Dream Collar: The Dream Series, Book Three

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Living the life of envy, surrounded by wealth, and enjoying all the trappings a fast-paced social standing brings with her high-society, real estate mogul husband, the classy, cool, beautiful Brooklyn MacMillan is teetering a delicate facade. Confronted by her sisters, the last thing she wants to deal with are their insinuations, or to face her own inner turmoil, or to reveal tightly held secrets that would expose her ill-fated encounter with Blaine Montgomery.

But her fears, as deep as they are, pale in comparison to the intensely seductive mysterious Miguel Zambrano, who traveled with her sisters as part of their security team. She finds herself consumed with the fascination, excitement, and intrigue of him, unable to resist his charm amid the deadly plots and sadistic twists that have brought him into her life.

Theirs is a passion that obsesses and compels Brooklyn to bare her darkest truths. Drawing on his strength to find her own, she must face her greatest fears. A frightening plunge into a troubled past that will either secure their future… or destroy it.
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Chapter One

The glacier between Carson and me that has been growing since we were little girls is melting into the hellhole of Blaine Montgomery. An awkward kindred spirit forging from stalagmites and stalactites jammed into the shards of our splintered souls. A newfound commonality neither of us wants to embrace as we agitate from a safe distance across the room with wary eyes and acrid tongues and caustic faces.

I certainly don’t want any of this.?

Not with this sister.?

Not for this reason.?

Not at this time in my life.?

Grateful for the interrupting knock on the door. Grateful for a quick dab of tears and check of makeup. Grateful for a feeble pause to find a shred of poise as Carson opens it to a crowd of bodies.

Raleigh rushes straight at me. “We’re back!”

My turn away isn’t fast enough to keep her from seeing how upset I am. But it doesn’t matter. The atmosphere is thick enough for a machete.??

“Everything okay?”

“Yes. We’re good.” Carson’s words would have been more convincing in print.

Raleigh’s pissed-off look travels back and forth as if giving us multiple chances to come out of our corners and start the fight over and do it fair this time with her as the referee. But some things are better left alone until the broom of time can sweep it away, or put it back together, or pile it in the debris of life gone astray.

“Well, alrighty then. What’s next?”

“The three of us need to talk.” Carson’s mood has the disgust of that tacky discarded stick after the pretty sucker has been licked away.

“Yes. Of course. We can go shopping.”?

I put on my best pretend of regained composure for Raleigh’s sake, and for the audience of people standing there in uncomfortable wait. Something Carson doesn’t seem to notice, or care about, or feel at least responsible to hold up her end of play nice.

She walks to the window as if gazing distance from a prison yard rumble and mutters her two-word sentence. “We can’t.”?

The attorney in me rises to the courtroom dramatics with confidence that the verdict has not been sealed, and I can successfully argue my case. “I know some great boutiques. And, I can dress the two of you up like Barbie dolls. It will be fun.”

“Not today, Brooklyn. Not?” the scowl of her words pause when she turns around to my please-help-me-meet-you-halfway pleading eyes. “But… that does sound like fun… another time…”

Too late to stop the launch of my own defiance. “Why not?”

Raleigh takes my hands. “Brooklyn. It’s not Carson’s fault. Don’t be mad. Most of the guys with us are security. Blaine Montgomery is trying to hurt us.”

Palms rise in exaggerated thrusts of air pound and words fly like piercing javelins at Carson’s audacity. “You came here? To my house? You led him straight to me?”

I am so fucking mad at her.?

I am furious at myself for not telling her to go to hell when she called to say they were dropping in on me this weekend.?

I am right not to trust her.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

The thought of Blaine Montgomery coming anywhere near me again swoons lightheaded imbalance, and spins disconnect into orbit, and capsizes the sliver of tranquility I was trying to bring to this little reunion.

Raleigh helps me to a chair.

Grant brings me some water and offers up sincere-enough sounding console, but his effort falls on disbelieving ears. “No. No. It’s okay. He doesn’t know we’re here. We took precautions. It’s okay.”

Carson is mirroring my weakness in a slow decline that others guide to a nearby chair. The severity of our circumstance is weighing heavy on both of us. The veracity of our uneasiness is agitating resentment in both of us. The helplessness of our fate is causing mayhem. All we can do is stare at one another.

Hard glares.

Unyielding expressions.

Angry eyes.

Raleigh wipes terror beading on my brow. “Brooklyn, we can talk here, in private. Security will be on the other side of the door the whole time. We’re safe.”

No. We’re not safe. We will never be safe. We can’t escape Blaine Montgomery. But, more than that, I cannot escape the more pressing reality that is just as chilling.

“But….” They have no idea of what their change in plans will cost me. “We’re supposed to meet Mason at the club for lunch.”

Carson’s words tap the cesspool of hot water still rippling from our standoff. “You can.”

I think better on my feet, so I pace.

I can’t deal with Montgomery.

I can’t deal with Carson.

I will worry about all of that later.

I have worse things.?

“I’ll have Delores prepare lunch for you. But, I need to get ready for the club. Please excuse me.”

I’m glad to get away from Carson.?

I just want to scream obscenities at her.?

I want to rip those gorgeous eyes out of their sockets to get them far away from me.

As I walk past her, my gaze is distracted by the intense yet tender regard of the man standing beside her. His eyes are on me, but his hand is trying to massage away the tightness in her trembling shoulder. Amid the gaggle of security standing in solemn surround of my sister, he is the only one I see. This man.?

I am drawn to him.?

I don’t understand the intensity that is stirring.

I am startled almost as much as I am intrigued and frightened and perplexed and dumbfounded.?

But, I need to focus on Mason.?

He’s going to be pissed the others aren’t joining us for lunch.?

He hates last-minute changes, and I already did that once today when I asked if we could have lunch with my family instead of his business associates.?

I dread his anger.

I rush out of the room, up the stairs, into the closet.

I need the perfect outfit to distract him, but it’s my mind that is distracted. It keeps drifting back to what Carson told me.?

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!?

I wouldn’t wish Montgomery on?well?not even Carson.?

Damn you, Carson!

My hand lands on an outfit Mason hasn’t seen yet.?

Chiffon. Not my usual choice for the club. But, the knee-length, shoulderless dress is just feminine enough, just revealing enough, just pretty enough, that it might catch Mason off guard and soften his sour and forestall his wrath.

I pull my hair up to accentuate the neck he likes to see. No jewelry needed. I select the extra-steep Manolo Blahniks to heighten my legs he likes to see.

The only accessory is the wedding ring he insists be on public display at all times like a paid-for tag on a possession. His possession. His property.

When I descend the stairs, the noisy group that has invaded my home is passing through the foyer with Carmelita escorting them to lunch.?

But, the only thing I hear is the intrigue of one man pounding in my ears.?

His eyes unapologetic in delighted gaze.

His face softened from earlier stern.

His lips curled in beguiling grin.

My lips struggle with discretion as my mind races through a maze of thoughts traveling all over my body. I’m glad there are so many people around. I’m afraid of what I might do otherwise.

As I near the bottom of the stairwell, I flutter at words that break my trance.

“You look ravishing, Mrs…. Ms?.” Grant is speaking. “Brooklyn.”

I accept his kind gesture of extended hand. He is quite the gentleman and quite a catch for Carson.?

She has a hint of tenderness on her face that I don’t usually associate with her, and I don’t feel for her after our unpleasantness this morning. But for a moment, just a moment, I wish we could be closer.?

But not today.?

Not after she shattered the pieces of courage I’ve been slowly rebuilding since Montgomery mutilated it.

Not today.

But, someday, I hope.

So, I smile back, to let her know I’m willing to try, and her eyes signal message received with a glint of moisture.

Raleigh, as usual, is all smiles, and Trevor is captivated by her charm.

There’s a sweetness to their love affair. I envy their bliss. I wish I had that with Mason.?

But, I don’t.

I chastise my manners.

“Thank you, Grant. You are most kind. I wish I could stay and enjoy lunch with you. I’m sure you’ll have a much better time than I shall, but I must be off.”

“Would you indulge me and allow Miguel to drive you?” His other hand is extending toward that man. The one with eyes still on my heart. The one causing color to flood my cheeks. The one making my legs feel awkward. The one making my giddy feel like it did in middle school. That man.

I barely catch my gasp through bitten lip before it betrays my fragile grasp on composure.?

Fuck, yes! There’s nothing I’d like better. But, there’s no way I can explain him to Mason. I don’t even know what he is to me.?

“That’s most generous, but my husband would never understand.”

“Discretion is a job requirement. Miguel will drive you and remain near, but out of sight, throughout your lunch. I’m sure you’ll be able to think of a reason why you and your husband don’t come back here together.” Grant is looking at me, and I’m already figuring out how to make this work. “I trust you are as clever as your sisters in that way.”

Raleigh laughs. “Oh, much cleverer, I’m sure!”

I look at him. That man. The one who hasn’t loosened his grip on my self-indulgence, my slipping self-respect, and my severe lack of self-control since he walked in my house.

Why the hell not? It’s been that kind of day. Living on the edge could become my new mantra. My walk on the wild side. My tempt of fate. My middle finger salute to karma. “I would never want to be accused of being less clever than my sisters, I accept your generous offer, Grant. And, I graciously accept your company, Mr….”

“Zambrano.” His deep voice and sexy rolling R wobbles my ankles like a little girl in ice skates for the first time, and his step-right-up arm wrap through mine makes me look like I was falling toward him on purpose. “But, please, ma’am, call me Miguel.”

“Miguel it is. And, I insist you call me Brooklyn.”

“Shall we go?”

“We shall.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I can’t help but see the exchange between Grant and Carson.?

I swear Grant gave her a thumbs up.?

What the hell? Just more Carson shit to delve into, I guess! No time for that now.

We take my silver Tesla Model S, which is a ‘fucking goddess, pardon my French,’ according to Miguel, which makes me cackled.

“Yes, she is. I call her Madonna.” He gives me a quizzical look, so I explain. “As in don’t-uh want-uh ever let this bitch get away.’”

This time, I’m the one making him laugh. “Do you ever take her out and let her show you what she can do?”

“You mean zero to sixty in four point two seconds? Hell, yeah. But, that’s just what the brochure says. I got her to sixty in three point nine nine.”

Miguel high fives me. “This electric hybrid is sweet! Do you have trouble keeping her charged?”

Fuck, no! She’s charging as we speak.?

But, he means the car.?

“No. I’m on autopilot when I get home. Plug in the Tesla, plug in the iPhone. And, the law firm has its own Supercharger that juices the battery in less than an hour. Part of the compensation package when I agreed to start up the white collar crime section for the Austin law firm’s home office.”

“So, they just gave you a Tesla?”

“No. I told them that’s what I wanted or there was no deal.”

“Helluva negotiator, Brooklyn. Impressive.”

I wonder if he’s talking about Madonna or me.

I hope it’s me.

I want it to be me.

We’re at the club way too soon, and as promised, he discreetly lets me out, parks the car, and disappears.?

When the hostess takes me to Mason’s table, my husband is engrossed in his iPhone and misses my grand entrance. But, not something that goes unnoticed by others in the dining room.?

And, I hold my chuckle when I see Darla slap Charles. Something he’s used to, taking it in stride, and winking at me. The old partner at the law firm continues to embrace his ladies’ man reputation of long ago and far away, and no way in hell. He’s gawking up the wrong tree.

My racing heart?and it seems my resurrected libido?apparently belong to another. Didn’t even know I was in the market until Miguel walked through the door. I could use another shot of that Latin infusion right now, but I don’t spot him anywhere.?

Damn!?

But just knowing he’s near makes it hard to focus on Mason, who still hasn’t looked up from his texting.

“The others won’t be joining us.”

That gets his attention, and his frown is just as intense as I feared. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I change my plans to accommodate you, and you don’t bring them.” He leans forward and the steam of his words hit me hard in the face. “You don’t bring Grant Sutter to lunch with me? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

His profane temper befuddles one of the older ladies at the next table into dropping her salad fork on the floor. The clamor prickles my raw nerves.

While the waitress hurries over with a new one, I try to diffuse the situation with my barely audible plea, “Calm down, Mason. Please.” But, his anger is out of my control.

“That’s a new look for you, Lyn. What the fuck? Something going on you need to tell me about?”

I busy myself with a sip of ice cold water to slow the rush of blood to my face. “You don’t like it?”

“Like it? I’ve got a hard-on. Hell, half the men?and women?were having orgasms while you pranced through the room in that short little number but…”

“But?”

“I don’t think it’s club-appropriate. Why didn’t you wear the white Dior suit?”

He sends my heart through the shredder in crosscut precision. “My apologies. I was going to, but… I? I know how much you like this color. It’s the same peach as the neglig?e you gave me for Christmas.”

“Yes. It is. I like the way it looks against your skin. Your neck. It makes me want to…” He leans forward and whispers in pretend concern for the old ladies straining to eavesdrop. “It makes me want to rip it off of you and fuck you hard on the concrete terrace for the whole world to see. Like I said, not club-appropriate.”

I down my horror and cross-arm a cover of my chest as the waiter places a scant salad plate in front of me.

Mason tells him to clear the other four place settings because “My dear sweet wife forgot to tell me our guests cancelled.” The waiter is barely out of hearing range when the chastising lets loose. “Sit up straight, Lyn. You know that drives me crazy.”

“I’m sorry.” I straighten up and pull my arms back to my side and hold my head high, just like he wants.

“Stop apologizing. It’s fucking annoying. Just get it right.”?

His hateful smile is just as toxic as his severe words while he enjoys my obligatory, gracious acceptance, and waves to a business colleague across the room in the pretend of social graces that he and I have perfected for public eyes while he is chewing up my courage and spitting it out like gristle that should be served to the dogs.?

“I shouldn’t have to correct you all the time. We’ve been married, what is it? Five, six years?”

“Six years.”?

Nine months.?

Five days.?

One hour.?

Thirty-nine minutes.

“I hope you don’t mind, Mason, if I interrupt your lunch with your lovely wife.”

Lance Colton puts his hand on my bare shoulder and I shirk a shift away to look up at him and gracefully cover his gaze with a manicured shield, which causes his hand to rest on the back of my chair instead. Not far enough for my comfort, but better than him enjoying his skin-crawling perch.

“I couldn’t help but notice when you came in. You look especially sexy today, Brooklyn. I like that dress.”

He adjusts his crotch and uses that filthy hand to take mine and wet kisses it. He’s been making passes at me since the day Mason brought him on board as the broker to run the north Austin real estate office. A sick little game that Mason likes to encourage.

“I told her it makes me want to rip it off and fuck her out on the terrace!”

“Hell, I’d do it right here on the table. Just push all this crap off and I wouldn’t rip that beautiful dress, just pull it up.”

“If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I need to visit the little girl’s room.”?

I stand and leave as quickly as I can and distance their disgusting laughter.?

I imagine Mason is negotiating how much that would be worth to Lance and is taking his vulgar offer into consideration and is already deciding what vice he would spend it on.

My husband disgraces me.

I don’t know why I put up with his humiliation.?

I don’t know how much longer I can.

I take a little longer in the rest room than I think Mason will tolerate because he’s already mad at me, so no need to try and make him happy. That lost cause went down the toilet full of more crap than I can shake a shovel at. But, procrastination won’t make it stink less.

As I step out to return to the table, I pass Miguel heading to the men’s room. He discreetly arches the unspoken question and I provide a silent confirm and I hold unbroken stride in conflict with my spirit that doesn’t want to return to the table of doom.?

Just seeing Miguel makes me feel better.?

I imagine if Mason gets out of control that he’ll help me.?

I like this hero-to-the-rescue sensation pulsing through my body.

“What are you smiling about?” Mason catches me off guard, and I solemn my thoughts. “Were you looking forward to a fuck with Lance?”

“No. And?” what the hell? He’s already mad. I might as well speak my mind. “I don’t like it when you talk to me that way and let him treat me like that. I’m your wife. Not your property. You should have more respect for me than?”

“More respect than what, Lyn? To treat you like a fucking whore? Is that what you were going to say? Have you forgotten, Lyn, how I rescued you and put you up on that high-priced pedestal you enjoy so much? Have you forgotten that the man who made you can just as easily break you?” He leans across the table and almost crushes my hand to demonstrate the power he has over me in case his words didn’t convey the message strong enough. “And, don’t you ever talk to me that way again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. Crystal clear.”?

I eat the boiled shrimp.?

Mason sees it as his rightful husbandly duty to control everything in my life down to selecting every bite of food he thinks goes into my mouth to keep me from getting fat and ugly and useless.?

I hate shrimp.?

I hate salad.?

I hate him.

When I get away from him, I have grease-sizzling fajitas and drippy-fried tortilla chips and oil-coated cheesy queso, with giant frozen strawberry margaritas rimmed with sugar. But, not even my hungry imagination can camouflage the rubber cold shrimp as appetizing today. There is no taste left in my mouth. Only tasteless here at this table.

“So, since you didn’t ask, I assume you don’t care, but I’m going to tell you anyway.”

Blood is running all over his plate as he slices a chunk of prime rib and globs horseradish dip on it and gnaws on it, talking right through his full mouth.

“The meeting I had this morning was a waste of time. All talk and no action. They aren’t fronting the money for the sub-development. They just wanted me to put their names on the marketing pieces and said, in return, they would help me get the word out.”

He takes a swig of his drink and wipes the dribble off his face.

“Bullshit! What do they think I am? Fucking stupid! I don’t need their names. I need their money. That’s why I’m so pissed at you for not getting Sutter here. He was a hell of a back-up plan. They’re sitting right over there in the corner, watching us, and if Sutter…”

Eat the parsley??

Don’t eat the parsley??

Cut the shrimp in half??

Eat it whole??

This is how I’ve learned to occupy my brain while Mason talks non-stop about himself and all of his misadventures and keep a pretend interest on my face.?

I am grateful his wealthy father continues to write the checks because Mason blows through money about as fast as he blows through cocaine, his current drug of choice.?

“Hi, Brookie!” Celia Lewinsky leans in air kisses. “Don’t forget we need to chat after Thursday’s League meeting. Where did you get that outfit? You look sick, girl! Tah-tah! Hey, Sheila! Girl, you look divine!”

Lunch at the club is the equivalent of the coffee pot at work.?

Juicy grapevine harvest.?

See and be seen.?

Eavesdrop and run.?

Backstab with kisses.

“?key lime pie, but she won’t have anything. Yes, please take my plate, and hers, too.”

I breathe three very small, very quiet slips of air. I need a little courage. Even if it’s just empty air in my lungs. “Would you mind if I leave a little earlier than we had planned? I need to check on something at the office …”

“Sure, honey, why the fuck not?? It’s all you care about anyway. I’ll just adjust, Lyn, to whatever the hell you’ve got planned for me this time. Get me another bourbon.” He holds up his drink that’s still three-quarters full and downs it.?

He’s had too much already, and I know all too well how bad he gets when he drinks. I’d rather not go home at all, but I can’t do that to my sisters. I don’t know what he’d do or say if I weren’t there.?

“Still here? Go. Fuck off!”

I get up and give him his customary kiss on the cheek and he swats me on the butt.?

I hate his little traditions, but smile through embarrassment, just happy to leave.

When I get off the elevator, Miguel strides out of the shadows and puts his arm around my waist and safe-guides me to where the car is parked.?

I think I feel him squeeze soft. Just a little bit.?

I know I do lean close. Just a little bit.?

Once inside the dark-tinted car with the doors locked, he asks, “To the office?”

“No. That was just an excuse to leave.”?

I slump in my seat and draw down calming breaths and then it dawns on me. “Where were you? How did you hear that? And, how did you get to the parking garage before me?”

“Close. Good ears. You talked with the hostess on your way out.”

Damn! He’s good. Damn good!

“Let’s hit I-35 and burn some rubber. Madonna needs to let off some steam.”

Miguel smiles and touches the thing in his ear and says, “I-35 in two. Tesla. Got it.”

I touch my ear, “What’s that?”

“My connection.”

“To…”

“My world.”

I see what he means after he maneuvers onto a section of the freeway that’s mysteriously vacant of cars and cops.?

“You want to drive?” He kindly offers, but I know he hopes I don’t want to.

“No. I want to sit back and enjoy your ride.”

“You got it.” He guns it and our heads pop.?

This is a fucking sci-fi shotgun seat rush out of this world!?

His laughter is guttural and infectious and inebriating as he blows my record clear off the pavement.

I put my hands up and squeal like a girl. “Whee!”

When he stops, I can’t help but look and see how excited he is.?

Sure enough.?

But, so much more than I expected.?

I squeeze my thighs and stretch my toes.?

I’m feeling it, too.?

I catch him looking at me out of the corner of my eye, and I twinkle a tease.

“Oh, Madonna, you are no longer a virgin!” I do a little finger drumroll on her dashboard ending in air-hiss symbol crash and cup my hands behind my head. “You took her for the ride of my dreams!”

“I’m just getting started.”

With my hands still cupping my head, I look through my bent forearm and I like the hungry look on his face.?

“I think you better take us home, Mr. Zambrano, before Madonna gets us both in trouble. She does, after all, have that wild side.”

As he drives, I keep turning my wedding ring around and around on my finger.?

You’re a married woman, Brooklyn, with a very jealous husband.

Focus.

Focus.

Focus.

But, my mind has no say in my seat. Shifting cheek to cheek, trying to quash the moisturized crevice gushing a geyser above my thighs. I kick off my heels and put my feet on the dash with bent knees. Leaning forward with elbows on thighs supporting my head pulsing up and down against sharp-stabbed fingers traveling wrinkled brow to blood-rushed cheeks matching air forcing space between teeth-clenched lips.

“Are you okay, Brooklyn?”

His words don’t calm. They just exasperate the intensity.

“Uh-huh.”

Hell, no, I’m far from okay!

I have never in my life had that level of sensation between my legs without some male-provided or electronic-stimulated assistance for this long.

I just want to scream it to pop or stop or do something other than torment me.

Instead, I turn on ZZ Top and punch the volume to eardrum explosion.?

In desperation, I cross my legs in pretzel lock and rub the back of my neck with my left hand as I turn to my window and try to burst my overinflated hot-air balloon.?

As I arrive at that final luscious destination and I pant back to reality and I open my dizzy eyes and I find beautiful dark eyes devouring my passion.

Then, I realize.?

That’s his reflection in the window.?

And, he can see me.?

Yep. He was there for my solo flight.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

“I just love me some ZZ Top!”?

I blink another steal at his lap.?

I didn’t think it was possible.

Yep. It’s grown even bigger. That bul

6 reviews for Dream Collar: The Dream Series, Book Three

  1. SL

    4 stars.
    This was not a happy go lucky story. It was dark, edgy, sad to the point of tear jerky.
    It is the tale of domestic abuse and the toil it takes on its victims. This story
    was very well written. It is a story of Brooklyn and Miguel and her sisters. It is a story
    of a battered wife who keeps going back to her husband. You find out what she is
    thinking. What she is feeling. It was very dark and you are kept on the edge of your
    seat through most of it with murder, and abuse and psychological twists, etc.
    I did not like that there was no resolution or conclusion. You will need to wait for the
    next book to find out what happens next with a lot of unanswered questions. There are
    no graphic sexual scenes. There was so much sadness that after I finished reading it, I had to find a light comedy to read next. It was haunting.

  2. SL

    4 stars.
    This was not a happy go lucky story. It was dark, edgy, sad to the point of tear jerky.
    It is the tale of domestic abuse and the toil it takes on its victims. This story
    was very well written. It is a story of Brooklyn and Miguel and her sisters. It is a story
    of a battered wife who keeps going back to her husband. You find out what she is
    thinking. What she is feeling. It was very dark and you are kept on the edge of your
    seat through most of it with murder, and abuse and psychological twists, etc.
    I did not like that there was no resolution or conclusion. You will need to wait for the
    next book to find out what happens next with a lot of unanswered questions. There are
    no graphic sexual scenes. There was so much sadness that after I finished reading it, I had to find a light comedy to read next. It was haunting.

  3. Redrabbitt

    This is such an edgy, intense series and these books should be read in order to fully grasp this dark haunting tale. The plot kept me captivated and the pages turning. The vast cast of characters are complex and the dialog raw, honest, emotional and at time heart wrenching.
    Each book focuses mainly on one sister, and this time it is the oldest of the MacMillian siblings, Brooklyn. These stories are so full of raw, edgy twists and turns that will have your cringing in painful horror at times and laughing at antics later on. So many emotions, so much pain, deceit, lies, greed, theft, murder, spousal abusive, family abuse, rape, psychological abuse and dirty, painful secrets. Secrets will be revealed and lead to shock and awe for so many people and family members. Family needing each other\’s support, consolation, remembrances, forgiveness, and bonding. The MacMillian sisters will learn how big their brave truly is. We still have two sisters to learn more about, Madison and Savannah. I can\’t wait to see where their stories will go.

  4. Redrabbitt

    This is such an edgy, intense series and these books should be read in order to fully grasp this dark haunting tale. The plot kept me captivated and the pages turning. The vast cast of characters are complex and the dialog raw, honest, emotional and at time heart wrenching.
    Each book focuses mainly on one sister, and this time it is the oldest of the MacMillian siblings, Brooklyn. These stories are so full of raw, edgy twists and turns that will have your cringing in painful horror at times and laughing at antics later on. So many emotions, so much pain, deceit, lies, greed, theft, murder, spousal abusive, family abuse, rape, psychological abuse and dirty, painful secrets. Secrets will be revealed and lead to shock and awe for so many people and family members. Family needing each other’s support, consolation, remembrances, forgiveness, and bonding. The MacMillian sisters will learn how big their brave truly is. We still have two sisters to learn more about, Madison and Savannah. I can’t wait to see where their stories will go.

  5. doodlebug

    Dark step inside the head of a woman struggling to love her abusive husband and trying to keep a devastating secret. Brooklyn inspires you with her strength and courage. Keeping you on the edge of each page-turn hoping she and Miguel find a way to deal with their sexy turmoil. Laughing at the adorable Chaela, grateful for her humor. This book takes you deeper into the MacMillan sisters\’ lives entangled with Blaine Montgomery. Leaving you anxious for the next two books and hoping these very different sisters on different paths come together in revenge. It haunts. It intrigues. It draws you in.

  6. doodlebug

    Dark step inside the head of a woman struggling to love her abusive husband and trying to keep a devastating secret. Brooklyn inspires you with her strength and courage. Keeping you on the edge of each page-turn hoping she and Miguel find a way to deal with their sexy turmoil. Laughing at the adorable Chaela, grateful for her humor. This book takes you deeper into the MacMillan sisters’ lives entangled with Blaine Montgomery. Leaving you anxious for the next two books and hoping these very different sisters on different paths come together in revenge. It haunts. It intrigues. It draws you in.

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