Imperfect Consequences

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What lengths would you go to in order to save your marriage?

Broken trust. Bitter arguments. Burning secrets.

Their marriage in ruins, David and Shannon must alter their balance of power or risk losing everything important – including their love. There’s one alternative left. Domestic Discipline. While the intense change is amazing, both are left with fear and self-doubt. As old behaviors resurface, they’re forced to face secrets from the past.

Will the new dynamic be enough? Are they strong enough? Do they love each other enough?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary three-book set includes elements of angst, betrayal, and power exchange but guarantees an HEA. Experience the journey of a couple deeply in love, struggling to hold on to what they hold dear.

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“Damn it! Why is every night like this?”

“Cause you’re a jerk-off,” Shannon Parker muttered under her breath. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. Loathing her husband and calling him names seemed like sport lately, one she relished and seemed to be winning. Snickering, she could tell David was swearing, turning away as he spewed nasty words.

“Bitch.”

Cringing, she stood, staring out the living room bay window, a myriad of ugly thoughts racing in the back of her mind. She glanced toward the doorway and held up her middle finger, anger boiling within. I fucking hate you.

“You’re such a bitch, lately.”

“Shut up!” she screeched and fisted her forehead. God, she wanted to punch him. The sad truth? Her behavior continued to be reprehensible. She could hear David rustling in the kitchen, opening and closing cabinet doors, the sounds wafting above the music blaring on the CD player. Of course, he wasn’t just washing and drying utensils and placing them in the drawers. He was yanking open every one, throwing every spoon and knife, dish or glass inside before slamming the door or the drawer, cursing in a low and husky tone, every time. But she could still hear his angry exclamations. Asshole. For a minute, she considered storming into the kitchen and telling him to his face. Any additional insolence would only escalate another fight. Now she debated.

“You shut up!”

David was pissed tonight, frustration brimming in his words since he’d gotten home. Then again, his moods had been getting darker over the last several months as their relationship continued to deteriorate. Her husband was a different man than the one she’d married. And, she was an unconventional woman, one her husband couldn’t seem to tolerate.

She shook her head, trying her best to keep the nasty words she was thinking from brimming to the surface. Another argument wasn’t going to do either one of them any good, or their nearly destroyed marriage, but goddamn it, he could push every fucking button. Calm down. Just calm down. She glanced over at her glass of red wine, and for the first time in her life, the color made her think of death. Maybe the fact her mother had recently died had something to do with her moments of raw angst. Sadly, her bouts of lashing out at David, blaming him for practically everything that had gone wrong lately, had been increasing as well. They were on a collision course to separation; she had no doubt. There were days she didn’t give a shit, and others she was on the brink of bawling her eyes out. Shannon’s emotions were all over the place, her sensitivity level so high David couldn’t seem to say anything right. At least to her.

A rattled sigh escaping her lips, she reached over and grabbed her wine glass, nearly knocking the dense crystal over onto David’s CD collection. Snorting, she could only imagine just how infuriated he’d be if some of his precious music collection were ruined. Taking a sip and then a gulp of her wine, she shivered from hearing him cursing again. That’s all he seemed to do lately, curse. And all she could do was call him names—horrible, vile names. She palmed the glass with one hand as she shook her head. Their life, barely two years before, had been different, happy. Well, mostly happy.

When did the ugliness start? The arguments were created out of nothing, ending up so horrific and totally off the radar. Day after day, they screamed at each other until the wee hours of the morning. Why? When had she spent the first night crying herself to sleep? When was the first time she’d contemplated leaving? The answers weren’t easy to come by. Neither were the reasons why. They’d simply fallen into a bitter trap, one not unlike several sets of close married couples they knew. So many of their friends were either embroiled in divorce or getting close to ending whatever relationship they were in.

Closing her eyes, she could still remember the love, the passion, and the fun she and David had shared together. In the beginning, they’d been so much in love, unable to keep their hands off each other. Life had never been perfect, but right now, there was nothing they shared that was enjoyable any longer. Nothing. Their relationship was simply a tumultuous mess.

Shannon took another sip of her wine, realizing her hand was shaking so much that beads of merlot were trickling down the side of the glass. Her heart skipping, she drove back tears along with her anger, afraid of starting another fight. Tonight was supposed to be about enjoying dinner together and not a boxing match, but each time they shared space or had heated discussions, a battle seemed to ensue. Every day was a new conversation about bills and her constant spending, her laziness around the house, or so much of his time spent with his friends.

God, she was tired, exhausted from sparring over nothing. She could hear him grumbling in the background, and a part of her wanted to grab a bag and her keys and leave the house, him, and her fake life, forever. Fake. The nasty word was the only way to describe the moments that revolved around the clock lately.

She turned back toward the window, her emotions running high. For a brief minute, she closed her eyes, imaging another life, one filled with joy, and peace, and passion and…

“Are you going to help me finish the dishes or not?”

Shannon’s eyes snapped open. She exhaled, and the ugly sound was ragged. Just say yes. Just make peace. “Sure.”

David snorted. “Or are you too busy drinking your wine?”

He always cut her down, no matter what she was doing or not doing. “Damn it! Why do you always do that?” Turning to face him, she gave him a horrible sneer. He was looming in the doorway. Jesus.

“Stop acting like a child. If you’d help me more, then I wouldn’t have to push you.”

“Push me? I do the lion’s share of work around here since you’re always working.” Shannon’s eyes flashed. “When was the last time you did a load of laundry or ran the vacuum? Do you even know how to turn the damn thing on?” When her tirade was met with silence, she hissed. “See.”

“Fine. Have it your way. Somehow, you always manage to get what you want anyway.” David stalked back into the kitchen.

Her legs trembling, she swore under her breath. Fuck you. She wasn’t good, any longer, at making the peace, but tonight, she was exhausted from extra hours at work and simply not getting enough sleep. Clenching her fist, she held out her glass and shook her head. He knew how to push her buttons every time. The fight wasn’t worth fighting. Resigned, she polished off her drink, and walked back into the kitchen. Where was love? They certainly seemed to have a lot of hate.

David glanced in her direction before placing several plates in the now empty dishwasher. Turning on the faucet, he wrapped his hand around a bowl, yanking it under the water. “So, are you going to help, or do I need to hire someone?”

“Why do you have to be argumentative about every aspect of our life?”

“Every aspect? You have to be kidding me,” David snapped. Shaking his head, he grabbed a glass, tossing it onto the top rack, the clamor echoing into the room.

She had to fight to keep from gasping. “Just stop.”

“Jesus Christ, Shannon. We can’t even have dinner without arguing. We can’t even have a conversation without you turning and twisting the words around and making every single thing I say sound nasty.”

“You’re right about dinner, but you usually start the bullshit.”

David glanced in her direction before gripping the counter with both hands. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m a fucking asshole. That’s all I’ve been ever since the day we got married. Right?”

“That’s not what I said,” Shannon whispered as she folded her arms.

“But that’s exactly what you meant.”

Her breath caught as she tried to figure out how to answer him. If she had to be honest with herself, she’d used the words more often than not, lately. “I don’t know what I mean any longer.”

“Well, maybe you need to figure out what you mean and what you want. Maybe we both do.” David locked eyes with her, then looked away.

“And what the hell does that mean?” Incensed, she shook her head. When he remained silent, she flanked his side, the tone of her voice becoming more demanding. “I asked you a question. Answer it.”

“Look, this crap we’re doing to each other can’t continue.”

For the first time in several years, they agreed on something. And she was honestly beginning to question any aspect of his love. Shannon started to move away, but something drew her back, maybe the memories, the quiet joys she could still find in her heart. Sighing, she studied his back, the way he was standing so tall and yet so tense. They’d been happy once. Now she had to wonder whether they could ever find a way back to each other again. “Yeah, you’re right as usual. You’re always so very right.” When he looked away, she cringed. “Whatever. I’m going to bed.”

David exhaled slowly. “Fine. I’ll be up later, after I freaking calm down. You take the joy out of everything.”

Why don’t you just sleep on the couch? She started to suggest the very notion, knowing he was going to escape into his office and surf the internet, but why bother? “Sure, you need joy in your life, and I don’t.” Her feet were heavy as she walked up the stairs, tears slipping from her eyes. Shannon wiped them away furiously, determined not to allow him to get to her tonight. Sadly, David was right. Their battles had to end, and she wasn’t certain what would help. So many things had been tried, so many conversations held. She was exhausted from bantering, unable to see straight, most evenings.

The moment she walked into their bedroom, she couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. The honest truth was, she still loved David with all her heart and was terrified of losing him. Everything seemed so out of control lately, and she couldn’t keep a grip on her emotions. Work was overwhelming, with new clients, and everyone in her company was on edge, simply trying to keep up with the extra workload. No matter. There were no excuses that could suffice for her behavior or his. They were simply at a crossroads. Again. Angry and bitter, she felt completely shoved into a corner, no idea what the hell to do or what to say.

Slipping into her nightgown, she studied her reflection in the mirror, a new sadness sweeping through her soul. Her once bright eyes were haunted. Maybe a good night’s sleep would help. Turning off the lights, she walked toward the window and instead of closing the blinds, she stood quietly, admiring the full moon. Shannon once believed in so many things. If only there could be a little magic.

She tensed hearing David come into the room and prayed he wasn’t going to start again. He remained quiet, but she could hear his ragged breathing. Anticipation was killing her. As he walked closer, she braced herself.

“Maybe we should talk to the counselor again, see if some sessions give us insight into why we’re bickering,” David whispered.

“We’re not just bickering, David. This is much worse. Do you really think a marriage counselor is going to help this time?” The educated woman they’d seen had tried her best 2 years before, and for a little while, the reconciliation had been pleasant; but even back then, both of them knew they were just biding time. A little over ten years of marriage, and they could barely stand in the same room without bickering.

“I don’t know, but we need to try something. I don’t want to continue to fight. We can’t. We just can’t, Shannon.”

“Maybe we should just end this, get on with our lives.” The difficult decision was something she’d been thinking about for months, but fear of the unknown always prevented her from making the suggestion. Her gut told her a separation would be final. Shannon expected a nasty retort. When he closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against his chest, she whimpered.

“I don’t want us to divorce, and I don’t think you do, either.” Brushing his fingers up and down her forearms, he leaned his head against hers.

She could feel how fast his heart was beating. Shivering in his arms, she had no idea what to say.

“Do you?”

“I… I just don’t know.” Several seconds went by, and she faced her own harsh reality. She really didn’t know.

David kissed the top of her head, turning Shannon around to face him, cupping both sides of her face. “I love you. I’ve never stopped loving you. I don’t like what’s happening to us any more than you do.”

Blinking rapidly, she nibbled on her bottom lip and longed to pull away from him. Her husband of almost ten years had a way about him, and she wanted desperately for them to just hold each other, cuddle, and talk. “Oh, David, what are we going to do?”

“I wish I had an answer for you.” Rubbing his thumbs across her cheeks, he seemed to be studying her, his breath shallow.

“I’m sorry, but I’m exhausted. Tomorrow is going to be a full day.” She pulled away from his grasp, but he grabbed her wrists, yanking her back.

“Shannon, wait.”

“What?”

Tugging her arms down by her side, he pulled her close and lowered his head. Easing a single hand up from her waist, David cupped her chin, tilting her face.

Even in the dim lighting, she could see his eyes shifting back and forth, hunger building. She wasn’t surprised, just unable to care. “David, don’t.” Palming his chest, she swallowed hard. She knew what he wanted. “We can’t.”

“Why can’t we? You’re my wife,” he whispered and brushed his lips across hers.

Part of her wanted to push him away and another yearned for the intimacy. When he pressed his lips against hers, darting his tongue just inside her mouth, she lost herself to the quiet passion.

David slid both arms around her waist, kneading her ass and bringing her to her tiptoes. Grunting, he swayed his hips back and forth, shoving his groin into her stomach.

“Don’t.”

“Shannon. You know what you want.”

Every part of her body tingled from the friction, the feel of his throbbing cock. She couldn’t remember the last time they’d made love. The bouts of sex every once in a while were empty, without feeling. Closing her eyes, she savored the taste of him and the scent of his body, musky and all male. She moaned into the kiss as their tongues entwined, trying desperately to hold back the tears. Why would she cry when he wanted to make love? Maybe because a nagging voice had been stirring the pot in her psyche for two months, vile notions she couldn’t get past.

He crawled the edge of her gown up her thighs, curling the silky material in his fingers. Exposing her ass, he growled, breaking the kiss. “I want you.”

Unfortunately, he was irresistible, his actions so convincing. She licked her lips and spread her legs as he caressed her ass, tingling sensations rushing through her body. When he rubbed a single finger up and down the crack of her ass, her legs trembled. Being kinky, to any degree, he hadn’t attempted in so long. The moment he wiggled a single finger in between her ass cheeks, rimming her asshole, she gripped his arm with one hand. She tried to summon the strength to push him away, but she couldn’t. “David.”

“Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.” God, she didn’t want to admit the way she felt. Cringing, she tried to fight the dazzling sensations sweeping through her body. Shannon was as wet as she’d been in months, maybe longer.

“Good.” He slipped his finger just inside her asshole as he licked across the seam of her mouth. “I want you good and wet for me. I need you to ride me hard, fuck me like you really want me.”

The words weren’t David, not the man she’d known since her early twenties. Shivering, she pushed her ass back, forcing his finger deeper inside. A single flash of pain forced a moan.

“Tight. Maybe I’ll fuck you in your ass tonight.”

Shannon panted, digging her fingers into his arm. Why tonight? Desperation?

Tilting his head, he continued to thrust in and out slowly as he studied her face. “Mmm.” He withdrew his fingers and patted her ass. Slowly lifting the gown, he licked around her mouth. “We certainly don’t need this in the way.”

She laughed nervously, her nipples growing hard.

Within a few seconds, he’d removed the crimson silk, pitching the material across the room. Taking a step back, he gazed down the length of her body before sliding the flats of both hands down her neck to her chest. “Beautiful and so sexy.”

Shannon hadn’t felt beautiful in a long time. Swallowing hard, she had to fight to keep from covering her body. She looked away, a myriad of emotions racing through her mind.

“Don’t look away.” Pinching her nipples in between his fingers, he lowered his head, licking her earlobe.

“Oh…” She tugged at his shirt, yanking the cotton from his jeans and running her hand under, caressing the building heat. His back was muscular, the feel of his skin luxurious. For many years, they would lay together in bed or on the couch, stroking each other’s bodies and kissing, their hunger for each other never sated.

“I love your touch. I’ve missed it.” As David tweaked her nipples, a husky growl eased from his lips and he slid his hand between her legs. “So wet.”

Her lower lip quivering, Shannon swallowed hard as she inched her fingers into the waistband of his jeans.

“I can tell you want me. Don’t you?” Swirling the tip of his finger around her clit, he licked down the length of her neck, his breath skipping across her skin.

“Mmm.” Unable to resist him, she moved one hand from his chest to his groin, stroking his crotch. He was hard as a rock.

“Don’t you?”

She heard a demanding tone in his voice as excitement surged through her. He was usually so passive in bed. This was a treat, a very sinful taste of passion she’d been denied for so long. “Yes.”

“Say it. Tell me how much you want me,” David insisted.

Squeezing her hand around his cock, she purred. “Does that tell you how much I want you?”

“I said, tell me!”

The tone was harsh, unforgiving. She kept her hand in place, but shifted back to look at his face. He was sweating. She could see the beads glistening in the shimmering light. “I want you.”

“How much?” The timbre of David’s voice was filled with an edge.

Dear God, she was on fire. “I want to fuck you hard, ride your thick cock until you erupt deep inside of me.” The words were hollow, but he didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he kissed her lips and took a step back. She watched as he stripped off his clothes, his eyes never leaving her. She remained silent, watching the show impassively, rubbing her fingertips up and down her neck. What was he trying to prove to her? Shannon was horny, her pussy clenching. So many questions remained in her mind. Still, she wanted to enjoy this, needed to feel alive and special.

When he was fully undressed, he beckoned to her with a single finger. “Come baby and suck me.”

“What?” It wasn’t that she hated oral sex, but they almost never bothered.

“You heard me. Drop to your knees, and suck my fat cock. I want you to take every inch of me in that hot mouth of yours.”

Shuddering, she couldn’t lie to herself about how much the words turned her on. Her heart racing, she dropped to her knees and crawled toward him.

“That’s it. Come to me. Show me how much you want me.”

Easing between his legs, she gazed up at him as he nodded over and over again. She placed both hands on his calves and was delighted when he trembled.

“Yes… love your touch. Mmm.”

Leaning over, Shannon pressed a series of kisses back and forth on each leg as she kneaded his muscles, moving up an inch at a time. Purring, she followed her kisses with a trail of licks as she continued caressing his skin.

Moaning, David jutted his hips forward, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. “God, baby, suck me. Been so damn long.”

She refused to give in so easily, licking and nipping his skin as she continued her trail up his legs. When his very hard cock involuntarily brushed against her lips, she cooed. “Are you really horny?”

“You know what I want. Don’t tease me. Just suck me. Come on, baby. I’m dying here.”

How many months, a full year, in fact, had she waited to hear him say how much he longed for her to do anything, share intimacy with him? No matter what the reason, she wanted him so badly she was breathless. “Dying, huh?” Darting out her tongue, she then dragged the tip across his sensitive slit, allowing her hot breath to cascade down around the head of his cock.

He moaned and tipped his head back, placing one hand on top of her head.

The grip tightened, and she licked down the side of his shaft as she pumped the base. God, she loved that he was throbbing in her hand. Inhaling the sweet scent of his testosterone and sex, her hunger came as a surprise. There was something exciting about the control she felt as she sucked his cock. Whether the power was real or imaginary, she was startled at how much she was enjoying her place between his legs.

“That’s it. Suck my balls. Suck them.”

His tone alone sent her pussy into a series of quivers. Taking first one ball, then the other into her mouth, she savored each, swirling her tongue and clenching until he moaned, his legs shaking. “Yes. Mmm.”

Gazing up at him, Shannon ran the tips of her nails up and down the length of his shaft. Relinquishing her mouth’s hold on his balls, she licked up the underside of his shaft, taking his cockhead into her mouth.

“Fuck! Baby, yes.” David was panting, his fingers intertwining in her hair.

The tug was hard enough to remind her of her task. Moaning, she used her jaw muscles to suck him, holding his dick just inside her mouth for a full minute as her fingers brushed up and down his shaft in a lazy motion.

“Mmm… bad. You’re so bad.”

Relaxing her throat, she eased him down an inch at a time, but was unable to reach the base. How long had it been since she’d taken his cock all the way to his balls? She tensed, a gagging sensation making her eyes water. She was determined to do this, not to give him any additional reasons to keep from making love again. Ever. The more she struggled to relax, the tenser she became, and she knew he was growing frustrated.

“Stop. Just stop. It’s okay.” David’s voice was soft, his words gentle.

Shannon was mortified. She tried again, this time the gagging sounds floating between them.

“Baby, stop. I need to be inside your sweet pussy anyway.”

The very word anyway troubled her, a reminder she was failing at yet something else. She continued to lick, her lower body shaking from anger, at herself more than anything. Why couldn’t she even manage to properly suck a cock? Why?

David pushed her shoulder, breaking the connection and leaning over. Brushing his fingers across her cheek, he allowed a slow breath to cascade across her face. “I said, I want to fuck you.”

“Yes, but…”

“No buts.” With a heated look, he gripped Shannon under her arms, pulling her into a standing position.

She pummeled his chest. “No!”

“Tiger. I said yes.” Taking a single stride backward, he flopped onto the bed, landing on his back as he pulled her down on top, forcing her to straddle his waist. “I will have you my way.” Gripping her hips, he held her just over his cock.

“David!” Pressing her hands hard against his chest she panted, her desire building uncontrollably. She loved this side of him so much she could barely focus.

“Wet and hot and tight. That’s my girl.” A mischievous smile crossing his face, he slid her hips forward and backward, the movement brushing her pussy lips across the tip of his shaft.

“God…” Tilting her head back she moaned, her fingers clawing into his chest. She didn’t care if she created marks, delicious reminders of their passion.

Shifting her forward, he narrowed his eyes. “Mine.” Thrusting her down, he impaled her with the entire length of his cock. He grunted as he ground his pelvis into hers.

“Oh, I…” Her pussy muscles clenched immediately around the thick invasion, and for a few seconds, she could hear nothing but the ragged thumping of her heart. Arching her back, the move allowed the ends of her long hair to rest against his legs.

Cupping both breasts, he thrust his hips up. “Ride me.”

“Mmm.” Very slowly, she brought her head down until their lips were touching. Shannon placed her hands on either side of his arms and cooed, darting her tongue out just once.

“God, you’re such a tease.” David kept his hands on her hips.

As she nipped his lower lip, she rose onto her knees until just the tip of his cock was inside. She could smell the wafting scent of her cunt and his raging desire. For a few seconds, she enjoyed merely watching his face, the way his eyes darted back and forth.

“You’re killing me. Baby, just fuck me.”

“Impatient.”

“Wicked.”

“Yes,” she agreed under her breath as she dropped all the way down on his shaft, her pussy screaming with pleasure. “Mmm. I…” Every part of her body tingling, she sucked in her breath and began to move up and down, each action slow and methodical, pushing his cock deep into her cunt.

“Tight and wet. I love it.” Groaning, he arched his back, using his muscles to meet every thrust, jutting his hips upward.

She dragged her feet up under her knees, garnering more momentum, and as she kept their lips touching, she began to ride him hard and wild. The sound of their skin slapping together was so exciting, powerful. “Oh yeah. Fuck, yes.” She realized she was grunting like a wild woman, and for a few seconds, she was simply another person, watching the hard fucking like a vivid Technicolor movie.

“Yes! Ride me, bitch. Ride me.”

Hard and dirty talk only fueled her inner wanton slut. The sounds of the creaking bed matched the insanity of their growls and moans, and she closed her eyes, daydreaming about every fantasy she’d had in the last few months. This moment was nothing short of ecstasy.

David kept his hold on her thigh, pumping her up and down on his shaft, the sounds of his breathing growing more savage with each hard thrust.

Harder and faster she rode him, every part of her body tingling, and for a few minutes, they were locked into a vacuum of intense pleasure; no one else in the world existed. “Oh, mmm.”

“That’s it, yeah, baby. I’m gonna come. I’m…”

She felt his body tensing and she squeezed her pussy around his cock, the pressure unleashing her wild side even more. Up and down she pumped, unable to think clearly, and as he thrashed underneath her, she licked her lips and tossed her head back.

“Fuck!”

Hot, wet cum filled her and she smiled, a sense of warmth enveloping her system.

“So incredible, sweet serenity, you are so good.”

She heard the words, felt so close to him, and yet, her heart immediately filled with sadness. Serenity.

David pulled her down into a kiss, slipping his tongue inside her mouth, holding her tightly.

And after everything they’d shared and the love they’d made, all she wanted to do was get away.

Shannon pressed her hand over her mouth, fighting back raw emotions. David’s snores were louder than usual tonight, which meant he was in a very deep sleep, obviously drained from making love. Fucking. That’s what you were doing. Shivering, she gripped the edge of the covers, dragging the sheet under her chin.

Exhausted from an emotional rollercoaster ride, she closed her eyes, determined to get some sleep. After only a few minutes, she turned over on her side, tears welling in her eyes. She’d wanted to be held tonight, maybe hear the words about love and remorse, trying again. Instead, he’d kissed her forehead, patted her ass, and rolled over. He fell asleep almost instantly.

She bit her lip, longing filling her with so many thoughts, so many questions. Blinking, she stared out the window, admiring the moon. There seemed to be an eerie glow around the orb, almost bluish in color. The effect was far too haunting. Easing back the covers, she rose to a sitting position, glancing over her shoulder. Nothing was going to rouse David from his beauty sleep. Shannon twisted her body, digging her knee into the comforter and reached out. Instead of touching him, she rubbed the air above his arm. Sadness filled her heart. David’s fix tonight was about sex.

Thirsty, she climbed out of bed and padded into the bathroom, shutting the door before turning on the light. She leaned against the wall, legs trembling. Chills raced down her spine and she could feel cramps beginning to fill her gut. Things just weren’t right, they could never be. She was in a difficult place, a huge hole in her heart and mind. Doubling over, she held her stomach.

Why was everything in her life such a mess? She’d just made love with her husband, sharing a moment of rare intimacy and now she was in pain, aching. Maybe she was coming down with the flu. Sniffing, Shannon brushed a shaking hand through her hair and glanced at the water glass on the sink. A drink of water, and she’d go back to bed. Tomorrow was a new day.

As she gripped the counter and turned on the faucet, she glanced at her reflection. For a few seconds, she hissed at the woman staring back at her. She was no longer the happy girl she used to know, full of drive and energy. Now she was just tired and old. Slumping against the edge of the counter, Shannon lowered her head and sobbed.

 

7 reviews for Imperfect Consequences

  1. Marybeth

    So…I stopped reading this book several times. I just couldn’t continue because of personal lines being crossed. But, I was curious and so I continued. The book was worth the read. So many emotions! There is a HEA, but the author makes you work for it!

  2. Lori

    I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book.  When you are married, you either grow together or apart.  This story explores this problem.  Can you get the spark back?   Can you look at each other with love and not distain?   Forgive and forget?   Ot so eady.  This couple decides to try DD.  A drastic change, but maybe they need it.  Hand, hairbrush.

  3. Cindy

    What is so well done about this book is Ms. Stone compels me through her words and plot-twists to care a great deal about the two main characters, Shannon and David even though I kept getting mad at them because of the stupid situations that they kept getting themselves into. This book deals with loyalty, love, risks, and conflicts with the storyline being intriguing, engaging, and well developed. This author truly knows how to pull her readers in and not let go.

  4. Ronald

    I have read a number of other books by Piper Stone and loved them, but not this one. Both David and Shannon are very unhappy, and suffering from the problems of previous relationships, so that their marriage is in trouble. They try to solve the problems with Domestic Discipline and other issues crop up. The book is a long discussion of their personal problems and issues, and very little relief from the mental pain and suffering expressed by both characters, although at the end there is a HEA.

  5. Donna

    Donna L
    4.0 out of 5 starsIntense
    May 23, 2019
    Format: Kindle Edition
    What i loved about this book was how Ms Stone has written
    a story that is uncompromising in her depiction of a marriage
    that is in tatters.We learn of the internal struggles of both
    David and Shannon as they attempt to save their marriage.
    I doubted at times throughout all their fighting that their was
    anything worth left saving.I have read many books about
    domestic discipline relationships with all its issues,but few
    have been successfully at presenting the males reluctance
    and concerns as this book has.David and Shannon’s journey
    of discovery through disharmony,desire,trust and ultimately
    love was filled with hope.The dichotomy of their emotions
    were raw,painful,fearful of failure,yet filled with a promise
    of a brighter future.Another well written story by Ms Stone

  6. Goldie

    David and Shannon are both tired of the venomous arguments leaving them
    with a shell of a marriage. They are sure they are headed to divorce court when
    Shannon runs into a good friend that tells her about Domestic Discipline that has
    saved many marriages with the husband being the head of household and the
    wife agreeing to certain rules that the husband sets up. There are a lot of rough
    patches that they have to sail through. Will this save their marriage or will secrets
    they both harbor derail everything?

  7. John

    OMG how much angst and emotional turmoil can Piper Stone put her characters through in these three books. How could any marriage survive everything the author threw at them without breaking down emotionally and physically. The rawness and level of hurt and pain were off the charts as Shannon and David struggle to add DD to their lifestyle, without the knowledge or ability to make it really happen in the correct way. And, man oh man, does that cause a few problems for them along the way. This book has betrayal, jealousy, heartache, despair, hope, and most importantly, love. This is a voluntary review of an Advanced Reader Copy of this book from Blushing Books.

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