Nectar: DD Prince (41 page)

She dropped the gun, ran down the stairs, picked up his keys from the table by the door and grabbed her running shoes from near the doorway. She ran out the door carrying them, and put them on while waiting for the elevator, which seemed like it took a dog’s age to arrive.

Three and a half minutes later she was in the back seat of Tristan’s SUV, looking over into the trunk and pulling the zipper open on a black and grey Puma gym bag. In that duffle bag were two big stacks of cash wrapped with elastic bands. One stack was Canadian money and the other was American. There was also a bundle of travellers’ cheques, two changes of clothes for each of them, and both of their passports as well as Kyla’s purse. Anguish sliced through her heart and her veins as she got into the driver’s seat, turned the ignition, and decided to head for the airport.

To be continued…

What? A cliffhanger?

Don’t you JUST. HATE. THAT?

;)

Never fear, the sequel is in progress. And of course you know Tristan and Kyla will see one another again…

I’ve already started to write it and am so excited for you to see where this story goes!

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Thank you!!

Thanks
sincerely
to those who’ve read The Dominator and given me the strength to continue to move forward with my fiction-writing. The feedback I got for my ‘baby’ gave me more joy than you can imagine! It was life-changing for me.

Thanks to those who offered to quickly read and provide feedback before Nectar went live (Nicola, Pauline, Rachel, Tiffany, Elaine, Tonya, Mariah).

A few days before I released it I gave copies out to a few of my Facebook followers who volunteered to read and get me feedback quickly. I originally planned to hold back on the release of this story until book #2 was almost ready but I was reminded of how much ‘fun’ a cliffhanger can be. And I was pleaded with so here we are :)

When the story of Nectar came to me I was thinking about vampires and periods and wondering “what if”. I did some research and found some interesting lore around menstruation and some of that will make its way into book #2 as we delve deeper into the mystery behind their connection and the intentions of those around Tristan and Kyla. (Yes, that was a hint…)

Thank you to my husband and my 2 boys who are my biggest supporters. And to my Julie…they say friends are the family you’ve chosen for yourself and I am so blessed to have family that I
choose
to be my BFF.

Ciao for now :)

Read on for a sample of The Dominator.

Also by DD Prince:

The Dominator: A dark mafia romance. The Dominator is a standalone 551 page book (with spin-off books in progress) with no cliff-hanger.

Sample enclosed on the following pages
.

On the writing schedule so far:

Ambrosia, Nectar Series, Book II.

Truth or Dare (The Dominator II)

Essence, Nectar Series, Book III.

Fete (The Dominator III)

Black & Blue (Tristan’s POV) A Nectar Novella: to be read after Essence.

About Me:

I started a lifelong writing journey when, as a little girl, I started to write stories down. I wanted to create an alternate reality to escape to and I escaped there often with short stories and a lot of unfinished longer stories. I dreamt of being a novelist when I grew up. When I hit my teens I dreamt of living somewhere picturesque and inspirational and dreamt of sending my stories in to my publisher by fax machine. 

I thought I’d have a fistful of rejection letters before finding a publisher. Little did I know that I’d be fortunate enough to live in a world where you could get your writing voice heard via self-publishing.

As I grew up I always loved to write but got sucked into the corporate rat race from age 19-31. I was done wrong by the company I gave a decade to because they cared more about numbers than people. I got pregnant for the second time and while on maternity leave found myself looking for a way to earn money from home so I didn’t have to put my second child in a daycare system that hadn’t done so hot with my first. I started freelance writing and spent the next 8+ years developing an online writing and internet marketing company.

After 8+ years of churning out web copy I finally found the words within me to go back to my roots --- fiction. I finally self-published The Dominator, a dark romance I started to write when I was 15 years old.  I don’t have the original handwritten copy but the story and the characters have been brewing in my brain for years. It churned around from paper to screen, to paper, to screen again repeatedly over a period of 27 years.

My dream is to continue to do both: write for book lovers as well as continue to freelance until the day comes when I have enough books out there that I can focus 100% on my fiction. I feel very blessed to be able to put food on the table by putting words on a page (or screen) and even more blessed to be able to do it in a way that helps others escape to a place that’s fun, dark and sensual, and outside of their norm for a little while.

If you enjoy this book I hope you’ll let me know and /or recommend it. Independent authors rely heavily on their fan base to help them succeed at fiction-writing and I’m developing an online community at my Facebook page and hope my stories are good enough to result in making some new friends who might be interested in talking about my books with me and others and who might also be interested in hearing about upcoming books.

If you’re interested in talking about Nectar and about finding out about other books by me, I’d love to connect with you through Facebook, Twitter, or Goodreads.

This book is dedicated to the ones I love who have encouraged me to express myself through words.

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Thanks!

DD Prince

Sample of The Dominator
:

A
dark
romance with dubious and non-consensual sex.

This is a story about Tia and Tommy, a couple thrown together through an arranged marriage. She’s young, naïve, and wants to believe in love and family despite growing up in foster care. He’s a broody and controlling alpha male who stands to inherit a business with extensive ties to organized crime. He doesn’t have any use for women beyond having them sate his depraved carnal desires until the two are matched by their fathers, two men with secrets.

Tia

In a few weeks it’ll be my nineteenth birthday.  Some say it should be my ninetieth as I’m what they call an old soul. A few weeks after my birthday I’ll be striking out on my own. Well, sort of. I’ll be transitioning out of the foster care system and into my first apartment.

My foster parents, Rose and Cal, who have been wonderful to me for the past 5 and a half years have arranged for me to rent the apartment above the garage at Rose’s parents’ home. So it’ll be my place but I’ll still be close to people who are like family; the only family I’ve had for a very long time.

Because I’ve been a ward of the court for the past few years, the “system” will supplement my income through college and pay for tuition, too. The foster grandparents’ home would be the perfect blend of being on my own and having someone around in case I need help.

Nona and Nonno Caruso have been like I’d expect real grandparents would be to me and the half a dozen girls that live with Rose and Cal Crenshaw at the moment.  I’ll be the 5
th
girl to move into the garage apartment; the family has been fostering for years and they’ve helped over 100 teen girls have a home and a stable family for at least a little while.

I could’ve opted to move out and finish my victory lap of high school from my own place on my 18
th
birthday but they invited me to stay and being an only child who embraced this busy, hectic, and crazy house full of laughter and love and great food, I was happy they invited me to stay the extra year.

I’ve been in care since I was 9 and was moved around quite a bit before finding home here with the Crenshaws.  My Mom committed suicide and that led to my already troubled father falling completely off the rails, landing me into the foster care system.

His partying and gambling got progressively worse and he’d always had trouble holding a job which was amplified without my Mom around. My Dad tried to move me in with his sister, my Aunt Carol, one night after he got beat up pretty bad right in front of me by loan sharks, but she’d said
Not a chance
. She actually said that right in front of me.  Shame on her. And shame on Dad for asking her in front of me.

Not only did she refuse but she then called social services after coming to the apartment to argue with him because of seeing the way Dad and I were living. They took custody of me so that he could get his life together but he never actually did manage to do that for long enough to get me back. I was better off in care anyway. I thrived in it, especially once I got to the Crenshaw home.

Dad seemed like he
wanted
to try a few times --- he’d go long periods of time without seeing me and then he’d turn up for a visit, tell me he was doing better, then he’d sometimes even do a monthly visit two months in a row but inevitably over the past 9+ years, the more common pattern was for him to get my hopes up and then let me down and disappear for many months at a time. I stopped having expectations of him a long time ago. Becoming a ward of the court made it simpler. They stopped trying to make him try.

I’ve been through a few different foster homes but Rose and Cal’s has been, by far, the most nurturing of all. I moved here when I was 13 and not only do they go out of their way to make their home a real home but whatever isn’t provided that me or the other girls need through the “system” they take out of their own pockets.  Three years ago they bought all us girls bicycles out of their own pockets for Christmas. The year after we got to go to Disney World together, on their dime. They’re amazing people and they’ve helped so many girls get their lives together. I hope to repay them someday.

Rose, a sweet round woman with a heart of gold, tells me all the payment she wants is my happiness and success. And for me to continue to be a part of their family. Come for Christmas, come for special dinners on my birthday whenever I don’t have other plans, have them at my wedding someday, think of them as my family. I’ve been so lucky with them.

Cal is an architect and Rose is a homemaker. They have one son and one daughter. Their son is autistic and one of my favorite people in the world. Their daughter Ruby is amazing too, with all the foster girls and with her little brother.  Ruby has become my closest friend, like a sister, really. She’s a year younger than me otherwise we’d just get a place together.

I’m lucky to be moving to the Carusos’. It’s a cute bachelorette apartment above the garage in a great neighborhood and the grandparents go to Florida for the winter so a few months after I arrive, I’ll have the place totally to myself.  Ruby says she’ll stay over on the weekends.

I’m starting in school in the fall for social work so I can make a difference in the lives of other kids who might otherwise fall between the cracks. So many kids do and many blame the system. I’ve had a great social worker all along who has always cared about my safety and happiness. I aim to follow in her footsteps and strive to do the same for other kids. 

I wouldn’t say I’m a model student or model foster child. I’ve gotten caught sneaking out to go to parties. I’ve skipped school a few times. I’ve gotten drunk and high and I’m not a virgin. But I’m not a slut and I’m not a bad person. I know what I want from life and I’m grateful for the blessings I have.

I miss my Mom. I still don’t know why she killed herself. I wouldn’t say she was a happy person, and maybe her unhappiness ran deeper than I knew. I also don’t know why my Dad couldn’t seem to pull his life together. Even though he was never together before she died, he was really really messed up afterwards.

I don’t know how often he checks it but I’ve sent him a Facebook message to tell him about high school grad. I’m not counting on him making it. He’s never made it to any school plays, birthday parties, or anything else that I’ve asked him to come to. When Dad shows up it’s generally very random. I don’t know why I sent him an invite but I guess I’ve never totally given up on him. I’ve always tried to believe that people are redeemable.

Tommy             

“Her name is Athena. They call her Tia. She’s yours if you want her.”

“Mine?”

“Yeah, yours.” Pop waved his hand dismissively, “For whatever.”

I was sitting in my father’s office absorbing this news, news that a nineteen year old girl was coming to me as a gift from my father, that she comes to him as payment for unpaid gambling debts. Pop said he was about to have the news of the payment arrangement conveyed to her father and then I could do what I wanted with her.  “Whatever” meant I could put her on the streets under one of the pimps on my down line. I could also sell her off overseas into the slave trade and pocket the profits myself. Yeah, we had contacts in a variety of industries, including those of the seedy underworld. Looking at her photo, she’d fetch way more on the black market than the debt her Daddy owed.  Way more.

Or, I could keep her for myself. My cock twitched, looking at her. Silky straight long chestnut brown hair, big jade green eyes, beautiful skin, full lips, fit yet curvy, soft-looking. She sure didn’t look like she was just about to graduate high school.

Re the down line, our family business has somewhat of an MLM set up. We receive commissions based on a variety of pursuits. Some call us mafia. I don’t really use that word. You might say I say tomato, you say tom-atto and while it’s all the same fruit, of course, there are many varieties of tomatoes. We’re businessmen. Yeah, not all of what we do is legal but it’s not all shady business deals and gambling debts, either.  The way it’s set up creates multiple layers and plenty of income streams and the money flows up to the family coffers from a variety of areas, like security, construction, and a variety of retail and wholesale businesses. There’s also a grayer type of security, loan sharking, prostitution, and drugs. We deal in herb, not in chemicals, and it’s a very small part of our business.

Yeah, organized crime exists in the 21
st
century. No, it’s not always as glamorous as it’s portrayed on screens and it’s not always seedy, either.  It’s a living. Some days are fairly ordinary. Some days are awesome. Some days we have to make tough decisions. I’d had to make many tough decisions so far and I was sure there would be many more.

My father was a working guy who was connected around town and he wanted to start his own business. So he and his best friend, a guy also connected, started a construction company. The company did well; they were smart businessmen. Over time, they saw the need for a number of other services and they had the capital to begin expansions so they could better provide for their family without paying 50% of their earnings in tax.  The company has grown by leaps and bounds in the past 30 years. After the construction company, he opened a coffee shop. He now has six of those coffee shops and it’s moving to a franchising model in the next 5-7 months. He’s silent partner in some restaurants, in some hotels, a few nightclubs, too. Some of those night clubs have back room card games; some that deal in big money.

Drugs and druggies, alcohol and alcoholics, hookers, nymphos, bookies, gamblers, loan sharks… they’re always gonna be out there. Why shouldn’t we profit from it? We have the brains and the brawn and the green. And because of that we’ve got the cars, the houses, the fat bank accounts and the high tax brackets so we look above board to the tax man and have the fat rainy day funds in our mattresses, attics, basements, whatever.  And this isn’t all we do; it’s just a way of supplementing things.

Why bust our chops for a bit better than minimum wage and work like a dog our whole life to put money into a retirement plan we may never get to spend? Successful men get between what men want and the source.  That’s what we do. You want to bet on the races? We can help. You want to get your rocks off, find someone to cater to your fetishes?  We’ll hook you up. You need money to pay off your gambling debts or start up a new venture? Guess, what? We can help there, too. It all fits like a puzzle together nicely. People need protection. People need money. People need help from builders to build those businesses they want us investing in so we do the investing and we do the building. And people need vices so that the end of a hard day they’ve had a little fun.  People need to pay up, too, though.