| Author: | Kristin Lovelace | ISBN: | 9781311109118 |
| Publisher: | Kristin Lovelace | Publication: | April 1, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Kristin Lovelace |
| ISBN: | 9781311109118 |
| Publisher: | Kristin Lovelace |
| Publication: | April 1, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
This collection contains all five volumes of my confessions.
I tell myself this is no longer who I am, that these are just memories of a life I left behind. But, like a bad dream, they keep bubbling to the surface. The past marks you, inside and out. No point trying to outrun it. This is the story of a different person. But that person is still part of me. I can't bury the memories, but maybe I can set them free.
WARNING: These stories contain explicit sex scenes. 18+ intended for mature adults only!
All That’s Left:
I tell myself this is no longer who I am, that these are memories of a life I've left behind. But, like a bad dream, they keep bubbling to the surface. The past marks you, inside and out. No point trying to outrun it. This is a story of a different person. But that person is still part of me. I can't bury the memories, but maybe I can set them free.
Ties That Bind:
Things don’t always end neatly. What I’d thought was a once-off turned into something more. The bait was too tasty to resist. When Preston keyed me in for another job, I knew that my life was taking an unusual turn. I could already feel the bindings pulling tight.
Heart Bled Dry:
Life takes all kinds of twists and turns. Sometimes it’s just a question of how many people you’ve got around you to pick up the pieces when it all comes down.
Playing the Hand:
We all sell ourselves a little to satisfy our lifestyle, get all those things we think we want. What are you selling? I had slipped into a lifestyle that was almost comfortable, but it only takes a glimpse of the past to rock you out of it. I got more than a glimpse, I came face to face with it.
By Dawn’s Light:
Sometimes fantasies are just that, and sometimes you can reach out and touch them. I’d had it good for far too long. Or bad, depends how you look at it. A meeting with two beautiful people got me wondering whether giving myself away was really how I wanted it to be. And did I still have a heart to give?
This collection contains all five volumes of my confessions.
I tell myself this is no longer who I am, that these are just memories of a life I left behind. But, like a bad dream, they keep bubbling to the surface. The past marks you, inside and out. No point trying to outrun it. This is the story of a different person. But that person is still part of me. I can't bury the memories, but maybe I can set them free.
WARNING: These stories contain explicit sex scenes. 18+ intended for mature adults only!
All That’s Left:
I tell myself this is no longer who I am, that these are memories of a life I've left behind. But, like a bad dream, they keep bubbling to the surface. The past marks you, inside and out. No point trying to outrun it. This is a story of a different person. But that person is still part of me. I can't bury the memories, but maybe I can set them free.
Ties That Bind:
Things don’t always end neatly. What I’d thought was a once-off turned into something more. The bait was too tasty to resist. When Preston keyed me in for another job, I knew that my life was taking an unusual turn. I could already feel the bindings pulling tight.
Heart Bled Dry:
Life takes all kinds of twists and turns. Sometimes it’s just a question of how many people you’ve got around you to pick up the pieces when it all comes down.
Playing the Hand:
We all sell ourselves a little to satisfy our lifestyle, get all those things we think we want. What are you selling? I had slipped into a lifestyle that was almost comfortable, but it only takes a glimpse of the past to rock you out of it. I got more than a glimpse, I came face to face with it.
By Dawn’s Light:
Sometimes fantasies are just that, and sometimes you can reach out and touch them. I’d had it good for far too long. Or bad, depends how you look at it. A meeting with two beautiful people got me wondering whether giving myself away was really how I wanted it to be. And did I still have a heart to give?
