I’m not a good person. In fact, I’m a real bitch. If the opportunity arises, I will take your husband, give him the best sex he’s ever had, and laugh behind your back once I’m done with him. I do not put on airs and graces. I just take what I want whenever I want it.
I am the abused who has become the abuser. I live for power because all power had been stripped from me for years. Now that I have it back, I feed off of it like it’s my primary sustenance, and I don’t care who I hurt in the process.
Every woman hates me, but do you know what? I don’t give a shit.
You won’t like me. I’m not here to be liked. You want to know my story? I won’t stop you from observing. Just know that once I’m done with you, no shower—no matter how scalding—will ever get me out from under your skin.
Warning: If you’re looking for pink, fluffy clouds, rainbows, and HEA’s, then this book is not for you. These pages contain flashback scenes of child abuse in all forms (physical, sexual, and emotional) as well as BDSM and other taboo themes.
Love does not live in this book. Only dark, twisted, and sick obsessions thrive here.
You. Have. Been. Warned!
I am the abused who has become the abuser. I live for power because all power had been stripped from me for years. Now that I have it back, I feed off of it like it’s my primary sustenance, and I don’t care who I hurt in the process.
Every woman hates me, but do you know what? I don’t give a shit.
You won’t like me. I’m not here to be liked. You want to know my story? I won’t stop you from observing. Just know that once I’m done with you, no shower—no matter how scalding—will ever get me out from under your skin.
Warning: If you’re looking for pink, fluffy clouds, rainbows, and HEA’s, then this book is not for you. These pages contain flashback scenes of child abuse in all forms (physical, sexual, and emotional) as well as BDSM and other taboo themes.
Love does not live in this book. Only dark, twisted, and sick obsessions thrive here.
You. Have. Been. Warned!
"I'm like the lotus flower. I have bloomed from muddy waters - looking beautiful at first glance - but if you see where I came from, you won't find me quite as alluring."
Sometimes someone is so spectacularly broken that the pieces they shatter into can never ever be put back together again. Scarlet is damaged, her inner light and innocence tainted by a man's dark desires, his vile will consuming her until all that is left is a twisted empty shell. All she understands is pain, everyone that should have ever protected her was blind to the slow death she experienced at the hands of the one man who should have protected her. After the ultimate betrayal Scarlet has re invented herself using her beauty and sexuality as a weapon, using it against those who believe they hold all the power. She plays a dangerous game with her end goal of watching them all burn with hatred of what she has done to ruin their perfect lives. Ingratiating herself back within the "loving arms" of her family she slowly destroys each relationship the only way she knows how...
Scarlet is a product of abuse and without anyone to help her recover, process and overcome her dreadful past she has perpetuated the cycle, taking what men want from her and getting high from the power she holds over men with her beauty. Relying on her obsession with her vengeance and her future with her partner she doesn't see herself slowly imploding. This story is raw. It's a visceral exploration of the effects of sexual abuse, the exploitation of a damaged soul and the impact it has - some things do not want to remain buried. Siren is overwhelmingly melancholy, poignant and disturbing. I loved every tortured page as realistically not everyone who experiences this kind of abuse does recover, they spiral downward and never see the light again. Her self destruction, her blindness to the truth is a beautiful tragedy as it slowly unfolds. Briefly there is a slither of hope in the form of Stuart but cruelly he is the if only moment in her story, he tried but she was once again betrayed by those that should have loved her. He isn't enough to stop her from Fi using what she started, she's already caught in the rip tide, drowning in her sea of revenge. Excellently written I felt that was a fantastic portrayal of a taboo subject, the secrets and lies destroying the innocence of a child creating someone twisted that only finds peace in the abuse. Emotions will run high throughout the reading of this story, you will feel enraged, disgusted and so much empathy for the child that has no one. The end blew me away and I really hope that is the end as it was perfect. I can not sing this story praises highly enough. It was refreshingly dark, with no happily ever after and no redemption for them, my favourite type of story!
A five star come down to the darkness with me read.
~*~ Obsessed by Books copy given in exchange for an honest review ~*~
Sometimes someone is so spectacularly broken that the pieces they shatter into can never ever be put back together again. Scarlet is damaged, her inner light and innocence tainted by a man's dark desires, his vile will consuming her until all that is left is a twisted empty shell. All she understands is pain, everyone that should have ever protected her was blind to the slow death she experienced at the hands of the one man who should have protected her. After the ultimate betrayal Scarlet has re invented herself using her beauty and sexuality as a weapon, using it against those who believe they hold all the power. She plays a dangerous game with her end goal of watching them all burn with hatred of what she has done to ruin their perfect lives. Ingratiating herself back within the "loving arms" of her family she slowly destroys each relationship the only way she knows how...
Scarlet is a product of abuse and without anyone to help her recover, process and overcome her dreadful past she has perpetuated the cycle, taking what men want from her and getting high from the power she holds over men with her beauty. Relying on her obsession with her vengeance and her future with her partner she doesn't see herself slowly imploding. This story is raw. It's a visceral exploration of the effects of sexual abuse, the exploitation of a damaged soul and the impact it has - some things do not want to remain buried. Siren is overwhelmingly melancholy, poignant and disturbing. I loved every tortured page as realistically not everyone who experiences this kind of abuse does recover, they spiral downward and never see the light again. Her self destruction, her blindness to the truth is a beautiful tragedy as it slowly unfolds. Briefly there is a slither of hope in the form of Stuart but cruelly he is the if only moment in her story, he tried but she was once again betrayed by those that should have loved her. He isn't enough to stop her from Fi using what she started, she's already caught in the rip tide, drowning in her sea of revenge. Excellently written I felt that was a fantastic portrayal of a taboo subject, the secrets and lies destroying the innocence of a child creating someone twisted that only finds peace in the abuse. Emotions will run high throughout the reading of this story, you will feel enraged, disgusted and so much empathy for the child that has no one. The end blew me away and I really hope that is the end as it was perfect. I can not sing this story praises highly enough. It was refreshingly dark, with no happily ever after and no redemption for them, my favourite type of story!
A five star come down to the darkness with me read.
~*~ Obsessed by Books copy given in exchange for an honest review ~*~
Prologue
I stand over my father’s grave, wiping the tears that threaten to fall onto the soil beneath my feet. I’m wearing a black dress, which is cut just above the knee, and on my feet is a pair of brand new, black and red Louboutin high heels. I scream class, but I am also the perfect image of a daughter in deep distress over her father’s untimely death.
And what an untimely death it was.
I clutch my chest, heaving sobs of grief as I bend down to lay new flowers at his grave. I have been coming here every single day, bringing new flowers to replace the old ones. I pick up yesterday’s flowers and toss them aside as I trace the line of my father’s name on his headstone.
Here lies Richard Valentine, loving father to two daughters. Born 26th January 1970, Died 15th July 2016.
That was three weeks ago. His body was found buried in Virginia Water in Surrey—only nineteen miles or so from where I live. He was buried deep, but a storm sixteen days ago unearthed his decaying body. He had a stab wound in his back which was determined to be the cause of his death. It was murder, of course, and it is only now that the police are investigating.
At first, they thought he had run away—possibly met a girl, got swept off his feet, and was living by the beach, sipping cocktails with a buxom blonde. My sister kept on the case, though. She tried to tell them that it wasn’t like him to just disappear without at least keeping in touch. I vouched for her to the police, but I also reminded her of that time when he disappeared for a year without a trace and came back just as suddenly as he had left. I knew the real reason why, but I didn’t divulge it to my sister or to the police. That little secret was between Daddy and me alone. The two police officers gave each other that look… The one that says, “Yeah, there’s no foul play here.” They just thought he had found the girl of his dreams and was busy acting the part of the doting boyfriend to his new plaything.
As I think on this, I stroke his grave tenderly and sweep away the leaves that have fallen from the nearby trees. I need to make sure that it is clean and tidy before kneeling down at his grave and throwing my arms over the gravestone. With my arms shielding me from anyone who may be watching, I take in a long, deep breath. A smirk rises on my face as I utter the words, “You always loved it when I threw my arms around you, didn’t you?” I sigh, scooting up to get closer to his headstone before spitting on his grave.
“I hope you’re enjoying your time in Hell, Daddy.”
Jaimie Roberts was born in London, but moved to Gibraltar in 2001. She is married with two sons, and in her spare time, she writes.
In June 2013, Jaimie published her first book, Take a Breath, with the second released in November 2013. With the reviews, Jaimie took time out to read and learn how to become a better writer. She gets tremendous enjoyment out of writing, and even more so from the feedback she receives.
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