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The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty
Awakening the Virgin: True Tales of Seduction
Mona Lisa Awakening
Mona Lisa Blossoming
Mona Lisa Craving
Mona Lisa Darkening
Lucinda, Darkly
Beg for It
Beg For It
Master of Mine
Howling Sacrifices
Interview With the Vampire
Midnight Blue: The Sonja Blue Collection
Full Moon Rising
Kissing Sin
Dangerous Games
Tempting Evil
The Darkest Kiss
Embraced By Darkness
Deadly Desire

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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Destructive Release

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Book Title: Destructive Release Author: L.U. Ann Genre: Fact-based fiction Release Date: July 23, 2014 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Destructive Release: A Destructive Novel Destructive Release is the third and final book in A Destructive Novel Series and picks up where Destructive Choices left off. A beautiful pearl is created from the smallest grain of sand. My fingers trace a pattern in the sand, how can something so precious come from something so painful? Grief-stricken, Lacey realizes reality has caught up to her. She was silent, but it kept her trapped as if she was a frightened little girl. When Lacey finally speaks up, secrets are uncovered that will forever haunt her. She made choices, but they seemed to only hurt those she loved. When Lacey tries to stand up for herself, she is confronted with a choice. A choice she will be forced to live with for the rest of her life. If life hands you more grief than happiness, what will it take to move on? When the guilt of letting someone down consumes you? Drowning in her sorrow, will she be able to pull through her inner demons to obtain happiness? Meet the Author Author L.U. Ann moved to Colorado from the Eastern Shore of Maryland with her husband and two children. Life in Colorado is so much different. In Maryland, you would find her in the garden tending to her vegetables and flowers, sea glass and shark tooth hunting once a week, and enjoying the kids swimming in the backyard. Her life took a drastic change when her family moved to their own “Little House on the Prairie" at an elevation of over 6,000 feet above sea level, and a semi-arid climate that makes it hard to grow anything. While barely anything can grow where she resides now, the wildlife makes up for it. Mountain Lions, and coyotes, and rattlesnakes, oh my! She tries to spend a little time each day writing, but domestic chores around the house usually take precedence. She would much rather hide them from her husband. She tends to her loving four-legged children who at times become much too demanding when she locks herself in the office. This often results in MORE domestic work, and she finds herself cleaning up after their deviant behavior. At night, you’ll find her begging the kids to go to bed so that she can catch up on the latest book before her sister can. Yes, she is an avid reader who escapes her chaotic but wonderful home to the feisty depths of romance land in search of her newest book boyfriend. Shh, don’t tell her husband. She is an artist by the grace of God. She worked as a set designer for six years, helping establish a local children's theatre where she was the scenery artist, set, and prop designer. Before that, you would find her covered in paint, so engrossed in painting a mural that time didn't exist. Graphic design is her guilty pleasure. Destructive Choices is the second book in The Destructive Series. Each book will hit its reader with lots of angst hoping for a happily ever after. Destructive Release Teaser #1 Scared Woman
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Tethered by Pippa Jay

Author Interview Questions:
1. How did you start writing romance? By accident! No, really. I wrote and queried what I described as a science fiction adventure. It took a couple of my author friends beating me around the head with 'this is a ROMANCE, duh!' before I accepted it. Now I can't seem to keep the romance out of my stories.
2. Plotter or pantster? Pantster.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk? Right now I don't use a desk, and my old desk is currently sporting a massive collection of…um…junk. But in order of priority, it would have been my computer, a notepad and a huge pot of pens, most of which probably don't work.
4. Favorite food? All of them? Um, chocolate.
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you? Tethered is a space opera, a little like Fifth Element meets Star Wars. It's the far future and humans have left Earth, to spread out to various planets and diversify, as well as meeting new races. But at this point in time they are on the verge of war with the Tier-vane, a ferocious species of feline who'd quite like humanity to die out. Negotiations are being sabotaged, and the chance of peace rests on Zander, a scarred human diplomat, and Tyree, a cloned Su assassin pretending to be her murdered sibling in order to sign the new treaty. Out of my two main characters, it was Tyree who really drove the story. She's such a strong, feisty character, and yet a little bit vulnerable and naive underneath because of her secluded upbringing. She spends a lot of the story confused because she's being required to do things totally outside her comfort zone, and to get along with a race of people she normally gets assigned to bump off.
6. I write because I just can't stop.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about? I love to write about tortured souls, the more anguished the better. Bwahahaaa!
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote? I think it's for the book I currently have going through edits – a superhero romance. Originally it didn't have any at all. But I have the hero carry the heroine to his room and strip her slowly. That was kind of hot.
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field? Read plenty of it before attempting to write it. And please, don't use some of the cringe-worthy euphemisms for various body parts, unless they are appropriate to your setting, say for a historical romance. You can Google advice on what kind of words not to use.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon? My next release is a YA supernatural novella, Restless In Peaceville, but I also have a paranormal short coming out in October, a superhero romance sometime before the end of the year, and I'm working on a bad angel story for a holiday season collection.

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A stay-at-home mum of three who spent twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay bases her stories on a lifetime addiction to science-fiction books and films. Somewhere along the line a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moments trying to learn guitar, indulging in freestyle street dance and drinking high-caffeine coffee. Although happily settled in historical Colchester in the UK with her husband of 20 years, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.
Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the SFR Brigade, a community of science fiction romance authors and publishing professionals committed to writing and promoting the very best in the genre.

Book blurb:

She can kill with a kiss. But can assassin Tyree also heal one man's grief, and bring peace to a galaxy threatened by war?

For Tyree of the Su, being an assassin isn't simply something she was trained for. It's the sole reason for her existence. A genetically enhanced clone--one of many in Refuge--she's about to learn her secluded lifestyle, and that of all her kind, is under threat by a race capable of neutralizing their special talents to leave them defenseless.

For Zander D'joren, being a diplomat has not only cost him his appearance, but also the love of his life. Scarred, grieving, he must nonetheless continue in his role as co-delegate to the fearsome Tier-vane or risk a conflict that could only end one way.

Now both of them need to keep each other alive and maintain a perilous deception long enough to renegotiate the treaty with the Tier-vane, or throw their people into a war that could wipe out Terrans and Inc-Su alike. But there's more at stake than humanity, whether true or modified. Can the love growing between them save them both? Or merely hasten their destruction?

Book excerpt:
Tyree gazed at her image with a sensation akin to horror. That wasn't her. She'd never looked like this. Like some gloss painted, surgically enhanced Skiv putting herself up for sale.
She touched the elaborate coils of her hair in wonder, watching the alien reflection do the same.
"Is it to your liking, my lady?" Visaya asked, her voice quivering.
"I...I've never worn it up like this." Tyree continued to stare.
"It was how the Lady Mirsee liked it." The woman's voice broke, and she sniffed. Tyree turned to look at her, stunned to see tears flowing down the attendant's face. Was she so offended by Tyree's reaction?
"I didn't mean to be rude." The apology snagged in her throat. It was a first, but in this situation she didn't want to make too many mistakes around these humans.
"No, lady, it is not that. It is very strange to see another in my lady's clothes. Someone so alike, and yet you are not her."
"It freaks you out a bit?" Tyree stared at her reflection again. "Yeah, I can understand that feeling."
Visaya sobbed harder, and discomfort ran down Tyree's spine. What was the woman so upset about? Su never cried, and certainly never mourned anyone. Talented Inc-Su could be cloned again, and there were few emotional attachments in Refuge.
"Do you miss Mirsee?"
Visaya wiped her eyes. "She was a great lady. And we grieve for the master's loss."
Hmm. The master, huh?
Tyree straightened. It might be his title, but Zander D'joren was no master of hers. Not even if he Tethered her.
"Then perhaps it's time I met him. I'm sure he'll want to see how I compare."
And a visual comparison is all he'll be making, or I'll snatch the aura right out of him.
Visaya gestured to the door. "This way, my lady."

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Curve My Song

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Book Title: Curve My Song (The Curvies, Book 1) Author: Sarah Gai Genre: Contemporary Romance, Chick Lit, Plus Size (novella) Release Date: May 12, 2014 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Follow the amazing plus size trio, The Curvies, as they find love, drama, tears, laughs and a song to match every situation. Bree Carson loves her life, friends and little town, but something is missing. Taylor Cole returns home after ten years and old flames reignite. Can he break through Bree’s walls? This book is the first in a three novella set following the lives of three curvy best friends: Bree, Elise and Skyla. This book follows Bree and her life as she fumbles her way through letting down walls and letting love in. With a lot of laughs and a little drama it introduces the readers to the rest of the characters leading into the second book, which builds up suspense for the third and final installment.
Meet the Author Sarah Gai is the author of The Curvies series. Living in Victoria Australia. As a devoted wife and mother of three, when Sarah is not writing she will be found reading in a quiet corner somewhere or out for coffee with her own real life Curvies. Being a busy mum she was always trying to find a quick and fun read to squeeze in and that is when the idea for the three novella set sparked into her mind. Wanting to write for all the women out there who want a good short read about strong friendships, romance and body positive, love the skin you're in kind of fiction. Social Links
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Monday, July 21, 2014

The Forest Bull Promo Blitz

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Three lovers. Two immortals. One mystery. When Ring Hardigan isn’t making sandwiches for, and with, his two partners, Waleska and Risa (they’re cool like that), he’s got a busy schedule doing the dirty work of sending immortals to the ever after. Wally and Risa provide linguistics, logistics, and finding the right place for him and his knife. A reclusive Baron from the timelost forests of Europe asks for their help—find a stolen collection of jewelry, and find the thief—his daughter Elizabeth, an immortal of purest evil who wants nothing less than control of Hell itself. With the help of a 2400 year old succubus hooker named Delphine, they might just live long enough to what is evil, who is human, and exactly who wants to reign in hell.
Beauty is indeed a good gift of God; but that the good may not think it a great good, God dispenses it even to the wicked. - Saint Augustine
Elizabeth stood with her elegant silhouette backlit by the city at night. One hand absently held an empty champagne flute; the other toyed with the heavy curtains that framed a view of the heart of Paris. Her brown eyes lingered over the city as she stretched her sculptured body in a feline motion that sent black hair falling down her snowy back in a silken rush. Over her shoulder, on the edge of the tangled bed, the girl dressed, pulling boots on her long legs. She was tall, young, and radiant, possibly Czech, a honey blonde in her late teens. Her looks were natural and fresh, but unfinished, where Elizabeth was a classic dark beauty with a commanding presence that only breeding and maturity could grant. Money could buy the appearance of wealth but not the assurance to wear it like a second skin. The girl’s beauty would command the eyes of men wherever she went, but Elizabeth’s would bend their will even as she entered a room. Even a fool could see that the blood of kings flowed in her veins. Standing in heels, the girl met Elizabeth’s height, eye to eye. Around the women, furniture of rich wood gleamed with the luster of wealth. Upholstery, flawless from disuse, covered the beautifully framed items that were tastefully scattered across the rooms. Each room of the suite spoke of money and taste. Even the single lamp that threw muted light from the corner was a model of understated style. The immediate area was in the disarray of harried intimacy. An empty wine bottle, berries on a bone china tray, and the scent of perfume and damp linen testified to the activity of the previous night. At least some Europeans still respected a Do Not Disturb sign, regardless of noise. The sign had also allowed them to sleep the day away, a dreamless sleep of joyous exhaustion. She looked at the girl, who now had her luggage near the door.
“Before you go, are you ready? Do you need anything?”
In the girl’s purse rested a first class ticket to Miami and credit cards, all with no limit. Elizabeth’s tone was light but warm. The girl reddened slightly from the remembrance of the previous week and the life that she was about to begin. She was also flushed from her internal struggle as her body began to change.
“No, I have everything. Thank you. Thank you a thousand times. This is . . . ,” she trailed off as Elizabeth gave the smallest of frowns.
“Something is missing. Here. This.” She held the girl’s hand and slipped a delicate ring on her finger. The diamond was framed on either side by a strange stone deeper than oxblood. Light swirls of silky color danced in the gems. The antique platinum setting was graceful and worn, like an heirloom.
“I cannot -,” the girl started.
Elizabeth shook her head slowly. “It was my daughter’s. Wear it, and, when you have a daughter you love, give it to her.”
To a girl of such youth and beauty, children were far away where she was going.
“But what if I have no daughter?” she asked. Elizabeth looked briefly at the window.
“Petra, your life will be one of gifts, giving. And receiving. Men will want you. They will try to own you. All of them, drunk with lust, an endless line of their eyes shining with greed,” Elizabeth gave a wintry smile. “You will appeal to their vanity even as they feed you. Savor it. There is no other feeling like it.”
She kissed the girl on the cheek in dismissal and turned to the champagne bottle settling in the silver urn. “Whether you want to or not, you will be a mother of sorts. Many daughters, I think. And when you find one who meets your mettle, you will give her the ring as a gift. In the meantime, the gift you will give is yourself.”
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terryBorn in 1968, I discovered fishing shortly after walking, a boon, considering I lived in South Florida. After a brief move to Kentucky, my family trekked back to the Sunshine State. I had the good fortune to attend high school in idyllic upstate New York, where I learned about a mythical substance known as "snow". After two or three failed attempts at college, I bought a bar. That was fun because I love beer, but, then, I eventually met someone smarter than me (a common event), and, in this case, she married me and convinced me to go back to school--which I did, with enthusiasm. I earned a Master's Degree in History and rediscovered my love for writing. My novels explore dark fantasy, immortality, and the nature of love as we know it. I live near Nashville, Tennessee, with the aforementioned wife, son, and herd, and, when I'm not writing, I teach history, grow wildly enthusiastic tomato plants, and restore my 1967 Mustang.
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Miss Simpkin's School: Jane

Molly Simpkins' School for Seduction has helped many ladies of the ton to achieve their hearts desires, so helping Lady Jane Nicholby ought to be easy.
However, this young widow's deep, dark secret means she can never remarry for fear of the scandal it would cause. Widows are not supposed to be virgins, after all.
Fortunately, Molly knows just the person to help her change this state of affairs. Persuading Luke De Freitas to fall in with her plans, though, will require all of her considerable skill.

A spot of blackmail should do the trick quite nicely...

Jane let Luke lead her from the sitting room into the bedchamber. The bed itself, an overlarge four poster, seemed to dominate the room and the intricate crisscross of silken ropes and ties were, to her mind, excessive. She liked simple plain lines. Not at all the fashion of the day, but then Jane had never been one to follow fashion. Luke caught her gaze.
"I find it exciting to bind my companion's hands and perhaps her body," he said in the same tone he might use to admit he enjoyed a glass of port or a day's riding to hounds. "Only if she's willing, of course." His look was speculative and Jane ignored the dampness between her thighs. The only times she'd ever experience that feeling was with the help of a specially crafted darning mushroom, that had never been near a sock or a hank of wool.
"Of course," she said in the same tone. "And are they?"
"Well, you tell me." Luke set one of the ropes swinging. "I'm not a mind reader, mores the pity."
"I intend to walk before I run, or swing," Jane said and turned into his arms.
Luke held her close, and she enjoyed the feeling of rightness. "Then a cuddle it is. Do you need—" He gestured to the door leading to the bathing chamber. "Everything is in there."
The heat of a blush prickled her skin. "Please? Oh, and my nightrail?"
"Not needed. There's a robe in there for you to wear until you come to bed. I'm going to use the bathing chamber across the hall, and meet you back here. I'm a modern man. I bathe and expect my guests to do so after a day's hunting. We smell, the dogs smell, and I have no intention of my house smelling as well. Cleanliness is next to godliness, and I need all the help I can get." He went out of the room whistling, and Jane chuckled as she made use of the facilities.
She eyed the robe that was indeed waiting for her. It was almost transparent. A robe for a lover. Had he really put it there with her in mind? She took a deep breath, wrapped it tightly around her body, and hurried into the bedchamber. To her relief, she was there before Luke and scrambled into bed, still wearing the robe. It might not afford much protection, but the illusion helped her.
Should she stretch out or sit up? Pull the covers up tight around her neck or strive for nonchalance and let them sit looser? Really it was so complicated.
The door opened and her mouth went dry as Luke reentered. Water droplets still clung to his hair, and he ran his hands through it in an effort to dry it. He was dressed in a banyan and as far as she could tell nothing else. The thin material clung to his damp body, and defined every muscle and sinew. It tented over his cock, which even as she stared pushed even more at the material.
Luke saw where she was looking and grinned. "My imagination on seeing you in my bed went into overdrive, and therefore so did my—er…" He gestured downward.
Jane gulped. Really it was way too late to act the prude. She rushed into speech before he could finish his words. "Your 'er' is pleased to see me?" she asked.
Luke gave a delighted shout of laughter. "Oh yes, even wrapped up like a mummy you entice and enchant."
"That's doing it a bit too brown, Luke," Jane said, although a thrill of excitement coursed through her at his words. "I'm an overweight, widowed virgin of thirty five, not a young deb."
"And I thank the lord for that." Luke pulled the banyan over his head as he stood, seeming unconcerned by his magnificent nudity, before he turned back the covers on one side of the bed. "Except you are not overweight, but a perfect handful for a man to hold and caress. Move over unless you want me to stretch out on top of you? I think that's missing a step, but I'm game if you are?" His light tone showed her he was kidding.
Or she thought he was. Jane slid further away from him until she hit the edge of the bed.
"Not that far, woman. I want to feel every inch of your beautiful curvy thank the lord non-deb body, not fresh air. I like something warm and womanly to hold on to. Come here." Luke tugged on the edge of her robe, and pulled her toward him. She met his body with a thump, and his cock waved its greeting. Jane gave a silly, breathy giggle as he began to walk his fingers over the cloth, bunching it up and away from her body as he did so.
His fingers stroked the side of her breast and she squirmed.
"Ticklish?" There was a wicked twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes, no... argh you..." Jane did her best to inch away, but Luke pinned her arms to her sides and before she understood what he was doing, slipped her gown down them, and somehow had her naked before she could blink.
"How on earth did you do that?" she asked, genuinely interested.
"Practice, and no. I'm not telling you who on. That part of my life is over. I've turned over a new leaf. I'm a reformed character."
"One who is about to deflower a virgin," Jane reminded him with a smile.
"Only one virgin, and then I'll stick to an experienced woman," Luke said.
His words hit her as surely as if he'd used a stick. So she wasn't what he wanted. Why did it matter so?
Because I want him to want me, only me. The regret she'd had when he offered her carte blanche and she'd refused came back multiplied. Luke's was the face she imagined, and the body she fantasized over when she pleasured herself. She tried to move away, but he rolled on top of her and pinned her between his legs. His staff rubbed her belly and she felt the wetness that leaked from it. No doubt her quim and channel were as damp.
"Tell me now, Jane; do I stop or do I make you into that experienced woman now? My experienced woman." His voice was strained. "I swear once I take you I won't let you go. You'll be mine however and whatever else happens. God, I've wanted you ever since I saw you at Nic's when we were at Cambridge and oh fuck, say yes, please say yes." He ground his cock into her belly and then lifted himself so it teased her cunt.
"Yes." She nipped the first bit of skin she could get to. His ear. It would have to do until she could nip, kiss, and touch the rest of him. He wants me; he wants me, not just anyone, but me. Jane lifted her legs and circled his waist. The movement inched his cock just inside her channel. His sweat-slicked torso rubbed her breasts, and the hairs on his chest tickled her. She tightened her legs, in the hope his cock would move even further into her, but he held back and lifted his head to stare at her. "Yes, and yes."
"Eh?" Luke looked as astounded as she'd felt at his words.
"Yes, for fuck's sake, fuck me. And now before I lose my courage."

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A multi-published author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

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Born on the mystical day of October 30th in the not so mystical lands of Mexico City, Claudia grew up with a childhood that resembled a caffeine-injected soap opera. Seventeen years ago she ventured to the lands of her techie husband—a.k.a. the U.S.—with their offspring to start a new adventure. She now lives in Colorado working as a CFO for a small IT company, managing her household filled with three confused dogs, said nerd husband, two daughters wrought with fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.
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What’s the best thing about being an author? I enjoy playing with the character’s lives delineating their outcome and in my own world making things better… or worse. Are you inspired by any particular books or authors? I think I have the influence of every author and book I ever read, trying to pinpoint a specific one is hard. What are your must have writing accessories? Wireless keyboard, tea and music. What advice would you give aspiring writers? Don’t give up, write, write, write and write. If you could work with any author who would it be? Oscar Wilde What sort of books do you personally enjoy to read? Like music, I’ve eclectic taste. I enjoy about every genre—except horror, I’ve read only a few of those in my life time. If you were writing a book about your life, what would the title be? Unbelievable, it can only happen to me! Tell us a little about Next to You? Next To You is the sequel to Where Life Takes You, it starts right after the first book ended. This book is written from Daniel’s POV, as oppose as WLTY where we follow the story from Becca’s side. Daniel tells you what is life without his best friend, his own healing journey and happiness. What traits do you and Becca have in common? My love for chocolate Who designed the book cover? Damonza What was the hardest part of writing the book? Writing the entire book from the perspective of Daniel, and making the decision to cut the number of letters between Dan and Becca. We didn’t want the reader to fall asleep after letter number 10. Can you share a little of your current work with us? Standing By, the second book of the Knight series; to be released around mid-September and I’m working on a new Sci-Fi Nix Terra. Synopsis
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Him …I need time. Time to heal those wings and learn to use them… Was part of the letter Rebecca Trent, Daniel Brightmore’s fiancée and best friend left when she ran away. The person he trusted the most for the past decade disappeared without giving him a second glance. She taught him how to love, believe in family and that everyone deserves a happily ever after. Now he’s struggling between wiping any traces of her from his life and drowning his sorrows away with the help of his new best friends—Don Julio and Jack Daniels. Her Rebecca’s past suffocated her to the point of not wanting to continue, her lifeline and the only reason to live began to withdraw from her. She wished it had been her imagination, but heard it loud and clear: “If not, there’s always a divorce, nothing is forever.” This time it became a leave or die situation. Something has got to change—she had to change. Packing light and leaving a letter behind, she takes a journey that can help her find herself through the shards of her painful childhood. As letters, memories and stories are exchanged, two once inseparable people reconcile what’s left of their relationship. Beyond the confines of everything they built together, they’re left with two lonely people searching for what it means to be whole. Will they find meaning under their bruised psyches or will their pasts get the better of them? Teaser 2 excerpt As I step outside the elevator and come close to my office, Betsy my efficient fifty some year old assistant with the pressed tailored suit and blond bob opens her eyes wide. She straightens her posture and I know her back stiffens right when I reach her desk, though she says nothing. The grimace on her face feels like a judgment and some part of me wants to apologize, though the rest of me wins and I choose to ignore her. “Coffee Sir?” she asks as I take the messages from the tray on the left corner of her desk where she usually leaves them in the morning without answering. “Mr. Brightmore.” She clears her throat and finally stops typing. “Dr. Vadapalli called earlier and asked me to send you home if you came by. You need to rest.” A grunt escapes me, home… there’s no fucking home. My new address is down the block in the Presidential suite of one of the hotels I own, but I refrain from giving her those specifics since she knows them well enough. “Raj Vadapalli isn’t the one running this company,” I remind her while reading through my messages. “As I recall, I’m the one who signs your paycheck.” Ty, Buddy, Raj and Ashley have left messages, all of them telling me to go home. Call them, they are here for me. It has been four days. Four fucking days since I came home to find the letter on top of her pillow with the pink diamond ring next to it, saying ‘goodbye, have a fucking nice life.’ Fucking bitch. “Shh,” Betsy hisses while setting her index finger on top of her lips, like a school librarian chiding a child. “Mr. Brightmore, are you drunk again?” “Nope,” I answer standing up as straight as I can. “Again would imply that I let the buzz go, and I won’t… Hold my calls.” I bang her desk a couple of times with the crystal paperweight that reads employee of the year. It was a present from Rebecca to her. “I’m in the mood to destroy a company or two.” After that, I head into my office, but stop right in the threshold. “Did you cancel the wedding?” A question I had been meaning to ask yesterday… or whenever Raj sent me home. Unlike today, when he said I needed to be responsible. “Because she said no wedding.” I place a hand inside my pants pocket and fidget with the ring she returned. “How stupid is that? You know, I have women throwing themselves at my feet on a daily basis. Women who are more willing to do whatever shit I tell them to do. Anyone would do anything to be Mrs. Brightmore… and she dumped me.” Betsy doesn’t seem to assimilate it quiet yet. That makes me say it louder. “She dumped me.” There’s no response from her part and I walk back to her desk and grab the phone handle, then press the keys to access the company speaker and say it again. This time separating the words, so they sink in. “Rebecca. Trent. Dumped. Me.” Social Links
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