The Island Hopping Series

Jumping Ship 2016

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 Island Hopping T&T 2015

Coming in early 2016!

Island Hopping Grenada 2015

How far would you go for love?

How far would you go? Would you throw caution to the wind? Set aside common sense? Part completely with doubt? Give all possessions away? Forget what once was? Would you be willing to do it all for love? How far would you go for love?

In Jumping Ship, the pre-release novella to the Island Hopping series, we learn exactly how far Petrina Dugal would go for the sake of love. Pet, as the twenty-something woman is known, is tied to a miserable marriage. It’s all that she’s ever known. Pet never knew love, never expected love, never felt loved, never inhaled love and most certainly never tasted love. And then love walked into her door, right in front of her brutish husband.

Pet’s love is mysterious and enticing, rolled up in visual perfection. Michael Chen instantly captures ever ounce of emotion that Pet had bottled up. Pet and her Mikey love with every ounce of their being, until circumstances become crucial. They make a decision that what they have created is much more important than any promise that ever existed beforehand. And to show how far they would go for love, Pet and Mikey flee.

Pet and Mikey’s story is only a portion of the entire Island Hopping series, but significant nonetheless.


Pet’s husband had only left out about fifteen minutes prior, but they couldn’t be too sure that he wouldn’t suddenly get an inkling and return. Roger worked at the local police station, no more than twenty careful minutes away on Queen Street. In fact, he walked to the station daily, taking wide steps and whistling along the way. Regardless of the perception, his musical endeavors only occurred on the main streets. He was very standoffish towards his neighbors, never wanting them to see him as inviting. Not friendly at all, in fact he could be an extremely cross thirty-year-old man.

The neighbors didn’t really pay much attention to him because he was not too talkative with those that couldn’t offer him something―dollars, spirits, or anything of value. He knew how to complain and throw around his title, but that was it. Perhaps that was the very reason why he was never warned about the man that frequented his home at night and romped in his bed during the day. The same man he got liquored up with during many evening hours.

As the woman eerily reflected on her despised mate, she shivered. If Roger only knew what she was preparing to do, he would surely “slit she troat” and “lef she fah dead”. The declarations were his wedding night vow to her, in case she ever thought of crossing him. Pet felt them for sure, without a doubt.

On the contrary, her lover Mikey promised from the very beginning that would never be the case with him. He took on the vows that should have been her husband’s. Mikey wanted to cherish and protect her. Pet accepted those promises. Not because she entirely believed in them, but because she believed in his passion.

Pet’s eyes watered as her lover paused midway between the kitchen’s entrance and the back door, a house divider. She sent sweetness with a blow into the air and the enamored man reciprocated. It was the time of day that sweethearts typically did not steal away. Still it was the time of day that people began to awaken to a fresh start and new possibilities. And for that brief couple of seconds, they allowed themselves to not think about what they had prearranged and the very real consequences that could shatter their plans. This exodus had to happen. It needed to occur. He loved her and she loved him. One could no longer survive without the other. That fact was at the forefront of each movement they made.




The year was nineteen seventy-five. Barren couple, Pearl and Edward Riley stumbled upon a newborn baby girl. Her cries could only be heard by a true mother, which Pearl immediately became. Bundled up with their new child, they discovered a parcel of artifacts and a scribbled note that read: Sakkara. Pregnant seamstress, Petrina Dugal, became a runaway at the age of twenty-six. She ran away from a brutish husband, Roger, and a well-loved South American home in Georgetown, Guyana; at the heart of her rebellion – an enigmatic lover named Michael Chen. Pet and Mikey, as they became affectionately known, allowed love to blossom in front of her police officer husband and an intrusive community. Were they not aware of the dangers? Or did the pursuit of love trump obligations?

Sakkara Riley grew up with two loving parents – adoptive parents to be exact. She never knew the circumstances surrounding her discovery, until the age of sixteen. She embarks on a journey.

Jumping Ship is an introductory novella to the Island Hopping Series. There are 7 planned books – representing each of the islands that Sakkara will visit along the way.

“Jumping Ship” provides the introduction to Sakkara’s attempts to commune with her true heritage.


The Damaged Girls Series


I published my first title close to 3 years ago, can’t can’t believe how things have just continued to progress from that point. However, I’m taking time to revisit my original work. Available on AMAZON!

~Damaged Girls I~


Be warned… Romance is not at the heart of Damaged Girls. This series revolves around contemporary issues in families and relationships.

Steven Briggs is thirty-five, gorgeous and partially successful as an auto shop owner-wannabe. He loves women – young women to be exact. Moreover, he is not above manipulating any situation to have the women he wants. Independent twenty year old Jillian McConnell was once lucky to be a part of his world. Since Stevie was the only man to ever shatter her rough exterior, he knows that she would always keep coming back for more. But Jillian is only good enough some of the time. When the sensual Jessica Rodney comes of age, Stevie is enthralled. He shuns the older part time model, for the time being. But is Jessica’s liveliness enough to sustain Stevie? Or will he keep turning back to the sensible relationship of his past, since he can always make Jillian believe that she should readily be a willing participant in this triangle. Damaged Girls is a complicated novel about the choices and outcomes, associated with the mistakes we make over time.



Only The Beginning


The hour was nearing 1:00 a.m. A new day, different home, and different circumstances; the past could be dashed aside in the matter of seconds as the impending threat reappeared. With the phone silenced, he was okay. But the door was a different tale, for soon all would be revealed.

Quickly, he approached the door and swung it inward. On the verge of another explosion, Jessica halted. On the lower steps to the home, one foot was firmly in the air. The thrashing was not by hand, rather by the slithery sandals. She immediately placed the weapon to the ground. He looked down upon battling eyes, his expression churned with sympathy. Their eyes locked.

“It’s time to come home, Stevie.” Rage was no longer her driving force. There emerged gentleness in the words, yet disaster-twitched lips and wet eyes refused to liberate the floods.

His answer was simple. “Jessica, you do what you want. I’m not going anywhere.” He wagged his head from side to side, mockingly twirling the glass of deep-brown liquor.

“It’s not my fault, baby.” She paused for a further reply. “Let’s go home and discuss this. Please, Stevie?”

“No. You need to go home. When I’m ready we’ll discuss what needs to be done with my home and your business. You’re not going to hold that over my head forever.” Perhaps the effects of the wine helped to reinforce his strength. He openly smirked, nodded his head, and clicked his tongue. When he stepped back to shut the door, she plunged forward with a fierce force. The glass of wine was unwillingly thrown from his hand. Otherwise he remained unaffected by her paltry attempts at brutality.

From behind him, at the top of the inside stairs, Jillian approached as a witness to the unsavory scene. “Stevie, what’s going on here?” Fear overrode uncertainty as she rushed down the stairs. “Get out of my house before I call the police!” Jillian’s feet barely pounded on carpeted stairs.

“Go back to bed, Jillie. I can handle this.”

“No, Stevie, enough is enough. I don’t want her here.”

“Shut up, bitch! You can’t have him.” Jessica turned all hatred in the direction of the descending foe.

Barely paying attention to her manner of travel, Jillian slipped midway up the steps. Her head twisted and her sides lashed against the wooden staircase handle, yet in her scramble to rebalance herself the back of her head collapsed against the steps causing her entire body to crumble under the force.

Stevie rushed over to assist.

Jessica glared in horror.

“Baby, are you okay?”

No response.


Stevie was no longer concerned for Jessica’s feelings. He only focused on what was right at the moment; and at this moment his emotions circled the woman who was now in his arms. Jillian was dressed in one of his loose red and gray boxers and a white tank. Her chest heaved in full force as curling lashes fluttered open and shut.

“Baby, talk to me.” His words plucked with mounts of fear. He finally turned to Jessica and commanded, “Call 9-1-1.” When she refused to respond right away, he barked the orders again, “Call 9-1-1, now! The phone’s over there.” He motioned with the tip of his chin.

A flood of moisture caught his attention. As he lowered his head in examination, he noticed a drop of red on the carpet directly below them.

“No, Jillian . . . No, Jillian!”


Channeling My Inner Drama Queen


Channeling My Inner Drama Queen

Anyone that knows me should be aware of my motto: “I don’t do drama, I only write it!” Yes, that’s me, Janice G. Ross. You see, I aim to live a stress-free life and am quick to walk away from anything that challenges that goal. But I do believe that everyone had the potential to call out drama as needed. In my case, I love to read and I LOVE LOVE LOVE to write; therefore, what better way to add a bit of drama to my life than through my characters. The biggest benefit in doing so is that no matter how much havoc you wreak; it cannot affect your day to day. Isn’t that glorious?

In my writings, I’ve taken serious topics and not so serious topics to create a range of stories. Through each of these storylines, I’ve tried to infuse various levels of drama, in order to make the overall novels realistic. When writing dramatic scenes, I think about the very opposite of what I might do and I make my characters do just that. Remember my motto…I don’t do drama, I only write it! I reason through the totally unreasonable behaviors, even attempting to push these individuals well beyond. I try to force myself to think about all the anger and all the troublesome thoughts that could potentially creep up in the minds of my “drama queens”. In doing so, I channel my inner drama queen and force the hands of my characters.