Roses Have Thorns…
At first look, Tess’ life seems absolutely flawless.
She’s gone from a scrappy little tomboy who grew up on the streets of Brooklyn to a gorgeous and sophisticated Manhattan socialite. She has money, influence, and a devilishly handsome husband who dotes on her.
But, deep down, Tess isn’t happy with any of it, and she quickly discovers that there’s a steep price to pay for her seemingly perfect existence – and that things on the surface are almost never what they seem.
This trilogy would be great on film!T. Chambers
It’s been a long time since I’ve sat (or in this case, stood) in one place and wanted to read a book from start to finish. Black Swan was that book for me – I LITERALLY blew through it in a day, it was that captivating. The subtleties of each character, marching their way to the ending that you don’t see coming – kept me spellbound. I cannot wait for round three of this series!K. Parris
Cold, unrumpled sheets were all that greeted me when I rolled over to the other side of my bed.
The sun beamed through the curtains, illuminating the spot where there should have been another warm body. I stretched and then let out a breath, scrambling to get upright. When I sat up, my hand brushed against something, a piece of paper laid neatly on the pillow next to mine. There was a single rosebud taped to it, plucked from the bush outside the very front of our building.
I picked up the note. It had Hannibal’s lovely scrawl all over it.
My darling, it read. He was always one for baroque flourishes of the language. It made me giggle sometimes. Even now, I smiled in spite of myself, all former traces of annoyance vanishing into thin air.
I apologize for not being here when you woke this morning. I had a rather urgent meeting to attend. I will return home as soon as I am able.
He hadn’t signed it. No “Love, Hannibal” or anything like that. Instead, he stamped it with his official seal, a monogram of his initials encircled with raised dots. I’d seen him put it firmly to important documents on so many occasions that by now, he surely repeated the action on muscle memory alone.
I was annoyed again. Full frown and all. Dammit, it was Saturday. I was starting to wonder why my husband even bothered to leave notes at this point.