Love and Devotion

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When I first started reading Love and
Devotion I didn’t really know what to expect. I am not a fan of
affairs since I lived through my father’s yet I plowed through
because I had hopes that this book was not going to be about a
broken home. I have to say I was not disappointed. This story is
way more than a scandal between KC and her mother’s best friend
Lonnie. That is just a road block to the true heart of this story
the relationship between KC and Emma. A friendship that so
desperately wants to be more, but is being led by two very hard
headed woman who are afraid of the what if’s. I really enjoyed this
book. I felt not only a connection to KC and Emma, but to KC’s
entire family. Her wonderfully Southern Mama made me smile, her
bossy big sis Kendall made me laugh with her ‘I don’t take no shit
attitude’ and her little sister Trina made me swell with pride when
she finally found her wings. This story has everything from hot
sex, to good ole Southern values. I was thoroughly impressed and
look forward to reading more from Jove Belle

Bonus Scene
Chester Hall swore he stopped breathing completely when his baby
called to say they needed him. He checked his revolver carefully to
make sure it was loaded, then strapped on the holster. He drove far
too fast all the way to KC’s house, his heart pounding the entire
time. Evelyn had wanted to come, but he couldn’t let her. Two of
his girls in danger was too much. He couldn’t add his wife to the
mix. He slid to a stop on the loose gravel of KC’s driveway, and
left his car door hanging open in his haste to get inside. He
didn’t start breathing again until he rounded the corner and found
KC and Jackson seated side by side on the long bench seat lined her
back porch. Trina was nowhere in sight. Jackson sat with his head
in his hands and giant sobs shook his body. KC had one hand on his
back. The other held a shotgun that Chester had never seen before.
He’d bet it came from Emma. That girl was a solid thinker, prepared
for all eventualities. KC drew a deep breath when she saw him. Her
eyes sparkled with tears, but her voice was clear and strong when
she spoke. “Hi, Daddy.” The back door hung open and the window had
been shattered. Broken bits of glass lay on the ground, some on the
porch, but the majority covered the kitchen floor. Chester said a
prayer of thanks for whatever stopped Jackson from entering the
house while filled with rage. He suspected the primary block had
come in the form of KC and the shotgun in her arms. Chester
responded to KC, but he couldn’t hear his own words past the
thunder of blood rushing through him. His girls were safe. That was
all that mattered. KC stood and kissed him on the cheek. Jackson
tried to stand when KC did, but Chester couldn’t abide that. The
man had harmed one of his daughters routinely for God knows how
long, and on this very night he’d attempted to harm her again,
along with her sister. He clamped his hand down on Jackson’s
shoulder. “Sit back down, son.” It took all of Chester’s strength
to remember the lessons he’d tried to teach his own family. God,
Kendall, his oldest daughter, how she liked to fight when she was
younger. That girl was forever coming home with a black eye and a
story of how the other person looked worse. She was usually right.
He’d worked hard back then to teach her that violence was never the
solution. Now, faced with his son-in-law when his emotions were raw
and running high, Chester could not, for the life of him, remember
why that was. Jackson would likely benefit with a good old
fashioned trip to the woodshed. “Sheriff is on his way.” KC moved
toward the door. “I’m going to see to Trina.” Chester nodded and
sat next to Jackson on the bench. He chose the space between
Jackson and the open back door. He’d level that boy before he let
him inside any of their homes again. “This can’t happen again,
son.” Chester said the words carefully. He would protect his
family. Jackson needed to know what he was up against. “Never
again.” Jackson looked him in the eye. “Yes, sir.” The sat in
silence until the sheriff arrived and carted Jackson away in
handcuffs. He’d never, in all his life, felt as useless as he did
that night. He had no idea how they’d reached that point and even
less idea how to fix it all. Evelyn would know what to do. She
always did. He drove home at a much safer pace, thankful to have
the love of a good woman to help him through.

About the Author
Jove Belle was born and raised against a backdrop of orchards and potato fields. The youngest of four children, she was raised in a conservative, Christian home and began asking why at a very young age, much to the consternation of her mother and grandmother. At the customary age of eighteen, she fled southern Idaho in pursuit of broader minds and fewer traffic jams involving the local livestock. The road didn’t end in Portland, Oregon, but there were many confusing freeway interchanges that a girl from the sticks was ill prepared to deal with. As a result, she has lived in the Portland metro area for over fifteen years and still can’t figure out how she manages to spend so much time in traffic when there’s not a stray sheep or cow in sight.
She lives with her partner of thirteen years. Between them, they share three children, two dogs, two cats, two mortgage payments, one sedan, and one requisite dyke pickup truck. One day she hopes to live in a house that doesn’t generate a never-ending honey-do list.

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