Authors: Rachel Dunning
Tags: #chicklit, #brooklyn, #new adult, #ny
Copyright © 2014 Rachel Dunning.
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EBook ISBN: 9781311468376
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to
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fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual
events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely
Also by Rachel Dunning:
Know Me, #1 Truthful Lies
Finding North, #1 Naïve Mistakes Trilogy
East Rising, #2 Naïve Mistakes Trilogy
West-End Boys, #3 Naïve Mistakes Trilogy
Like You, #1 Perfectly Flawed Series
Christmas Comfort, #1 Hot Holidays Series
Girl-Nerds Like it Harder, #1 Girl-Nerd Series
Girl Nerds Like it Faster, #2 Girl-Nerd Series
Girl-Nerds Like it Deeper, #3 Girl-Nerd Series
Girl-Nerds Like it Longer
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All efforts have been made to make Book
Two of the
Truthful Lies Trilogy
stand on its own. But, for a full appreciation of the
characters and their stories, Book One (
) should be read before reading this
Please note that this book contains strong
sexual content and is intended to be read by
To gain the first sight or knowledge of, as of something new,
; to perceive; to
to discover by the intellect
or the feelings
; to detect; to
to gain, as the object of desire or
; to arrive at, as a
to determine as
Revised Unabridged Dictionary - 1913
In a world where everything turns black,
where wounds fester and loss reigns. Sometimes there is beauty.
The kind you expect in a Heaven or in any of
the Paradises you hear about when growing up. The kind that shines
its light across a cold and barren desert. The kind that sings like
an angel across a cacophony of screeching wails of pain and sadness
rising from the murkiest depths of a filthy hell.
Blaze is that beauty.
Her body detonates. Her repetitive cries of
orgasmic release are intermingled calls of both pain and joy. She
wraps an elbow around my neck, presses her temple against mine as
the tidal wave rips into her.
We’re falling down a waterfall, and all we
have is each other to hold onto before we hit the rocks below.
Her pussy clutches my cock again and
again, and soon, I fire. Torrents of pleasure flood out of
. I almost snap her
I’m holding her so tight. So tight that I feel two of her vertebrae
press hard into my left wrist.
Her screams are ecstasy.
Our mutual calls are cello and violin.
She pulls my hair, meets my lips with hers
It feels like it will never end.
Our moistened chests slide against each
other. I try reach down to lick her nipple, bite it, but she won’t
let go of me. She grips me on the neck too closely.
In the end, it’s just a light shiver from
her, and the occasional pulse inwards, tightening my shaft once
And then it’s over.
She rocks on me, eases back.
I look at her: My riot grrrl princess. My
I lie back. Our mouths meet and her tongue
can’t reach deep enough inside me. I flip her over, not taking
myself out of her.
Because it feels like I’ve wanted her
And I’m not done having her...