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Excerpt:
“I’m ashamed of my need to be held – guess it’s been a while. Nothing sexual, just warmth, affection and tenderness, which I crave right now. It’s coming from the father of my baby; how wrong can that be?
Minutes go by and I find myself lying in his arms, my back to his accommodating chest. I bask in his masculine scent – the faint whiff of tobacco mingled with a musky but familiar aftershave – comforting.
As our breathing synchronizes, his hand slowly slides to my belly. ‘This is a miracle, a gift to us,’ he whispers. ‘Forget the circumstances, it’s still a miracle. I need you to love my baby. It means everything to me.’
I nod several times and place my hand over his. He shuffles his strong hand over mine so that our fingers entwine. Snug in a tender but illicit embrace, we drift off to sleep.
When I wake up in the middle of the night and find myself in Reed’s arm, reality bites. I’m married to a US Police Commissioner; he’s part of an Islamic militant group – what the fuck am I doing?
Slowly, to avoid waking him, I ease out of his arms. Sitting a distance away from him, I watch the rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps.
Reed stirs, opens his eyes and looks at me. He doesn’t say anything; he just holds my gaze. Then, he opens his arms to me.
I stare at his opened arms and will myself to shake my head from side-to-side, to say something like, “No thanks, we shouldn’t be doing this. You just caught me at a weak moment. I’m okay. Really, I am.” Smile to show I’m okay.
I do nothing of that sort – I just melt into his arms.
The way he holds me, the way he buries his face in my hair, the contented sigh he gives as he hugs me close, tells me he needs this as much as I do. We fall asleep almost immediately.”
End of Excerpt
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When Henna Day, who is living in poverty, is hand-picked by Queen Karisma of Asokastan for Crown Prince Vijay, her family thinks they’ve hit the jackpot. Finally, they will have food on the table.
Little do they know that Prince Vijay, is not only gay, but he is also slightly retarded.
The deception is something young Henna can live with, until Queen Karisma demands an heir, threatening to have the marriage annulled if Henna fails to produce one.
Unable to go back home and having no choice, Henna, with the aid of her lady-in-waiting, sets her sights on handsome New Yorker, Rusty Carrington, fencing instructor to Prince Vijay.
Since Rusty has never met Princess Henna and is on contract in Asokastan for just six months, things go smoothly between Henna and Rusty and before long, she is pregnant with Rusty’s child.
Immediately, and without saying goodbye, she disappears from Rusty’s life.
Rusty is confused when he cannot locate Henna, but as scheduled, he moves back to New York.
Back home, he cannot get Henna out of his mind and it isn’t long before he realizes he has been duped. Furious, he returns to Asokastan with plans to find Henna and bring her to justice for whatever scam she’s running. If he cannot find her, he plans to enlist Queen Karisma’s help. Not only is she his personal friend, but she has made it clear she fancies him. Royal Deception is a tale of love, lust and revenge.
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TOMS LETTERS TO ARENA – Part two from the sequel to You Will Pay.
13 December
Dear Arena,
I have been really ill recently. I’ve had some severe, blinding headaches and have been subjected to a series of tests. Medical tests, that is
If I had to guess, I’d say it’s probably nothing serious. My violent headaches could be the results of the concussion I sustained during a recent fight.
During Exercise Time, two offenders, a serial murderer and an armed robber, for no reason jumped me and tried to kick the crap out of me.
Of course, I work out regularly and if you remember, I am incredibly fit, so I let loose on them.
Still, in spite of that, I received a concussion, a sprained ankle and some severe bruising on my face and chest.
In spite of them looking worse than I do, I’m feeling really low right now, and I’m thinking of Warren. It would be really great if I could see him.
I know you don’t have to, but I would appreciate if you could be kind enough to bring him to see me.
I miss him so much.
I miss you too. Two-and-half years later, and I still miss you both. In spite of everything.
Guess I’m more forgiving than I thought.
Anyway, I’m sorry for my outbursts in my previous letters.
It’s just prison; it can make a man mad. For a while, I thought I was losing my mind, but I’m okay, just a little blue.
Sincerely
Tom.
13 January
Dear Arena
Something terrible has happened. I have been diagnosed with cancer. Bowel cancer.
To say I was surprised at the diagnosis is an understatement.
After all, I took good care of myself and always watched my diet. You remember all the healthy foods and antioxidants I consumed, don’t you?
You used to prepare them just the way I liked them.
I smile when I think about those wonderful times. Those marvelous weekends when we would spend family time together.
I remember how you hated Mondays.
Do you still hate Mondays, Arena?
I think about other things too when I think about us, but they’re X-rated if you know what I mean. (Big wink. Really big.)
Anyway, I’m feeling really grim right now, pretty low actually.
I don’t fear the cancer. I don’t fear death.
I just want it to end quickly, that’s all.
But I constantly think about my son. I would really, really, really like to see him.
Is it possible for you to bring Warren to see me, please?
I would really appreciate it if you did.
Regards
Tom
13 March 2013
Dear Arena
My cancer treatment is torturous. I am weak and at times I feel like I have died and come back to life.
I have seen the Grim Reaper and he’s soulless, I can tell you that much.
In fact, he never leaves, he just hovers around me like a bat out of hell, waiting for capitulation.
I’m fighting him, refusing to surrender, because I want to see my son before I die. I want to make peace with Warren before I leave this earth.
I think I will go with a smile on my face if I see my son, if I know that my last words to him were “I love you son and I’m sorry for all I have done.”
If I don’t see my son, I feel my spirit won’t ever be at ease.
I want to make peace with you too.
There’s nothing like dying to bring on clarity. The kind of lucidness you’ve never experienced before.
Sure, I did wrong, but we all do things because of the way we’re wired. Like everyone else, I can’t help the way I am. (As Lady Gaga puts it; I was born this way.)
If we could, we would change for the better. (How do you know Warren isn’t wired like me?
Would you stand by him if he’s inherited my demons?)
You’re the type of person who likes to do the right thing so that you can sleep well at night.
Are you, Arena? Are you sleeping well knowing that:
a) I’m in prison for a crime I did not commit and you put me here.
b) I am dying of cancer. Dying, Arena, dying!
c) You are able to grant me one last wish, yet you chose not to for whatever reason(s), even though it is a deathbed wish? (Who does that?)
d) You have turned into a hardened caricature of your former, loving self, hardened heart, empty soul. Maybe even as soulless as the Grim Reaper.
e) You lie to our son that his father does not want him or that his father is not interested in him, or whatever – you just lie to your son about me?
The doctors say I have about three months to live. I really think I will go sooner.
I shall leave you on that note.
Sleep tight and don’t let the conscience bite.
Respectfully
Tom
13 April
Dear Arena,
Excuse me for having someone else write this very personal letter.
I am way too weak to write. It’s the treatment – worse than the disease, I tell you. It makes me shake, my whole body, not just my hands, so writing is difficult.
But I’m holding on for Warren. Taking comfort in the fact that I will soon see his face.
My faith in you doing the right thing and allowing me to see him, persists.
Please bring my son to visit me before I die.
Respectfully and with all my love
Tom.
PS: You do not have a hardened heart. You do not have an empty soul. You are one of the most balanced individuals I have ever come across – strong and resilient, yet, kind, compassionate and caring.
When I look at the nurses around me, I think to myself: Arena should have been a nurse. She’d be great at it.
End of Tom’s letters.
So, I’m dying to know, what would you like to see happen to Tom?
Go on now, unleash yourselves and let me have your fantasies about revenge for Tom. The more twisted, the better. After all, he did get away with killing poor baby Sasha.
Though I must hasten to add, my book is already written. I’m simply editing right now. And yes, it has turned out to be a sequel after all.
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