, everyone will be watching. About all I can do right now is kiss you good night.”

A corner of her mouth quirked up. “Well, at least there’s that.”

He stood nervously looking down at her until her brows rose in question; then he shook off his timidity and inclined his head to put his lips on hers. The contact nearly stole his breath, and her response made his head spin. He pulled her in closer, and his hat slipped off and hit the porch floor. He didn’t care. She was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, and she seemed to enjoy his explorations as well, sliding her hands into his hair, and matching his intensity.

The sound of footsteps registered in the back of Jack’s brain somewhere, but it wasn’t until someone cleared his throat that Jack abruptly broke away from Jewel, blushing from his hairline to his collar when he turned to find Reverend Niemeyer and his wife, Doris, standing there.

Jack blew out a breath and ran a hand through his hair before bending to pick up his hat. “Reverend, what brings you out to Barker House so late?”

“Pie and coffee, Jack.” His eyes flicked to the woman slightly behind him. “I guess I don’t have to ask you the same question.”

Meet JIVE’s Jewel Jamison

The sound of water splashing in the bathroom on the other side of the wall had him sitting upright, listening. He rose slowly and gently padded down the hall to the bathroom door. It was standing slightly ajar, and as he approached, he could see two feet crossed at the ankles, resting on the edge of the tub. Feminine feet.

Pausing, he called out, “Jewel?”

“Come in, Jack.”

That sensuous voice tempted him to obey, but he hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “How did you get in? The door was locked.”

“Oh, well, what good does it do you to lock your doors, if a window is open?”

No matter his irritation with her earlier lack of commitment, he smiled while he shook his head. “You climbed in my window? Right there on the front porch?”

There was the sound of wet skin sliding on porcelain, and he pictured her sitting up. “Not the front, Jack, the back. Your kitchen window.”

He grinned. “You crawled into my kitchen sink then.”

“You really need to wash a few dishes, Jack.”

At that he laughed. “Yeah, I suppose I do.”

There was a pause, then she said, “You really can come in. I’m taking a fizzy bath; you can’t see anything.”

“A fizzy bath?”

“You bought the tablets for me this morning. They create bubbles in the water.”

Bubbles. Jack’s heart rate picked up as he pushed the door until he could see Jewel’s face over the tub’s edge.

She smiled, and Jack’s heart accelerated to racing. He took another step forward, and he couldn’t help it when his gaze slipped to the water. He quickly spun around. “I thought you said I couldn’t see anything!”

“Did I say ‘anything’?” He could hear the smile in her voice. “I should have said everything. My apologies.”

Jack slowly shook his head. “You’re a scamp, Jewel.”