It's official. I am a true bonafide Soccer Mom now.
My husband has volunteered to coach soccer for my son's team during the last month of summer and my son absolutely loves it. The first game, I had brought snacks for the kiddos and could immediately feel my inner goth teen die inside.
Still gonna keep rocking out to SpiritBox though.
In creator news I have a snippet to share that was a lot of fun to write, along with the cover for this short story that will have a lot of bite to it
"I keep hearing them. I keep hearing them! They won't stop, they won't stop fucking screaming!" Her fists clenched, nails taking strips of pale flesh with them as her finger curled, slamming ono his battered upper shoulders, "Shut up! shut up shut up shut the fuck up!"
Would he still have any fresh ivory skin for her to eviscerate? In the morning sun, would she still consider him beautiful enough to look at? Or would even his face have to to be hidden between her thighs for eternity?
He bit his lip, hiding his chuckle, "There's nothing here, sweetie. It's just you and me. I promise, only you and me." His hands, trembling, palmed her cheeks, leaning back so his deep sapphires eyes gazed into her the burning scarlet depths of her madness, "You're safe. You're safe now, sweetie."
The center of her brow knotted, her eyes squinting before closing as whatever terror haunting her forced a screech from her mouth, her teeth bared. Tristan only closed his eyes as her mouth clamped around his neck, pearly whites stained with rust as she bit down and shook back and forth. His scarred fingers ran through her hair, patting and kneading her scalp under flaming curls as his nerves screamed in a mix of absolute heaven and hell.
Yes, this was going to be a long night!
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Charles Carter. The guy next door with global political ambitions.
Few things about Charles… He is charming. He is the "boy next door." He is absolutely ruthless, behind closed doors.
His PR team told him he must have a wife if he wants to accelerate his political career. Charles Carter is everything I was warned about. Under his perfect facade lies a man who thrives on control, manipulation, and darkness. I was chosen to be his “perfect wife,” the woman to complete his public image. But from the moment we met, he made it clear: he would take more than my hand—he would take all of me. But I’m not the fragile doll he thinks I am. I have my own secrets. Secrets that are far darker than the games he plays.
He tries to break me, to test my limits. Yet, with every cruel touch, I find myself drawn to him. He’s cold, controlling, and possessive. But I can’t deny the fire he ignites in me—or the temptation to give in to his demands. When a blackmailer threatens to expose my past, Charles digs deeper, unearthing the truth I’ve fought to keep hidden. Now, I stand at a crossroads. And Charles also has secret. Deep. Dark. Secrets.
Do I trust the man who could destroy me to protect my secret? Or do I run from the husband who already owns my body—and maybe even my heart?
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Hope you enjoyed reading this week and found an amazing book or two to read this week!
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