| Author: | Eliza Stout | ISBN: | 1230000230102 |
| Publisher: | Eliza Stout | Publication: | April 1, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Eliza Stout |
| ISBN: | 1230000230102 |
| Publisher: | Eliza Stout |
| Publication: | April 1, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Tara has seen the realities of the lifestyle she's chosen to involve herself in first hand and now she must deal with the consequences.
Her desire for the handsome and charming Anthony DiSorrento has never been more powerful, however, even when a new face enters the picture.
She quickly finds herself in a position in which she is forced to reconcile her passion with the realities of the world she now lives in.
WARNING: This story contains exhilaratingly sexy & graphic scenes. It is intended for mature audiences only!
Excerpt:
It was difficult getting on with my morning routine with all that had happened in mind, but I set to it nonetheless. I made breakfast. I fed Tom and changed his litter. I picked up my trash from the day before. The routine stuff was tough, but mechanical enough that I could put myself on autopilot anyway. When I had run out of chores, however, I tried to get on with a painting that I had left off in the middle of, only to find that I couldn’t concentrate on it at all. As I was putting away my brushes in disgust, my cell phone began to ring and vibrate from the night stand by my bed. I slowly made my way across the room and answered it.
“Hello?” I said, my voice hauntingly weary.
“Tara, it’s Sal. Are you doing alright? I told you I would call and check on you.”
“Yes. I’m fine. Thank you.”
“Alright. Good. I just left the hospital a few minutes ago. Tony’s good. He’s stable. The doctors say he’ll be alright.”
“So I can see him?”
“Erm… no.”
“What do you mean no? You said he’s doing better. Why can’t I see him?”
“You just can’t. I already told you this. You can see him when he gets out.”
I hung up the phone and threw it across the room. That was bullshit. He had told me that he loved me and I was starting to think that I felt the same way about him. I was going to see him and no stupid mobster wanna-be lug was going to keep me from doing that. I quickly got dressed and grabbed my purse and then set out immediately towards the hospital.
Tara has seen the realities of the lifestyle she's chosen to involve herself in first hand and now she must deal with the consequences.
Her desire for the handsome and charming Anthony DiSorrento has never been more powerful, however, even when a new face enters the picture.
She quickly finds herself in a position in which she is forced to reconcile her passion with the realities of the world she now lives in.
WARNING: This story contains exhilaratingly sexy & graphic scenes. It is intended for mature audiences only!
Excerpt:
It was difficult getting on with my morning routine with all that had happened in mind, but I set to it nonetheless. I made breakfast. I fed Tom and changed his litter. I picked up my trash from the day before. The routine stuff was tough, but mechanical enough that I could put myself on autopilot anyway. When I had run out of chores, however, I tried to get on with a painting that I had left off in the middle of, only to find that I couldn’t concentrate on it at all. As I was putting away my brushes in disgust, my cell phone began to ring and vibrate from the night stand by my bed. I slowly made my way across the room and answered it.
“Hello?” I said, my voice hauntingly weary.
“Tara, it’s Sal. Are you doing alright? I told you I would call and check on you.”
“Yes. I’m fine. Thank you.”
“Alright. Good. I just left the hospital a few minutes ago. Tony’s good. He’s stable. The doctors say he’ll be alright.”
“So I can see him?”
“Erm… no.”
“What do you mean no? You said he’s doing better. Why can’t I see him?”
“You just can’t. I already told you this. You can see him when he gets out.”
I hung up the phone and threw it across the room. That was bullshit. He had told me that he loved me and I was starting to think that I felt the same way about him. I was going to see him and no stupid mobster wanna-be lug was going to keep me from doing that. I quickly got dressed and grabbed my purse and then set out immediately towards the hospital.
