Monday, January 15, 2018

Avarice Collection - by A C Melody with Review


Title: Avarice Collection
Subtitle: Hell on Earth Box Set
Series: Hell on Earth (books 1-3 + Bonus Materials)
Author: A.C. Melody
Genre: Dark Erotic/BDSM/Paranormal
Length: 436 pages


Devils Only.

It was a permanent note-to-self right above her panties, because anything less was a disappointment. She never meant it as an invitation...

Avarice is what makes the world go round, and Kameo Kross never cared to be an exception to the rule. Her sole ambition is to avoid joining the ranks of New York's poorest denizens. Between a bastard of a new boss and a Dom who tempts her darkest, depraved needs, Kami reevaluates her goal for sanity's sake. She doesn't fear pain, death or eternal damnation, but the idea of submitting completely has her itching to run.

Unforgiving, destiny's twisted plot thrusts Kami into a world she'd never feared existed, and the crosshairs of an enemy threatening to expose all of her shameful secrets to the media. As her life is completely altered, good versus evil becomes a matter all too personal. Yet, nothing's more difficult than facing the truths of her heart, and finding the courage to embrace the kind of submission she's always longed for.

Unleashed in a hailstorm of fury, Hell will come for those seeking glory from Kami's missteps and she'll face off with the Devil, himself, to get what she's finally accepted as hers to have: Happiness. As the calendar races toward Beltane, sordid plots of single-minded obsession and greed continue to thwart their eternal bliss, but the real challenge awaits in the aftermath of retribution. Can Kami and her Master find some semblance of redemption in one another at last, or will the demon within change everything?


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Review by Barbara

Just WOW! This collection has gotten under my skin. I picked this up thinking it was going to be a good Dark Read. Which it was but it was so much more. The plot is intertwined with a mysterious paranormal aspect that will keep the reader on their toes. I don't do spoilers so I won't get heavily into the plot but trust me when I say the author has a wonderfully twisted way with a pen (and I mean that in a very good way).

The story follows Kameo's life. She was born to a druggie that died giving her birth but before she died she had the strength to write "kill it" in blood on the wall of the alley where she gave birth. Kami believes she is destined to be unworthy especially in love and sex (she his always left unsatisfied like something is missing) even when she turns to kink and craves the pleasure of pain. Kami is completely fearless and always speaks her mind. But when she gets hired to be a PA for a sexy dominate man, Saph, that seems to know what she's thinking before she does, things start to go terribly wrong or right depending on who's side you look at it from. The story is absolutely mind blowing and toe curling. As I read along I became more and more entranced with Kami and Saph. Their connection is phenomenal. The author will take you on a whirlwind of a ride as Kami and Saph get closer and closer to her demon’s arrival (yes I said her DEMON’S Arrival). 

This very erotic journey will literally take to you to hell and back and have you loving every minute of it (except the times you’ll worrying your butt off wondering what’s going to happen next).. To the Author I would like to say 2 Thumbs up for a great job and this readers truly hopes you write more stories in this genre and if wishes came true, stories with some of Saph and Kami’s friends & family would be in the mix.


            His wet fingers abandoned the inside of her throat, cupping the curve of her jaw, and his mouth crushed down on hers.
            It was a whole new kind of oral sex. That was the only way to describe the aggressive, needy assault. His tongue thrust as his lips dominated hers harder and greedier, like there was some kind of climax waiting for him at the end. A preview of his skills, or a promise that it would be the only way he would invade her body, no matter which part of himself he was using? Regardless, it was ferocious, filthy, and the best damn kiss Kami had ever experienced.
            She could feel his mask bumping alongside her temple, as if he'd turned the bull snout to the side, but that meant his face was still mostly covered. He must not trust the blindfolds. Did that mean he wasn't planning on removing the mask at all? Kami hoped not. She wanted him to keep it on. That way her imagination could continue filling in the blanks the way she wanted them, rather than chance being disappointed by reality. She didn't care how damn shallow that made her. This was her night, and it was already panning out better than any Halloween before it, so no. She didn't want anything to ruin it.
            "Mmm, you taste foolishly brave," he groaned quietly as he licked and nibbled at her lips, diving back in for one last devastating kiss.
            Settling back in the seat, he returned the mask to its rightful place and forced her down onto her knees again. His thumb picked up its previous stroking over her lips, but when her bound wrists slid down the hard plane of his stomach and into his lap, there was no mistaking the bulging line of his erection. The feel of it had her lust spreading hotter, dampening her panties with desperate anticipation.
            She earned a soft mocking laugh when she started rubbing her arms over the steely line.
            "You like knowing what you do to my cock, demon? How hard you make it just by choking on my fingers?" he asked. "Is that what you were hoping to accomplish while you were dancing for me?"
            If he was trying to embarrass her with that insight, he was going to be disappointed. Knowing he knew, that he'd been aware, only turned her on more.
            "No, but it's a start," she replied.
            He laughed appreciatively at that, and it was far more sinister than his mocking laugh. "Ambition and Greed go hand-and-hand, little one. As you said, it's a start."
            He wanted her to be greedy? He probably shouldn't have told her that. Before she could reply, the limo slowed to a stop, reigniting the thrill of uncertainty. When the driver opened the door, her bull man climbed out first, then reached inside and hauled her out by the waist.
            Once she was on her feet, he grabbed her bound wrists and started leading her across old asphalt. Her heels clicked and wobbled in the rough patches. She thought she heard water lapping and a nearby buoy. It definitely smelled like the docks. The way the noise and voices echoed indicated they were surrounded by warehouses or giant shipping containers.
            Again, it should have been a red flag, but Kami wasn't afraid, only morbidly curious. It took her a moment to realize they were drawing closer to the pulsing bass of music. Her escort paused for a moment before a door opened and it washed over them loud and clear. They stopped directly inside to wait for everyone. When the metal door finally closed, her bull man untied the blindfold.
            Blinking in the dimly lit entrance, Kami saw that it was a makeshift foyer with draping velveteen crimson, black-and-white jack-o-lanterns, Gothic candelabras, antiqued mirrors, and other d├ęcor that would indicate they were getting ready to enter a vampire's secret lair. Even the music thumping and crawling over her flesh was more along the lines of Screamo-Goth-Rave, than the Dubstep bass would suggest.
            "You know, there are at least a hundred different horror movies that begin this way," she referred to the space around them by drawing a small square in the air with her index fingers.
            A more difficult task than one would think with bound wrists.
            "That's what makes decorating so easy," he said, pulling her against his body to slip a hand under her skirt and take his fill of her ass cheek. "The question is, was that just an observation or cold feet?"
            "My feet never get cold," she replied.
            She barely heard the low rumble of his laugh when he bowed his head right beside her ear. "Careful, demon. Some might take that answer as a deliberate challenge."
            It was a seduction, his mind. The things he picked out of the air, as if her thoughts were broadcasting on wavelengths he could read like a digital marquee. Things that no other man on the planet had ever been able to hear between the lines of her responses before.
            "You're free to take it however you like," she pointed out, but it wasn't flippant.
            No, it was more like poking the growling lion with a sharp stick just to see what would happen.

            "I don't need you to tell me that, demon. I always take what I want, however I want, whenever I want," he stated, before lowering his voice even more. "I don't wait for holidays."

About the Author

A.C. Melody is a hybrid author of Erotic Romance and all its savory sub-genres. Confessed javaholic, introverted geeky girl with a twisted sense of humor and a wretched muse. She has a weakness for hard ass Alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts, without damaging their rough edges.

A lifetime lover of fairytales, myths, legends and ancient pantheons, A.C. spends more time researching than writing. Her biggest goal is to provide new, captivating angles on old, favorite tales with enticing twists and characters that redefine preset expectations.

She's 100% guilty of placing all her money on the underdogs, anti-heroes and shameless whores. When A.C. isn't writing, being mom or doing the day-job gig, you can catch her gaming, binge-watching Netflix or anxiously awaiting the new superhero movie (specifically, Deadpool 2). A.C. loves to hear from her readers and can be found at any of the following sites:

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Release Tour - Fighter's Claim with Reviews

Title: Fighter's Claim
Series: Devils Wind MC
Author: D.D. Galvani
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: January 10, 2018 

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Fighter is an Enforcer for the Devil’s Wind MC. His job is to take care of the prospects, make sure things run smoothly and kick some ass if it doesn’t. His life consists of his club, his bike, his brothers, and more than his fair share of pussy. The last thing he needs is his little sister and her best friend showing up at the clubhouse, ragged, beaten and looking to him to sort out their mess.

Tish and Jiji have been best friends since the day they met. When fate steps in and forces them to run for their lives, the safest place possible is with Jiji’s brother, Fighter. 

Fighter doesn’t do relationships but his sisters best friend is no longer the little girl he once knew. She’s all grown up and has him wanting to stake his claim. Tish has risked her life to save Jiji and now Fighter must return the favor. When their two worlds collide, The Devil’s Wind steps up to protect Tish and Jiji and Fighter has a decision to make before he loses Tish.

What Others Are Saying

Lisa T. on Amazon - “This book has it all! Wonderful plot and story line.”

Amazon Customer - “I absolutely loved this book! It was one that I couldn't wait to get home and dive into every night.”

Books After Fifty… - “Hooked from the first sentence!!!”


Review by Barbara

Terrific start to an MC series. For a new Author I must say I felt D.D. Galvani hit a home run her first time up to bat. The storyline had all the elements I love in a book such as: suspense, humor, romance and strong characters that one can relate to. 

Tish and Jiji are best friends. They have both been through a lot growing up but as young adults their world starts to all apart. The girls are attacked, beaten and nearly raped by Jiji’s stepfather, Aden. They manage to escape and drive for days to Jiji’s brother and the sanctity of the Devil’s Wind MC. 

From this point their world is turned upside down as Fighter, Jiji’s brother and the other men of the Devil’s Wind take the girls in. They offer them a safe place to heal and hide out from Aden. Don’t get me wrong, these girls are no wimps. They are both strong willed, fight for each other, their families and to get back the lives that Aden has taken from them. Lucky for them they have land with an MC group that puts family, brotherhood and their women first.

The storyline has a lot of suspenseful elements that will keep you on edge, a lot of tender warm-hearted times that will it a smile on your face and of course intimate times that are off the charts and will leave you breathless. Kudo’s for a great job Ms. Galvani. I highly recommend Fighter’s claims and I look forward to more books to come in this series and any future endeavors. 2 Hearty Thumbs Up!!!!!

Review by Kathy

YES!!! It doesn't happen that often, but every now and again I find a book that has a strong female lead that is also the heroine of the story, and I found that very woman in this book. What an amazing and intriguing story line. I loved the excitement, the brothers in the MC, and the two best friends who land on Fighter's doorstep looking for his help.

Tish is the star of this show for me. She is strong, not fearless but uses her fear to take action to save not only herself but her best friend. She is not one of those whimpy leading females who when they are taken, sit in a corner of a room crying and waiting for the hero to rush in and save her. She uses what she knows, what she's learned to get herself to safety, and then saves the day! I'm not saying that she doesn't cry because once the adrenaline high wears off, she will break down.... but then who wouldn't??

Jameson, "Fighter", is just what you'd expect from an Enforcer of a MC. Yes he is hot, alpha and a total badass, but he is also the brother to Jiji, Tish's best friend and the one that they run to when Jiji's step-father almost kills both of them. 

I absolutely loved the banter in this story, between Jiji and Tish, Jiji and Fighter, the brothers, shoot everyone. It made this not only a great MC to read but a really fun read as well. 

About the only thing that I didn't like was...well...nothing! I loved every part of this book...well except for towards the end of the book. There was one skank that I would have loved to see Tish or jiji get their hands on and beat the ever-loving hell out of, but..not my call!! LOL

Great beginning to a new series and my first read by this author. I cannot wait to see what comes next and I highly recommend this book!

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What the fuck is Jiji doing here? Why would she come here now, bigger question why would she bring Tish.  If they thought for one second they were going to take a walk on the wild side with some bikers they were seriously mistaken. I would paddle both their asses then send them on their way home. 
Cutting through the clubhouse I made it to the front door when Dukes called out to me. Veering to my left I walked up to the bar. Where you going in such a hurry he asked. 
Danko tipped his beer, to his mouth, swallowed then snickered “must be some new pussy he’s after.” When it didn’t get a rise out of me, or a smile, Danko’s face changed, “Hey bro whats up?”  he asked
“I dunno Danko”, “Murph called from the gate, he said Jiji and Tish are here.” Dukes looked confused. “Jiji your baby sister?”
 “Yeah man with her best friend Tish DeMarco”.
 “What’s up with that Fighter?” “I know you’ve warned her not to come around the club.”   
“I don’t know Dukes, but something ain’t right. Murph said I needed to get down there now.” 
Dukes lifted his chin, “Right behind you Fighter.” He dropped his beer on the bar, he and Danko flanked me as we walked out of the clubhouse. 
I saw Murph, our prospect checking cars at the gate.  Parked in the lot next to our bikes was a green chevy nova. Heading that way I saw Jiji sitting in the passenger seat. Walking up to the window, I knocked, she turned her head. A smile broke over her face, she unlocked the door and jumped out. She threw her arms around me “Jameson she yelled” squeezing my waist crying into my leather. Murph came running over from the gate, “I told you Fighter, you needed to get down here” he said. 
Tish got out of the other side, slowly she came around the trunk of the car. Her face was in shadows until she rounded the car to stand by the open door. I heard Dukes drawn in a breath and Danko mutter “oh shit” then I saw Tish. 
Her face was beaten, one eye closed, blood still caked in her hair. She was holding her left arm close to her body like it hurt leaning against the car door for support. I put Jiji down “what the fuck happened Tish. She seemed to shrink even further into herself. “Woah girl, it’s ok, I’m not yelling at you, relax babe, I got you. She looked up a me, a single tear tracking down her battered face
I passed Jiji off to Danko, moving slowly towards Tish, she backed up against the car door trying to hide behind it, she was scared out of her mind. “Shhh babe I’m not gonna hurt you I cooed!” “Me and the boys just want to get you inside so we can see what’s wrong.” She looked into my eyes for a second then asked “are we safe here”. “Jiji is hurt” “We need help” 
“Who did this to you Tish? Talk to me babe, what the fuck happened?”

About the Author

D.D. Galvani was born and raised on Long Island, New York. She moved to Florida in 2002 and lives there today with her husband of 37 years. She has two children and one beloved grand daughter whom she spoils as much as she can. She is an avid reader and crafter and decided to put those two loves together and Swag by NaNa was born. After working around author’s for a few years, she asked a couple to look at a story she had written and was blown away that they liked it. They pushed her to finish it and her first novel Fighter’s Claim, an MC romance came to be. She writes strong alpha males and sassy intelligent women. Welcome to her world!

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Blog Tour & Giveaway - Where My Heart Lies with Review

Title: Where My Heart Lies
Series: A Spawn of Chaos Novel
Author: Angela Marie
Genre: MC Romance 


You know you’ve hit rock bottom when you fall down and can’t be bothered to get back up.
My entire life had been one endless beating, and I’d reached breaking point.
I was done.
Until a letter gave me the strength I’d been missing.
Those precious words gave me enough courage to dust myself off, to try one more time.
In that moment I realized something.
I wasn’t done.
Not even close.
And I had an entire family I didn’t even know existed standing at my back.
You know you’ve hit rock bottom when putting powder up your nose is the only way to make it through the day.
My life took a wrong turn, so I poisoned my body in an attempt to escape.
I was done.
Until I found salvation on the back of a bike.
With nothing but the open road and the wind in my face, I found the courage to live.
In that moment I realized something.
I wasn’t done.
Not even close.
And my family might not be blood, but they were standing at my back.

What Others Are Saying

“Fantastic Book and the fact Ms. Marie is a debut author just makes it so much more exciting.” - Barbara

“I loved the ending of this book and cannot wait for the next book. Excellent writing.” - Spunky-n-Sassy

“I'm not really a fan of MC books but WHERE MY HEART LIES totally blew me away. I completely devoured it and can't wait for the next book in the series.” - Katrina


Review by Kathy

This is a wonderful start for new author Angela marie. I will get the small matter that disturbed me out of the way first. The book being written in both Nicola and Irish's point of views were fine, once you got past the repeat of what the previous one said/did. If the need to repeat a portion of what was said or took place in the previous chapter could be left out, I would have no problem with this. I am not saying that it took away from the book or the story, I just don't care to read the same things in both POV's. Anyway.........

This book IS well written with much detail given to Nicola's background and the life she's had to live since her mother's passing. The horror's of her young life hear heartbreaking, considering she did have grandparents who could have taken her but felt that fostercare was better for them since they were to old to handle a 9 year old. To say that these two people set me off would be an understatement. The storyline brings you through her life and her eventual escape from Salem and poor girl jumped out of the frying pan and right into the fire. And this is when things really get interesting and Nicola meets Irish. He's all alpha, all bad-boy and is sinfully handsome, something that Nicola immediately notices. She's running and has had to come back to Salem to meet with the one person that said she would help her, she just doesn't know that she's her other grandmother and she's married to the President of the Spawn of Chaos MC (her grandfather). After she passes out at the cafe' she's waiting for Betty at, Irish carries her to her grandmother's vehicle and is hard pressed to let her go. He's attracted to her and wants nothing more than to make her his. Problem is...who her grandparents are! We watch as their relationship begins to develop, however there could have been a little more time spent on showing their relationship develop, it was a bit fast. 

What I did like about Nicola is that when she had to tell her story, she held nothing back (well mabye just a tiny bit..but I'm sure that will come out in the next book). She told her grandfather everything that he wanted to know about the man who beat her before she came to Salem. I really did like this about her. Too often it takes the entire book for a woman to tell what is going on and irritates me to no end! Loved this about this book!. 

Wonderful job to this new author! I can't wait to see what happens next as this book ended with a HUGE CLIFFIE!!!! I highly recommend this book.

Review by Barbara

Fantastic Book and the fact Ms. Marie is a debut author just makes it so much more exciting. Especially knowing there is more to come with this series. (Sadly this book ends on a Cliffie but much as I dislike Cliffies, I know the wait for Book 2 is going to be worth it).

Where My Heart Lies has a strong storyline with characters that will wrap around your heart and hold on tight. Nicola became a foster child at age 9 when her mother died. Sadly she ended up in a abusive home rather than a loving one. She finally escapes the cruelty when she runs away after her high school graduation. However once again life doesn’t treat Nicola well. When she finally hits rock bottom she accidentally finds a note from a woman in her past, Betty. Nicola reaches out to her and returns to her hometown to seek her help. What Nicola soon comes to realize is that Betty is associate with the motorcycle club her father belonged to. A father she has never known. Betty ends up taking Nichola home to the MC compound and it’s there she learns about her father, MC life and that Betty and the Prez are related to her. Nicola also meets Irish, a biker who also runs the club’s tattoo parlor. Irish also has had a rough life and found a home with his MC brothers.

Nicola and Irish have an instant connection however, the prez has made it clear Nicola is off limits while she is under their protection. But can Irish and Nicola ignore the spark and respect the Prez’s mandate and steer clear of one another? What happens when Betty, the Prez, Irish and the other bikers learn of Nicola’s past troubles with her ex and her upbringing? Do Nicola’s troubles follow her to town? Do the townsfolk of her past rear their ugly heads? Soooo many questions left to be answered in book 2 and this reader can’t wait. 

If I were to give Ms. Marie one word of advice, it would be to watch repeating herself. Even when if incidents are being told from different people’s perspectives (overuse of this technique can become distracting). But trust me when I say I LOVED the book, LOVED the Storyline and LOVED the characters. Kudos for a job well done and you are definitely going on my list of author’s  to watch for their new releases! I highly recommend this to anyone who likes MC Romances. 2 Thumbs Up!

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Prologue - Nicola, 9 years old
The house is dark and eerily quiet as we make our way toward the front of the residence where the ‘formal living room’, as Mrs. Smith likes to call it, is located.  I have no idea what it looks like inside, as the door is always firmly shut. Mrs. Smith pointed it out to me when she showed me around on my first day here and told me that the room was strictly off limits. Stepping inside or even opening the door earned you an immediate punishment.

I’ve come to learn that within these walls, all it takes is a wrong word to earn you a punishment. Or in my case, speaking to the wrong person.

How was I to know that I couldn’t speak to the beautiful lady with the black hair and green eyes wearing the black vest over her brightly colored blouse? She was friendly. Mrs. Smith was very angry when she saw the two of us talking. She sent me inside with an angry rebuff and told me to wait for her in the kitchen. Talking to a stranger earned me a night in the punishment box.

The nightly curfew of eight o’clock has come and gone, meaning all the other children are in bed. Tucked under their covers, lying on a comfortable mattress, cozy and warm, waiting for sleep to carry them off to dreamland. I hear Mr. Smith’s shuffled footsteps upstairs, going from room to room and switching off the last of the upstairs lights, bathing the house in darkness.

I hate the dark, only because I'm afraid of what I can’t see, making falling asleep difficult for me. Every bump and creak startles me, and my overactive imagination conjures up frightening pictures which leaves me shaking in my bed. Voicing those fears gets you nothing, and especially not much-needed comfort. The Smiths don’t believe in such things. 

“Hurry up,” Mrs. Smith hisses, pushing me to walk faster. “We don’t have all night.”

I want nothing more than to drag my feet, draw this out as much as I can, but I know that it will only be delaying the inevitable.

The closer I get to the room, which houses the punishment box, the sicker my tummy feels. Suddenly we’re there. 

Mrs. Smith flicks on the light switch, bathing the room in light. The walls are unadorned, painted a stark white color, the floors dark polished wood. The smell of the lavender-scented beeswax used on the floors lingers in the air. Thick white curtains that are closed cover the large window, making the room cold, dark, and foreboding.

Directly in front of the drawn drapes sits a large wooden chest. The dark wood of the box is rough and weathered, the intricate design that was painted on it eons ago faded.

The faint odor of bleach pours out when Mrs. Smith opens the lid. The smell makes my stomach turn even further, as well as making my nose burn and my eyes water. The box doesn’t look very big, and I wonder how I’m going to lie in there the whole night.

Mrs. Smith gives me a push toward it, clearly wanting me to get in. Climbing into that thing is the last thing I want to do, but a glare from Mrs. Smith forces me to do so, and quickly.

“You’re not to move from here till morning, not even to go to the toilet. A word of warning—if you wet yourself, you’re going to have to lie in it all night, and come morning, you’re going to be scrubbing the inside of that thing. With bleach. Leaving the box means another night of punishment. Is that understood?”

I just nod and try to hold the tears I can feel burning the backs of my eyes. I lie on my side and seconds later the lid slams shut, plunging me into darkness.

The crash of the lid echoes in the small space and right through my body, causing me to shake. I’ve just gone from a brightly lit room to total darkness in a matter of seconds. I raise my hands to the front of my face, but I can’t see them. I try again and again, but the result is the same. I begin to panic, bile slowly rising from my stomach. I beat at the roof of the box with my tiny fists, my voice small and sobbing at first, growing louder with each passing second as I beg to be let out. A swift kick to the box silences me. I wrap my arms around my belly as my breath comes out in rasps.

“Shut up,” Mrs. Smith shushes. “You’ll wake up the whole house with your screaming. If you do, you’ll be spending another night in there.”

Another night?

I cringe, my muscles tensing, my body going rigid. I hold my breath to stop myself from whimpering out loud, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. Silence fills the box. I hear Mrs. Smith’s footsteps as she walks out the room, turning off the overhead light, the click of the door shutting letting me know that I’m alone.

I take a deep breath before curling into a ball, pulling my nightshirt over my legs. Despite it being the middle of summer, the temperature sticky and humid outside, it’s cold within the confines of the box. I can’t stop shivering. I lie as still as I can, my small hands clapped firmly over my ears.

After a little while, my hip starts to hurt from lying in a fetal position on the bare wood. I try to find another comfortable position, but I don’t think there is one inside this box. It’s meant to be uncomfortable; it’s a punishment, after all.

One night within its confines is supposed to make you grateful for everything the Smiths do for you on a daily basis. They’re the ones who took me in when nobody else wanted me. They provided me with a roof over my head and three meals a day. They provided the clothes I have on my back and even the opportunity to go to school and learn.

The last thing I feel is grateful.

I would trade it all in to be back in the small trailer I called home. To feel my momma’s arms around me as she read me a bedtime story. I would even gladly eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the rest of my life, if it meant that Momma would make them in her own special way.

The older children had warned me that the punishment box could be frightening the first time, but it would get easier each time. I don’t think that’s even possible.

I’m scared.

Terrified of the endless darkness that surrounds me.

My eyes are closed tight, my arms wrapped around my still trembling body. My chest feels tight, and breathing in and out has become difficult. A wave of dizziness hits me, leaving my whole body weak. My heart is beating so fast, almost like it wants to jump right out of my chest.

I try my hardest to conjure my mother’s image in my mind. I want her beautiful face to comfort me, her voice to whisper soothing words to calm me, her arms to wrap around me and hold me close.  

Momma, I miss you so much!

I allow the tears I’ve been holding in just minutes ago to fall freely. Here in this box, I allow myself to cry knowing that I won’t have to explain my tears to anyone. Won’t have to risk punishment for mentioning my mother. Mentioning her name within the walls of this house has been forbidden. I’ve been told to forget about her existence and the life I had with her. But how do I do that when I miss her every day?

According to the Smiths, I’ve been given a second chance at redemption, by God and his earthly church. A chance to have my mind, body, and soul cleansed of the evil that flows through it. That’s why I was brought to the Smiths. They are going to make sure that by the time they’re done with me I am good and pure. Ready to serve in whatever capacity I’m needed within the church. The woman who birthed me and the biker scum who fathered me will be nothing but a distant memory.

About the Author

Angela Marie was born and raised in South Africa, but now calls the sunshine state of Queenland, Australia home. A wife and mother to two almost teenagers she loves nothing more than to curl up on the couch at the end of a busy day with her husband and an action movie.

Her love of read and writing started from a very young age and she loves nothing more than dreaming amazing stories with interesting and diverse characters which she can't wait to share you with.

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