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Romance in the Spotlight: Tiara Giles

Question & Answer

  • What was the simplest romantic gesture you’ve ever received?

    My now boyfriend waited patiently for me to gather my emotions, and listened carefully as I tried to explain how scared I was of falling for him. Just the simple act of patience was a big deal for me.

 

  • What was the hardest scene you’ve ever written?

    The scene where I had to write a verbally abusive mom.

 

  • Who’s your favorite character? Why?

Dallas from my second book. That’s a southern gentleman at it’s finest with a big soft heart.

 

  • If you could, how would you help the Indie Writers Community?

Make it easier for people to get noticed probably and teach everyone about using social media, such as Instagram and YouTube.

 

  • Why did you choose your genre?

If I’m being strictly honest. When I was a teen I wrote romance as an escape from a rough reality. Then when I was an adult, I wrote my current genre in hopes that people could relate to the things I felt.

 

  • What was the first romance novel you read?

 

Girl

 

  • Name one song that always makes your writing playlist.

I listen to whatever gets me in the mood to write. Japanese City Pop and Jazz tend to constantly show up as I put words down.

 

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All About Tiara

Tiara is a cheese and hobby loving, Mississippi woman residing in South Korea. She’s an alumni of Mississippi State University and teaches English as a Foreign Language to wonderfully energetic children. She’s a member of Delta Xi Phi Multicultural Sorority inc., a dancer, a YouTuber, and a writer of love. Fictitious Love.

 

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Romance in the Spotlight: Eliza David

Question & Answer

  • What was the simplest romantic gesture you’ve ever received?Every time my husband buys me something on my Amazon wish list just because, or makes me sleep in so he can manage the kids is my idea of romance. Those simple gestures warm my heart.

 

  • What was the hardest scene you’ve ever written?It would have to be from the fourth installment of my Cougarette series (first book is Permafree on Kindle, BTW!). My MC CeeCee is in an abusive relationship during this point of the series, and writing those scenes were harsh, to say the least.

 

  • Who’s your favorite character? Why?I would have to say R&B singer King Smith from The Follow series. He is a layered man who juggles stardom and his sex addiction with candor and an open heart. You’ll find yourself rooting for him throughout both books, even when he is dead wrong. He was the first male MC I’ve ever written, and he is near and dear to my heart (he’s also incredibly hot – think Luke James!)

 

  • Tease me with the sexiest quote from one of your books.Here’s one of my favorite scenes from my latest novel, The Lamar St. Jon Experience:

    Gi turned to face him, his lips a breath’s away from his. “I love you, Lamar St. Jon. I’m trying to forgive myself but you better not hurt me again.”
    Lamar hardened against Gi’s pelvis. “Can I hurt you in bed?” he said, his mouth bending into a small smile.
    Gi returned the smirk. “Yes please,”

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  • If you could, how would you help the Indie Writers Community?I’m a big believer in the reciprocity of energy. So as a writer, I aim to do something every day to support my fellow authors: social media reposts, showing up at signings, talking through writing scenes and swapping WIPs. Just being there for one another and being a resource is the best way I can help the indie writing community.

 

  • Why did you choose your genre?Romance is an examination of the human condition. When love is expressed through my characters, the readers get a true sense of their flawed nature, and relate to their struggles. My twelve novels have covered a plethora of human experiences: domestic violence, drug abuse, stardom, LGBTQ issues and broken families. Romance has served as a platform for me to explore these occurrences with care and compassion through my characters. I hope my readers can see and appreciate that.

 

  • What was the first romance novel you read?
    Forever by Judy Blume

 

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All About Eliza

A librarian by day, Eliza David is the contemporary romance author of twelve self-published novels, including the Cougarette series and The Follow duet. She was born and raised on the noisy South Side of Chicago, but now lives in quiet Iowa City, one of the renowned Cities of Literature. Eliza also maintains a local literary presence, serving on the Iowa City Public Library’s Board of Trustees, contributing as a member of the I.O.W.A. annual book signing event, and participating as a past headlining author at the Iowa City Book Festival. In addition to writing the naughty words, Eliza is a blogger and contributing writer for Real Moms of Eastern Iowa, The Good Men Project, and Thirty on Tap. She was most recently featured in Best Women’s Erotica, Volume 4 and The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty Thirty Volume 3. Her latest novel, The Lamar St. Jon Experience, was released on Christmas Day 2019.

When she’s not writing, working full-time, or raising two children with her loving husband, Eliza enjoys reading throwback Jackie Collins, acting out on Twitter, and indulging in the occasional order of cheese fries.

 

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Good Deeds

Jackson Turner has always been a man that goes for what he wants. Better yet, what he feels he deserves. Which is why he finds himself outside doing yardwork on a steamy, mid-summer afternoon. Manual labor isn’t something he does or has even considered doing since his teenage years. A time he never likes to think about because of death and turmoil. A time he prefers to keep secret in order to help him conceal the damage of his past. Years of death and turmoil that have forced him to abandon decency and adapt a morally-deficient code where nothing is banned, except denying himself pleasure. A time that forced him to be how he is now… Well that, and his cheating ex-girlfriend.

Now that he is older and has decided to lead the bachelor lifestyle of a bad boy billionaire, he simply hires people to do such mediocre tasks. Jackson chooses to use his hands for more sensual things—things he can conquer and then control. Of course, these things are women, but he would rather categorize them as objects that exist to satisfy a need.

                His need.

Some may describe him as an arrogant jerk, and he has absolutely no qualms accepting that assessment. Jackson no longer makes time for emotions and titles that women desperately seek. After all, he’s been there, done that, and he’d rather not face such heartache anymore. In his mind, there’s nothing wrong with being a tyrant in order to conquer his innermost desires.

Desires that are beginning to overwhelm him now that he has finally finished his good deed. He sits in the kitchen, staring at the current object of his prowess. He slips his long, brunette hair into a ponytail, then pours himself a cold drink from the carafe on the table. He sips the iced tea with lemon that his self-titled girlfriend, Tricia, made the night before as a reward for completing the yard work of her home. A home quite modest for his taste, considering it only has two bedrooms and no swimming pool. Things like that don’t matter to him because Jackson has one goal in mind…gratifying his sexual tensions whenever he feels like it. However, in order to get what he wants, this situation needs to be handled delicately.

His current curvaceous object has him feverishly tense. The sweat from his hard work glides down his face as he glares at her. She momentarily peeks back at him, causing her long ponytail to fling to the side just as he swipes the sweat from his brow.

“You look hot,” she acknowledges before bending at the waist in her tight blue jean shorts to retrieve a spare cloth from beneath the sink.

                She must be doing that on purpose, Jackson thinks as his dick begins to pulsate, making his gym shorts jolt. He watches her intently as she wets the cloth with cold water before bringing it over to him.

“This may help,” she says, handing it to him.

He takes the ice-cold cloth and admires her plump breasts, protruding from the top of her tight T-shirt. She maintains a daring stare as he blots his hot, damp skin with the material. The agonizing compulsion to be devoured exudes from her as she releases his gaze to strut away. The bounce of her round ass calls for him to follow closely behind.

                She’s playing a dangerous game. He contemplates letting her believe she has the upper hand. She can’t possibly believe that her roommate being in the next room will keep him from fucking the shit out of her.              “You think I won’t bend you over that counter?”

Astonished at his outburst, she swivels on her heels to face him.  “You wouldn’t dare,” she reprimands, but it sounds more like an invitation. Her fingers flutter to her neck and gently stroke the dip of her collar bone, drawing attention to her plump breasts.

Jackson stands abruptly, tossing the cloth on the kitchen table. Her body stills in anticipation of his next move. She watches him closely as he takes a final swig of iced tea before removing the white A-Shirt that has glued itself to the sweat on his body. He stands there, motionless, letting her eyes admire his perfect six-pack abs.

Her approving gaze stops at his pelvis. His shorts hang low at his hips. “What are you doing, Jackson?” she asks, instead of running.

                But does she really care?

Her heart begins to beat heavily against her chest, anticipating Jackson’s strong hands taking control of her body. Something she’s been craving as she sneakily watched Jackson work up a sweat in her front yard.

“Don’t you dare cower now.” He walks swiftly to her, trapping her against the kitchen counter and towering over her.

There’s no space between them, just unsurmountable sexual tension emanating from their heated bodies…and the threat of being seen rouses their hunger. He places his hands on either side of her waist as he stares through her. Jackson begins to thrust his pelvis against hers. His erection probing at her moistening middle. She struggles to remain frigid, frantically wanting to give into the temptations.  After all, she’s never been the voyeuristic type, but the thought of her roommate catching them only excites her more, not to mention Jackson’s intimidation has always turned her on.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she dares.

With a nefarious smile, he leans in closer, barely touching her lips. His warm, lemony breath bounces off her cocoa skin, causing her stomach to flutter. “Is that right?”

                Okay…maybe just a little, she thinks.

“Turn around,” he commands.

She stares nervously up at him, hesitant to move. She just can’t understand how Jackson controls her body with just the intimidation looming behind those fierce blue eyes.

“Do it!” he gripes through gritted teeth.

She immediately does as he say. He wastes no time grabbing her ponytail and wrapping it in his fists before pulling her head back against his shoulder. His erection grows beneath his shorts, as he slams his pelvis against her plump ass. His lips glide down the nape of her pulsating neck, barely touching her warm skin and taunting her thirst. He sinks his teeth into her heated skin while slithering his hand into her shorts. He grunts as he realizes she’s not wearing underwear.

He plays with her wet clit and whispers, “Hmmm.”

“Agh,” she whispers as her body falls limp like a marionette with his touch, readily giving into the dominance of her puppeteer.

“Giving in so easily?” he taunts. He bites harder into the flesh of her neck as he vigorously rubs her pussy, letting her juices coat his fingers.

“Agh!” she shouts.

“Quiet!” he roars as he hastily flips her around. He yanks her shorts to the floor and lifts her to his waist. “Don’t make a fucking sound.” He stares through her, waiting for her to acknowledge his demand before freeing his rod from his shorts and impaling her.

She digs into his back with her nails.  To silence her impending outburst, he devours her lips with his. She returns his fervor, shoving her tongue in his mouth. He sits her on the counter, leaning her back slightly. She holds on to his neck as he begins thrusting inside her pussy relentlessly. She groans into his mouth as her body continues to give into his relentless torture.

He yanks her head back by grabbing her ponytail, and with crippling, fierce blue eyes, stares down through her. She glances back at him, timidly enjoying his assault, as she reaches up to remove his hair from his ponytail. As his tendrils fall in front of his eyes, covering his beautiful face, she fists through it before pulling him down to her lips. She takes in these few moments of pure, unadulterated lust, enjoying the animalistic tongue thrashing as he plunges his engorged dick further… and further inside of her dripping folds. Her body quietly shouts as her orgasm begins to build.

He feels her reeling for release and throws her body down on the counter. He lifts her thighs over his arms for a steadier grip and continues to assail her, pulverizing her coyness with every ruthless thrash of his hips. Deeper and deeper… hammering every inch of himself into her. She grabs at her breasts, squeezing them as the pleasure rises from deep within her.

His nails dig into her thighs as he quietly gripes, “Give it to me!”

Her torso involuntarily lifts as her release begins to erupt through her. He covers her mouth just as she’s about to scream.

“Fuck!” she shouts muffled through his hand, as he thrusts quickly.

“Ugh!” he groans, as he pulls himself out of her warmth and releases on her stomach. He stands motionless, breathing heavily as he stares down at her pleased at his conquest. “Don’t move.” He walks over to the kitchen counter and wipes himself before putting his shirt back on. He then comes over to the sink to rinse the cloth off before cleaning his cum from her stomach. He never glances back at his latest object. Instead, he goes about business as usual. He runs the cloth in warm water once again before ringing it and tossing it in the trash.

As he walks back over to her, she lifts herself from the counter to stand and stares shamefully at the floor. He uses his finger to lift her head to face him. He puts his hair back into a ponytail before uttering, “Our secret.” He smiles wickedly before sealing their assumed deal with a forehead kiss and walks away leaving her standing there debased.

He doesn’t even bother taking a shower before heading to the bedroom to rest. After all, he’s already worked twice…quite hard, actually. He climbs in bed behind his self-proclaimed girlfriend just as she begins to stir. Still heavily worn from their late night romp.

“Did you do the work my roommate asked you to do, baby?” Tricia asks sleepily.

He smiles amorally. “I sure did…it was my good deed for the day,” he chuckles.

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Snippet from Arousing Inferno

The finale to the Arousing Series has finally published! Woohoo! It’s hard to believe that I’ve finished my first series, let alone completing three books! But, now it’s time to move on, somewhat, considering my next two books will be spin-offs from the series, haha!!

So, here’s quite a steamy snippet from Arousing Inferno. The Finale.

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He stands, pulling me up with him and gathering me in close. He kisses my lips softly, then lays his forehead against mine. “What am I going to do with you?” He sighs.

“Well…I have a few ideas,” I say, lifting one arm around his neck and using the palm of my other hand to massage his shaft through his pants. “You teased me earlier with your pecks, now it’s my turn to tease you.”
“Hmmm…I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says grabbing at my ass.
“Oh no?” I drop to my knees quickly, unzipping his pants. I pull his dick out so fast he couldn’t try to stop me if he wanted. I guess, I can still move with this belly.
“What the fu–“
Before he can finish, I take him into my mouth. I take my time with it, taking him all in as his shaft grows harder. He looks down at me in excitement as he watches me suck his erection in as far as possible. His “O” face turns me on further, causing me to want to satisfy him more. I suck his dick harder as if trying to get the last of a drink through a straw. He grabs at my braided ponytail, wrapping it around his fist and begins shoving himself into my mouth.
“Karisma…fuck!” he shouts as he continues to thrust himself in and out of me. He fucks my face faster, tightening his grip on my ponytail. “Agh!” he shouts as I feel his warm liquid squirt in my mouth and slide down my throat. He lifts me to my feet hurriedly and shoves his tongue in my mouth, ravenously kissing me. “See what three months of not fucking me did! Now you got me cumming all fast and shit!”

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Arousing Inferno. The Finale.

I started my publishing journey in 2016, with the release of Part One in the Arousing Series – “Arousing Consequences”. Not sure why I thought for one second, “Oh, this will be a cake walk”, because it WAS NOT. I obviously lost my marbles! It has been a long, exhausting and tearful road, with never-ending layovers of doubt. But, even though I’m able to close the chapter on my first series, I look forward to moving on with my writing career.

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Let’s Talk the Finale

Arousing Inferno begins right from the end of Arousing Secrets, the second book of the series. So needless to say, this drama needs to be read in order. Trust me, you don’t want to miss the twists and turns that will be sure to keep you on your toes…or getting so mad you “toss the book across the room” as reviewers have mentioned, lol. Hey, what’s a good book without some emotional connection?

All questions are answered, as well as constructing a plan to deal with the villain of the story, Thomas Malcolm.

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Of course, I don’t want to give too much away, so here’s the blurb:

Taking back control.
I’m sick of this! It’s been a year of secrets that have revealed themselves at the cost of my life. Who knew that meeting the man of my dreams…my future…the other half of my soul would uncover such turmoil. Turmoil that may be beyond our control, but our future can’t survive until the secrets of the past are diminished…or killed.
That secret being Thomas Malcolm.
That lowlife snake who has tried to destroy my father, Jackson, and me…my family. I’ve even had to kill someone because of him! I’m done with this. Done with letting Malcolm run our lives. Done living in fear. Done waiting for his next formidable move. It’s my turn. And I’m nobody’s pawn! It’s time to end him…end this…Inferno.

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Arousing Secrets Released!

Part Two of the Arousing Series is now available on Amazon!

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on November 27, 2017
Arousing Secrets: What’s Done in the Dark: An Erotic Suspense (The Arousing Series Book 2) By Cam Johns is an emotional ride that leaves you with a huge book hangover. This book picks up right where Karisma and Jackson left off in book one. Karisma can’t keep dealing with the secrets everyone around her seems to be keeping and Jackson can’t stop himself from protecting Karisma even if that means keeping things from her but is he willing to keep things secret if it pushes her away? These two deal with so many twist and turns in this mystery filled book. This author knows all the right ways to keep you on the edge of your seat while you’re left with feelings of heartbreak and heart warming moments. This story is just as amazing as book one. It’s beautifully written and well thought out with characters you love and root for from the sidelines. I couldn’t put this book down without knowing what was happening next and this author does suspense and mystery so well you get lost between real life and book world. The relationship between Karisma and Jackson is one that any person would wish to have. I give this book five stars and I anxiously wait for the next book to see where Karisma and Jackson takes us next.
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I decide to just let go and give into our bodies’ desire. I lean forward giving him my unspoken answer. He caresses my lips with his softly, barely touching. Everything melts away. We’re suddenly alone, clear-headed and nothing holding us back. It’s just us. He places my head in his hands and kisses me softly and slowly as if he wants to savor my touch…our intensity…our love. He massages my impatient lips perfectly against his. Oh, my. He slowly sneaks his tongue into my mouth and back out as he grabs at my ponytail and I fist in his hair. I’ve missed this. He just makes me feel sexy, and most important, loved. As he slows down his assault and kisses me on the corners of my mouth, he places his forehead against mine. With my head still in his hands, I look up at him as he stares down at me.

“You said you’d never leave me again.” He says quietly, his words slicing through me.

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Arousing Objections (Part Two)

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We’re face to face. He caresses his lips against mine, patiently waiting for me to accept his devotion. “Robert, I can’t do this. It’s a conflict now.” I say trying to fight the urge of my pulsating middle. He slides in closer, trapping me against the door. I have nowhere to go. Not that I wanted to anyway.

“No one would know baby.” Yes…you are an impeccable liar aren’t you? I push him back and face forward crossing my arms and legs. Not tonight buddy…not ever.

“I’m putting your ass in prison.” I say. He sighs putting his head in his hands. I can feel his desperation, but I ignore my consoling impulse to hold him. “Can I go now?”

“No.” He says simply before knocking on the car window three times. The lumberjacks get in and pull off right away.

“What the fu-…where are you taking me?” I ask slithering as far away from him as I could. He cocks his head to the side looking at me questioning my movements.

“Alex, I would never hurt you.”

“Too late jack ass!”

He takes a breath getting fed up with my insults no doubt. “I would never physically harm you. I need to show you something.” I stare at his hazel eyes as his sincerity beams back at me. Through me.  What the hell would he have to show me? Not having much choice, I relent. Besides, one giant snatched my purse and briefcase before throwing me back here. I cannot believe I’m getting kidnapped.

“Fine.” I say rolling my eyes facing forward, but his eyes spewing daggers overwhelms me. “What!” I shout.

“You’re so cute when you’re pissed.” No this motherfucker is not making fun of me. But that’s Robert. He always showed me how enticing my attitudes were to him. I blush thinking about how easy his touch soothes my chaos. His smiling eyes are replaced by a soft caress fracturing my icy façade. I turn my gaze from his breaking his spell, but he grabs my chin pulling me back to face him. “Come here.” He says. I stare at him knowing if I don’t do what he wants, he’ll just do it himself. I slither over staring at him as he slides the back of his hand down my face. His touch takes me back to when we met years ago. I had just started at the D.A.’s office, so I was in great spirits. On my way into the Assistant District Attorney’s office, I bumped into Robert as he was walking out.

 


“Excuse me.” I whisper admiring his tall intimidating demeanor.

“Robert Thoms.” He smiles extending his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Thoms. Alexandra Jones.” We continue to shake hands exchanging awkward smiles as the attraction to one another demands our attention. Wow, what’s happening right now?

“I’m sorry Mrs. Jones. I didn’t mean to hold you up.” He says releasing my hand but not my eyes.

“Mzzz Jones,” I correct him, “yes, I have a meeting.” I smile pointing to the Assistant District Attorney’s door he’s fortunately blocking.

“I guess I’ll see you around.” He steps to the side and heads down the hall. I watch him until he peeks back smiling. Oh my, what a beautiful chocolate man. Get it together girl. I smile back before heading into the office.

Hours later, I decide to have lunch outside. To my surprise, I see Mr. Thoms having what seems to be a heated debate with one of my colleagues. How are they acquainted? Why does my colleague look so timorous? Better yet, why is Thoms still here? When he sees me coming, he dismisses my colleague before walking toward me.

“Lunchtime?” He asks smiling as he approaches.

“Yes. How do you know Jason Mitchell?” I ask. He stares as if he’s not sure how to answer.

“We have business together.” His vague response only makes me more intrigued. Not one of my strong suits. “You mind if I join you?” I glare not sure why my dainty simplicity is appealing to his strong mysterious charm.

“I think I can handle that.” He smiles holding out his arm for me to take and leads me to the garden area in front of the building. Sitting he nods at two inconspicuous large men before giving me his undivided attention. I wonder what that was about? His compelling powerful disposition is captivating as I stare into his eyes wondering where he came from and why he’s here.

“Tell me everything.” He says smiling inching closer.

“I certainly can’t tell you everything about me in a half hour.” I say giggling.

“Well, take the rest of the day off.” He says nonchalant. Nervous energy causes me to laugh out loud. Once I see his straight face, I realize he’s very much serious.

“I can’t do that, I just started.”

“You sure? It’ll only take a phone call.” Who are you? It’s evident he’s the Carlito type, so should I have an escape plan? No, he seems harmless…to me.

“How about I just tell you what I can now, and the rest later.”

“I’m all ears Miss Jones.” He says with a generous smile.

 


“What the hell do you want from me?” I ask as he stares down into me.

“Did you ever think that maybe I didn’t do this?” He asks.

“Oh, you can’t be serious.” I say almost laughing…then I glance at his face. Oh, I don’t think he found that amusing at all. But his prints were on the murder weapon. “Are you saying you didn’t kill Jason?” He stares at me quietly before grabbing my hands, holding them between us. I decide not to fight him.

“Alex, I may have done some bad things, some to certain people, but I didn’t kill him.”

Just then we drive through a large iron gate that opens to a long road. Finally a large house appears before pulling into the underground parking structure. The large men get out and the driver opens Robert’s door. He grabs my hand to lead me out, but I snatch it back. He turns to face me furious. Oops…it’s obvious he’s had it with me now. He gets out of the truck dismissing the giants before turning to face me even more pissed.

“Get the fuck out! Now!” He roars through gritted teeth. I’ve never seen him this angry…with me anyway. I slide over cautiously, but once at the door he pulls me out, shuts the door and pushes me against it. His aggression should scare me…but it doesn’t. It always made my warmth flutter. “What the hell is your problem?” I hate that I want you to fuck me, I answer silently.

“You are!” I shout. He gets close leaning on the truck towering over me.

“What was I supposed to do? Tell you I’m a fucking criminal up front?” I glance at his boiling eyes confounded. He’s so close to my face daring me to make a move. I understand that’s not something he should disclose right away. But there is one thing.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were married?” I whisper. He closes his eyes a moment. When he reopens them, some of the frustration has left.

“Because I wanted you Ally. I still do.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yes. I am.” He leans in closer nuzzling my nose again grazing my lips with his. Why is his invasion mentally spreading my legs?

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re mine.” He leans in all the way kissing me hard, making it difficult to breathe. Before I can push him away he lifts my arms above my head, pressing his heavy muscular body against me, and I let him, giving into my darkest desire. He continues his assault as he gropes my plump bottom slowly lifting my skirt before backing up from my lips to catch his breath. No…come back, I think instantly. “Ally, I want you to stay with me tonight after I show you this.” I don’t respond. I can’t stay here. I shouldn’t even be here right now, he must want me disbarred or something. He kisses me once more then pulls me from the garage and into the hall of his large house. He clambers through the foyer and into his study before releasing my hand and walks over to the bookshelf. I didn’t even have time to admire his home considering it’s my first time here. “Listen, this is everything. The whole truth. I hope you’ll stay regardless of what’s behind here.”

“Just show me already.” He eyes me apprehensively before pulling one book down making the bookcase pop open. He slides the large bookcase door open revealing a secret room, which is too dark for me to see a thing. I stand at the opening as he walks in afraid of what he’s about to show me. When he flicks on the light inside the small room, I see everything. His truth. His lies. Everything. “You goddamn liar!”

 


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