Dear Reader—

Most writers won’t say they have a favorite novel. When asked, the writer demurs, saying coyly, “Oh, the one I’m writing now.”

I often use this line myself as the focus on my creative energies are on the novel I’m currently writing, my other novels like children I’ve sent into the world.

However, I can tell you this: Felix Valasay from Believe in Me is the sexiest man I’ve ever created. He’s so damn good-looking, funny, and kind. He’s got a heart of gold and a body to die for. Every time I reread this novel, I chuckle (I guess I crack myself up) when I read his dialogue.

And he’s perfect for Sayblee Safipour. She’s always done the right thing, and it’s time that she does something for herself—like fall in love.

Believe in Me is that last novel in my first trilogy, which started with When You Believe and then Reason to Believe. I hope you will dive into this story and see if you don’t find Felix just the sexiest thing!

For more about this trilogy, please go to my web site:

Happy reading, and always believe!


Jessica Inclan

Believe In Me

© Jessica Inclán

She stood up and in her mind she moved down the hallway, into the bedroom, and heard the noise of two people moving together—their bodies warm, their minds full of anticipation—could hear Felix whisper into the woman’s ear, “You smell so good. I just can’t breathe in enough of you.”

Sayblee opened her mind and shot out a thought. Yeah, she smells like your house. In about a minute, I myself will be smelling like a cheap drink from Chevy’s.

She heard his intake of air, his body moving away slightly from the woman’s. Sayblee?

Yeah, it’s me. I’m in your living room. I managed to figure out you had a special guest when I was in the air. You and I need to talk. It’s Council business.

Right now? Couldn’t you go hit the bars for a couple of hours and come back later? Maybe take a nice long night walk on the beach?

Sayblee checked her irritation, biting her lip before thinking tersely, Adalbert sent me.

She waited for a reply, but there was no thought, no sound but the rustle of bedclothes and then the soft murmur of the woman asking a question. Felix’s low voice rumbled an answer. More rustling. Then there was silence. Sayblee sighed and turned her mind away from Felix and what was going on in the bedroom and sat down on the couch. She tried to get comfortable, crossing her legs, uncrossing them, smoothing the sleeves of her blouse, the fabric of her skirt on her thighs. She pushed her hair away from her face and then pulled it forward, finally sighing and tying it back with a band she pulled from her pocket.

She looked toward the bedroom door, leaned forward, sat back. Then she stood up, realizing she didn’t want to be lower than Felix when he came into the room, giving him the advantage of looking down at her. She walked to the window, stared out at the ocean that was flat and strangely calm, the moon a pan of white on its surface.

“Could you have knocked?” Felix said, walking into the room shirtless and barely wearing the Levi’s he was slowly buttoning up. “I could have arranged a later date with the fair maiden Roxanne. You know I always say business and then pleasure.” He paused as he spotted the shirt on the floor, bent down, and picked it up with a crooked finger, smiling to himself.

Sayblee swallowed, breathed in, kept her mind closed tight because God! she couldn’t let him know how she was seeing him at this very moment in the living room’s soft light. Impossibly, he looked even better than he had the year before, his tall, lean body golden tan from all his important Croyant visits to the beach and the pool and hot tub. He must also have crucial Moyenne contacts at the gym, his shoulders, arms, and abs tight and firm, each muscle clear under the tight gold of his skin. Clearly, he worked out for hours every day. His black hair was lit gold at the ends by days on Hawaiian waves and fell down his back like a silk curtain. His smiled, watching her with his almost-green eyes, his expression full of good-humor, even though she’d interrupted him in his pleasure. She swallowed and lifted her chin, her mind clamped so tight she knew she’d have a throbbing migraine by morning.

“Adalbert wanted me to come right away. I . . . We didn’t have a chance to contact you. But, uh, where is your, um, friend?”

Felix finished buttoning his jeans and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge. “I just took her home, erased this date from her mind, and made sure she’d have a long, lovely night’s sleep. And she’ll awaken fresh and lively, remembering this great dream of me, the wonderful man she met at the gym the day before. But dammit, Sayblee, I’ll still have to start all over next time.”

“Oh, poor, poor baby,” Sayblee said. “I’m sure it will be torturous work. All that sweet talk and those longing glances. But your date with her will have to wait.”

Felix shrugged and took out a can of pineapple juice from the fridge, setting it on the counter. He opened a cupboard and took down a can of cream of coconut and a bottle of Cruzan rum.

“What are you doing? You can’t be making a drink!” Sayblee said, putting her hands on her hips. “I have some pretty important—I have some Council work . . . There’s stuff I have to talk to you about.”

“Now, now,” Felix said, holding out his hands for a second in a mock defensive pose. “Don’t set fire to my blender. I know how you suddenly lose it, lighting fire to whatnot unexpectedly.”

He put down his hands, opened the lid of the cream with a can opener, and spooned a bit into the blender. Despite herself, Sayblee found herself staring at his hands, strong and tan, the fingers long and slim.

“Scorched coladas are not my specialty,” he said.

“What?” she asked, looking up.

“Fire. Losing it.” Felix glanced at her as he worked, smiling again. “You’re already scaring me.”

“Knock it off. I am not going to lose it,” she said, knowing that maybe she was. She could feel it in her palms, the slight itch in the middle of her hand that always warned her to breathe, to close her eyes, to count to ten. Sometimes, though, she didn’t pay attention. “Can’t you just, well, whip it together without the blender?”

“Some things without magic are just better,” he said, splashing rum, pineapple juice, and ice into the blender and putting on the lid.

“I take it that doesn’t include dating. You must need your magic—“ Sayblee began but then Felix flipped on the blender, and she stopped talking. What an ass! she thought, her palms burning.

I heard that, he thought. Anger opens your mind like massage oil.

Sayblee clasped her hands tight and sat down on the couch, her face flaming, and watched him finish making the drinks. He turned off the blender and took down two glasses from the cupboard and filled them to the top.

“Let’s go and sit in the lanai. If business is going to ruin my pleasure, the least we can do is be comfortable.”

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