The Beginning of Connie and Isaac (The Blue Butterfly #3)
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Connie nodded, her eyes now flooding with her tears but still she smiled. “Yes.” Saying nothing else, she gently kissed the top of my head then left me alone.
Reaching for the journal, I flicked through the pages until it opened at a specific point.
13th January 2009
My heart stilled today for the very first time in the entirety of my life. Mae was wearing the pink slip left out for her, whether it was herself or Pauline that dressed her I am unsure, but my eyes no longer saw the little lamb as a provision for money, but as a stunning creature. Her scar is disregarded by my eyes, and my soul, her exquisite beauty the only thing I saw today.
The Temptation of Annie
The final book in the Blue Butterfly series
Coming early 2016
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Night Fires
An erotic romance novel
From D H Sidebottom
Prologue
The vicar didn’t make any sense, his mouth moved but foreign words filled my ears, my brain unable to decode the poetic way he spoke. All I heard was the creak of the wood when my brother’s coffin landed on top of my parents with a soft thud.
A faint puff of air left me and I pulled my black wool coat tighter around me as I shivered against the cold wind that blew through the cemetery. Snow covered the grass, disguising the only thing of colour around me, nothing but grey and more grey enveloped me.
Faint sobs from the other mourners filtered in but I couldn’t join them, the walls that had built around me refused to allow my own despair to be vocal. Loneliness was all that surrounded me. Loneliness and numbness. And the eternal scent of smoke – and death.
The vicar’s eyes were fixed on me as if awaiting for some sort of acknowledgment. Not understanding, or caring, I nodded vaguely to him, hoping that was enough. It seemed to be when he nodded to the men stood beside the six foot square of hollow earth and they slowly started to lower the small coffin. The final coffin. My eyes watched but my heart refused to. All I could think was how all they all managed to fit into such a small hole.
I turned to look to the side when a man came to stand beside me. Mutely, I lifted a questioning brow to him but he shook his head slowly, sadly, and returned his gaze to my family descending below the ground. Taking my hand, he leaned towards me. “I promise, Alice. Before I go I will give you a smile once again.”
I didn’t answer him. For one, I couldn’t take my eyes away from my dead family, and for two, I didn’t hold the same confidence.
Without waiting for the service to finish, I dropped Brandon’s hand and walked towards the final resting place of the only people I loved and blew them a final kiss.
“Look after them Billy. I love you all. Forever.”
Dove
An erotic thriller by D H Sidebottom
After her mother abandoned her when she was just fourteen, Dove fled the only life she’d known with her younger sister, Serenity, frightened that the authorities would tear them both apart.
Leaving behind a life of poverty and constant hardship with the group of traveller’s she had grown up with, Dove has no choice but to turn to a life of debauchery and prostitution to feed their bellies and provide them with shelter and security.
Span forwards ten years and life is so very different. Dove, now a world famous, high class escort receives a job that will change her life forever.
Her once best friend and fellow traveller, Flick O’Kane, now a billionaire Hollywood star, hires Dove to accompany him to a charity ball, unaware just who exactly this premium whore really is.
Both their lives come together in an explosion of sex, drugs and secrets. The friendship they once held close is about to be tested when their past threatens to rip them both apart and endangers not just their own lives but the very life Dove has broken her own soul for – Serenity’s.
***WARNING***
This story is not for the fainthearted. It includes scenes of non-consensual sex, forced prostitution, drug abuse and violence.
COMING WINTER 2015
Coming October 2015
My Diary By Mason Fox
A Heart of Stone Novel
By D H Sidebottom
21st august 1993
Aged 14
They were at it again today. Arguing. His voice grates on my nerves, hers makes my ear drums squeal. What the hell is it with my mother? Why does she put up with his sick and twisted demands just in the name of marriage?
Marriage – what a fucking farce. Why the hell would you want to spend the rest of your life with one person? Christ, that’s a scary thought.
Saying that, my father doesn’t stick to one woman, never has. Although his latest freaky demand still makes my skin crawl. I know most of my mates think he’s cool, and are jealous that my dad is who he is, but fuck, why I’d wanna watch his dick slip into a whore is beyond me.
I just stared at him yesterday when he’d told me to follow him into his ‘office’. ‘Office’ – it’s a fucking building down the garden where he deals with ‘business’. A square concrete structure that contains washable floors that are easily bleached to remove ‘evidence’ and a wrought iron bed placed to one side of the room. Chains and ropes dangle from the ceiling above it. But it’s an upgrade from the wooden shed he used to have.
He said I was old enough now I am 14 and ‘man’ enough to see what men should be about. ‘Men’ – that’s a fucking laugh. He’s not a man, he’s a fucking sick bastard.
What ‘normal’ 14 year old is made to stand and watch his father tie up a young girl? Strip her naked, spit on her, degrade her? My sick eyes had dropped to watch his cock slide into the ass of a woman who obviously enjoyed being degraded and fucked by someone who doesn’t give a fucking damn whether she’s enjoying it or not?
My treacherous cock had enjoyed it though, but my stomach had twisted at the thought that watching my dad fuck had turned me on. Shit, did that make me a perv?
Shit! I’m fucking gagging again now.
I’m off for a shower, see if I can scrub the whore’s scent off me. What the fuck had I been thinking? But I’d been too fucking horny that I couldn’t resist when my father had pulled out of her, passed me a condom, said ‘Happy birthday’ and told me it was time I lost my virginity.
I’m as repulsive as he is!
Fuck! FUCK!
TEN
By Ker Dukey
Ten years old I fell in love
Ten years was the price of that love
Ten years later our world’s re-collide
Alexandria (Alex)
My brother Jonah was possessive when it came to the things he owned; this unfortunately included the people in his life. The forbidden love between his best friend and me was just that… forbidden.
Our families were from different walks of life and as a sheriff’s daughter being with a Moore’s kid would never be tolerated. To my parents their son and Dalton Moore were on different paths and their friendship would end as soon as college began but it was my brother who had a craving for trouble. He was always looking for danger, committing petty crimes and getting away with it because Dalton would take the fall, blackening his already stained name. When Jonah found out we broke the rules by loving each other, his consequences impacted us all with immeasurable suffering.
Betrayal comes with a debt and it would be paid by all of us.
One with their heart,
one with their mind
and one would pay in blood.
As usual, a huge thank you to my family, Vic and Nikki Nut; your love and loyalty keep me going in the long lonely nights, and none of this would as much fun without you.
My beautiful betas; you make Connie and Isaac who they are, and your support is never taken for granted. Thank you ladies!!
To Kyra, my editor; thank you so much for making my shit readable… and for all your comments that make me smile and chuckle.
Stacey, Champagne Formats; My words make the story but your skill makes them be
autiful… Thank you!!
To Ker Dukey, my mind’s soulmate; Thank you for pushing me to be my best, without you this crazy world wouldn’t quite be as crazy, and that is utterly unthinkable!! ;)
And to you, the reader; there’s only one thing to say really… “Without you, I wouldn’t be here, doing what I love. So my heart and soul are yours!!
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