High Heels and Naked Lies
Ryder Sinclair is mysterious, secretive and the air surrounding him shimmers with danger, testosterone and panty dropping sexuality. Tall, dark and handsome; his blue eyes pierce Kay clear to her soul. She finds herself curiously drawn to him in ways she’s never dreamed. Kay begins to change her outlook on life and questions the lifestyle that has caused her so much grief over the years, terrified her children will become unhappy clones of their troubled mother; living a life of ill hidden lies and lacking love that Kay has never experienced.
She decides to restructure her reality, beginning by changing herself. She decides to live her life; seeking out friendships with women she would never had thought to turn to, finding strength in their kindness and courage to face the challenges in the paradox that is her existence. She longs to live a life filled with love and strives for the courage to overcome her past; and she wants Ryder by her side as she does. However, it all becomes too much. Between the deception by her husband, the lies of her father and a mother she thought dead resurfacing Kay flounders. The lies mount, the stress bends her will and she starts to feel as if she’s fighting a losing battle against the constant emotional and physical attacks. All she ever wanted was to love and be loved yet the constant pursuit of her happily ever after continues to evade her desperate grasp.
Giving up would be so easy and the fight for the life and love she desires is grueling and unforgiving. Returning to the complacent and obedient wife she was before the discovering friendship, kindness and the true meaning of love would be so much easier. Battle worn and weary, will Kay turn her back on all she’s learned in such a short time? Will she be able to dig deep; standing up for what she deserves out of life and doing so with all the grace and dignity her upbringing has ingrained into her?
“Kay, please meet Ryder Sinclaire, Mr. Sinclaire, my wife Kay.” She studied what had to be the sexiest man she had possibly ever seen. He exuded sexuality and could easily grace the cover of a magazine and just as easily appear in women’s fantasies. His cocky smirk promised an unforgettable night of hot monkey sex, multiple orgasms and serious muscle tenderness the morning after. His black hair added to the bad boy image and Kay’s fingers tingled with the desire to run through it. His ice blue eyes threatened to happily drown you within their glacial flow. A dimple winked through the absolute perfect amount of five O’clock shadow. His black Armani suit, sensuality, confidence and charm was a statement to women that he’d promise them an amazing fuck and to all men that he’s not to be fucked with.
He traced the lines of her face, sliding it down her neck and gently pulled her closer. “Tell me no Kay, tell me to stop.” He breathed as his lips hovered over hers. Kay was lost, caught in his spell and couldn’t deny her body one second longer. “I can’t.” She whispered. Slowly and oh so gently he slid his mouth over hers. She had never experienced such gentleness, such care from a man. I don’t know how to go back to ten minutes ago and not know this feeling existed. Her lips were so soft and so ready for him that he was dying to taste the rest of her. He wrapped an arm around her small waist as he used his tongue to trace her lips lightly and as he finally got to taste her he knew he was done.
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