Wednesday, November 30, 2016

His Promise

"I paid for a virgin bride, not a whore," I grit, gnashing my teeth painfully together.  I could barely look at her with as much disdain I have for her. "Wipe off that slut makeup and put some goddamn clothes on!" I shout as I toss a box of tissue at her. The veins along my temple are raised and throbbing. I can't remember the last time I lost my temper like this. The tears running down her face has no effect on me...

A rambling excerpt from His Promise, my new standalone romance book.