So the turmoil I’ve been feeling I’ve channeled it somewhat…fans of And So She Waited I present to you this beautiful disaster…please feel free to share and download the PDF file…it’s a prelude short before the events of And So She Waited…just little inner monologues from some of the characters…an inner working if you will…thanks to my baby mama (Lark from Wycked Ink) for the hauntingly perfectly beautiful cover…BITTER RAPTURE!
DISCLAIMER: This is just a little something I did to clear my head…it probably has a few (a lot!) of mistakes but it was just something I wrote and wanted to share with you off the cuff on my blog…If you enjoyed this Bitter Rapture teaser and want to find out what happens to Raven, Remy, and Matthew in And So She Waited (it’s edited I promise!) you can find the links at the end of the short!
After weeks of nothing, I’m finally back in the writing cave pumping out word after word. I started this story last year after first writing the character in Dark Indiscretions: A Prequel…I knew I wanted more of her. I just couldn’t let her go. Now she’s finally getting to tell the rest of her story aside from that small glimpse you were shown in A Prequel. There is so much more to Callisto than meets the eyes and I can’t wait to share her with the rest of the world. For now enjoy this extended sneak peek into the life of a Legacy!
From chapter 5…
Callisto took a bite of the meat and potatoes her mother had made and moan. It was so good. Say what you wanted about Reagan Carvanis but the woman could cook her butt off. Callisto hoped to one day be at least half the cook her mother was. She was slowly learning all her mother’s receipes but she doubted she cooked them as good as she did. Practice made perfect and Callisto strived for nothing but perfection since the day she was born. She had no doubts she would master the art of cooking soon as well. “This is delicious Mother,” Callisto moaned out. A resounding agreement was heard from her brothers and father. Her mother had seriously out done herself this time. Everything was melting in Callisto’s mouth. “I can’t wait until you teach me this recipe. It’s one of my favorite meals.” “You are very welcome Callisto and thank you,” Reagan said. “I’m glad you are enjoying your birthday dinner. If you think that is good, just wait until dessert.” Callisto’s stomach rumbled in appreciation and she had to convince herself not to stuff food in her mouth faster than she’d be able to chew it. Callisto really wanted to talk about the society but her mother forbade such talk at her dinner table so they were resigned to eat in mostly silence. “Will there still be a party tomorrow Mother,” Callisto asked to fill in the silence. “Yes, the wives and I have set everything up. Your grandmother is very excited for it. A double birthday celebration for Christian and you. It was all we could do to keep you two a part from each other today. You’ve never went this long without being around each other.” “I miss him terribly. I can’t wait to see him tomorrow. I want to hear all about his day since I missed the entire thing,” Callisto pouted. “You two are awful. What ever will you do once your grown and have children of your own,” David teased. “Our children will be the best of friends just like we are. Marriage won’t separate us from each other.” Callisto watched as all her brothers rolled their eyes at her and went back to their dinners. They always teased her about being too attached to Christian. They didn’t know anything. Christian was hers, she just knew it. “Leave your sister alone boys. It’s nothing wrong with her spending a lot of time with Christian. Although now that his Mooyer training will be starting in the next day or two, you won’t be spending as much time together,” Caden said. I dropped my fork noisy on my plate. “What do you mean I won’t get to see him?” “Girls aren’t allowed in the society, you know that,” Reagan said. “But why can’t we train together?” “The training the boys receives is very different from the girls, Cal,” Caden Jr said. “It’s not fair. I want to train with Christian. Why can’t we train together?” “Don’t be ridiculous Callisto. Eat your food so we can open the rest of your presents,” Reagan scowled. “NO! It’s not fair.” Callisto picked her plate up and threw it down on the ground.
So what are you thoughts? I really hope everyone enjoys the first book in the Dark Indiscretions: Chronicles series. It is a spin-off of the Dark Indiscretions series. So far I only have four plan and Callisto’s is the only that coincides with the Dark Indiscretions timeline by the end of the book…the rest will take place before the events of Dark Indiscretions book one. They are more backstories of characters then anything else. Until next time. Now back to writing.
***This is a story of perseverance, trying to overcome the transgressions others inflict upon you, it’s a story of love gone wrong and obsession gone mad. This book contains raw and graphic sex, obscene language, violence, torture, rape, assault, none of which is limited to persons over the age of consent. This book is intended for MATURE AUDIENCE MEMBERS ONLY, and NOT intended for the weak at heart, nor persons with triggers related to child assault, rape or abuse.***
A beautiful, enchanting story of love, happiness—*Record needle scratches across vinyl*
I’m just fucking with you. Love, happiness, and fairy tales… Yeah, they don’t live here anymore. The only things residing amongst these thin and barren walls are Dominance, submission, and twisted fucking obsession. Stella gets knocked down over and over throughout her life… Though she is bloodied and battered she stands back up every single time, smirks and nods before asking, “That all you got?”.
Wesley has shoved his way through the rich life with both middle fingers up. He’s also shoved his way through half of the socialite population, but all that vanilla has left him a starved man. He knows he can’t keep his Dom fed with kinky little masochistic vanilla’s anymore. On his mission to find the perfect sub, Wesley stumbles across a broken, shattered angel, only to find when she comes up swinging, that this little angel knows how to fight.
He wants to be the one who breaks her…
But it’s not a question of who breaks her, the question is who destroys her.
“We will fight, angel. We’ll fight hard. But it’ll be worth every strike below the belt. Every hateful or spiteful word said, because when we love, when we fuck, when our passion reaches an intensity so goddamn powerful like it has every single time, it’ll extinguish all the bad. I want all your hate, Stell…Just as much as I want all your love. We are doing this. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop it, angel. Is that understood?”—Wesley Jacobs
5 holy shit, what just happened to me stars
Honestly I still done know what to say. I still have no words to adequately described the pleasure/pain experienced while reading Wesley and Stella’s story. To say I was taken on a roller coaster ride would be an understatement. This was twisted, raw, no holds bar, unadulterated mind fuckery, camouflaged as maybe there just might be, but no, its not Fucking happening.
Hey I told you I didn’t have the right words. Don’t shake your head at me!
That Which Destroys Me was adequately named because it did just that, it completely and utterly destroyed me. Just when I though maybe Stella’s shit life couldn’t possibly not getting any shittier, boy was I completely surprised my the events that were masterfully unfolding before me. I thought I knew but I had no idea WTFery I was getting into.
There were hard truths explored in That Which Destroys Me, not only about the characters themselves but about aspects of my own life I was forced to confront while emerging myself in page by agonizing page.
But when it was good it was so good it hurt. Wesley and Stella burned up the pages with their desire, obsession, and unhealthy love. They were no Romeo and Juliet but that was okay. That made their love for one another realer because it was unfiltered. They fucked up and they overreacted and they walked away when they should have stayed and talked shit out but when emotions are high and pride even higher we make choices. Sometimes those choices liberate us and sometimes those choices destroy us.
This is not a love story but a story about love. All consuming, can’t even think straight, want to kill anyone that looks at you sideways love.
But the icing on the twisted fucked up cake was the monster watching and silently waiting in the shadows because he’s more twisted and fucked up then everyone else in the room and he manages to hide it until he’s so cocky and sure of himself he just can’t resist letting us know how truly sick and evil his intentions lie. The only thing I could think once his true face was revealed was what in the name of all that’s holy happened to this little boy as a child to make him go bat shit Fucking crazy!!!
Who is Kimber? Shit, sometimes even I don’t know, lmao. However if I had to type up an author bio (which, son of a bitch, I do) this is how it would read. BTW, caught a lot of shit for this author bio. Really don’t give a fuck though, because I was asked to type up a bio. And if I can only say one thing for certain about myself, it’s this: I’m real, I don’t back down from what I believe, I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. I don’t bite my tongue and I never try to hide the ugly parts of who I am… You either love me or hate me, but if you love me… I’ll always be loyal, no fucking matter what 😉
I can be called a billon different things—daughter, wife, mother, labor unit nurse. I sell pussy on the side. *Coughs* That would be Persian kittens, thank you…you dirty-minded scoundrel. I’m a book blogger, book pimp, and a book whore. My two indulgences are my Jack’s in life…Jack Daniel’s and Blackjack. My biggest dream, the day I’ll acknowledge that I’ve succeeded in life and can I die a happy woman, is the day I get to go two stark-naked hour-round sexual bouts with Jason Statham. *Sighs*
I was born and raised in Louisiana… and No, I do NOT live in a bayou, I actually see the beaches on the gulf coast more than I see a bayou, lol. I started writing poems and short stories very early in my life. You know, for the Michaels and Leos and Nicks in my life. I’ve been a book hoarder since I was eleven years old, but then a couple years ago something wonderful happened! The 50 Shades of Grey craze brought to life my inner smut whore and I commenced to read anything and everything smut affiliated. When reading wasn’t enough anymore and I noticed that so many of the authors of my favorite indie authors and their books weren’t getting the exposure their work deserved, I turned it into a mission, starting my own blog, buying their books and reading them one by one. I then wrote my reviews for my blog and didn’t hold back in writing them (Hell yeah those motherfuckers a profanity laden). I’ve never done a single thing in my life halfway. I always go all in. After the success of my Blog, and the insistence of one of my bestest friends, my sister from another mister, Trina Taylor of Bad & Dirty Books, I was ready to finally take the plunge and see if I could write a book that was worth a damn. I’m a Southern girl to my core, a self-proclaimed smut whore, and I keep hearing that I’m an author, but honestly… I don’t believe the rumors, lol. I don’t feel like a kickass bitch spittin’ out lyrics, or stories, like a motherfuckin’ rockstar.
Tattooed across my ribs are the words I have always lived by: ‘Aut viam inveniam aut faciam tibi.’ Latin for: If I cannot find a way, I will make my own.