Figure Eight (Celtic Knot Book 2)
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Authors: Cassy Roop
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2014 Cassy Roop
Figure Eight (A Celtic Knot Novel) by Cassy Roop
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Giana my fantabulous PA, your epic-ness has no limits. Thank you for putting up with all my crazy requests, scheduling, and everything else that I throw your way. I do not know what I would if I didn’t have you to keep me straight. Thank you for being so awesome.
This book is for you.
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Fated by Delisa
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Please be advised that Figure Eight is an erotic romance novel that contains sensitive subjects and extreme sexual content. It is not recommended for persons under the age of 18. This book is Book 2 in The Celtic Knot series. If you have not read Book 1, Ashley’s Bend, please read it before continuing.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
Dear Reader:
Thank you so much for purchasing this book (or reading for a review). Please take into consideration when reading this book that it is a work of fiction. Meaning, this book is a product of my imagination and is not real in any way. Any resemblance to actual events, places and people are completely coincidental. Although research has been done, not all situations, including the BDSM relationship may not be typical to other relationships. Sometimes in fiction, authors use literary boundaries to create a new story. I have done that in Figure Eight.
Thank you for reading!
Cassy
The slow, torturous sound of water dripping from the faucet of the sink in the corner of the room, echoed off of the walls making my already fragile state even worse. I was ready to crack, ready to break. I tried to synchronize my rapidly beating heart to match the rhythm of each deafening drip that splashed against the smooth porcelain of the sink. Anything to get my mind off of the reason I was sitting inside this cold, damp, concrete room with my hands fisted in my hair, trying to restrain the rage that coursed through my body.
The bed I was sitting on held an old, dingy pad of nothing. I wouldn’t even give it the definition of the word mattress because in order to be considered as one, one had to actually exist. Mustering all the strength I could find, I pushed myself up off of the bed and started to pace the floor. My hands clenched and unclenched as I tried to get control over the emotions and anger that consumed me.
Not being able to contain my violent uncontrollable anger anymore my arm reared back, and pain shot through my hand as my fist collided with the concrete wall. The cracking of my bones after the impact of my punch was nothing compared to the shattered pieces of my heart. The sandpaper texture of the concrete caused a trickle of blood to run down from my knuckles and drip on the floor; the blood a reproduction of my soul trying to escape the confines of the brokenness I felt inside.