Tick, tick, tock.
That’s all I have now.
A small room, a photograph, and time.
They want me to trust them and confess my sins.
They told me they wouldn't judge me—they lied.
I thought we could convince the world that this wasn't a crime.
We were wrong.
Time doesn't stand still.
The clock keeps ticking, the world is unconvinced, and now…
Now he is gone.
Addison’s character was determined and broken at the same time. She knew what she wanted, even though it wasn’t necessarily the right thing to do but went for it anyways. There is so much more to her than meets the eye. People judged, blamed and tormented her. She has suffered pain and loss, but at the same time has done what she has needed to survive. She is a survivor of life and some of the worst possible life events that never should be suffered. Innocence destroyed as quickly as a clock can go tick, tick, tock.
Her savior, the one person who helps make the pain go away is the one person she shouldn’t be determined to be with. He knows what is at stake if he touches her, he knows his freedom can be taken away, but he is just as drawn to her as she is him. He fights it, he tries to keep his distance, but when the person he shouldn’t want is the one who he needs, what can one do when it’s too late and the fight is lost? He is going through his own personal events and is at odds with himself over what he has allowed to begin. When he needs her comfort, she makes his demons go away.
When I first started Veiled Innocence I wasn’t sure what I was going to expect. I knew this story was going to be dark, involve a relationship that is forbidden, possibly cross lines that shouldn’t be crossed, and would have my emotions in such a roller coaster ride that motion sickness medicines were almost needed. The angst alone had my entire body tense and nervous. What I didn’t know was that from the start I would be drawn into this story from the absolute start and would not be able to stop reading until I knew everything. I loved the forbidden, the fight to not be tempted. It was sexual, holy hell some of the sex was hot. At one point I was looking around for my husband it was so hot. I loved how Cupid and Psyche plays such a role in this story, as they are one of my favorite stories from Greek Mythology. I honestly wish that it was even longer just to see more of their relationship unfold. I loved Ms. Frank’s book since the first one I read and Veiled Innocence has cemented my love for her and her books even further. This needs to be on your must read now list.
Ella Frank is a go to author. She never disappoints me and I find her work on the side of brilliance.
I’d waited until he got out of the truck before approaching. I didn’t want his escape to be as easy as driving away. Standing in the small stone alcove of the gate, I knew it would be best to wait until he stepped away from the lit area. That way, any cars driving by wouldn’t be able to see us.
I wanted no excuses, no reason for him to worry, but I could see my silence had caused just as much concern as my presence would have. He turned to me, and I finally took a moment to really look at him the way I wanted to.
His hair was still pulled back but several pieces had now escaped and been pushed behind his ears. The darker stubble lining his square jaw made my fingers tingle with the need to touch.
“Oh, thank God,” he whispered, sounding relieved.
I thought he would move away from me once he knew I was safe. Instead, he reached out and squeezed my shoulder.
“I thought something had happened to you.”
I don’t think he realized that he was slowly massaging me.
“Jesus, don’t do that again. Okay?”
Taking another step closer, I agreed quietly. “Okay.”
He licked his lips and removed his hands, and I saw in his eyes the minute he decided it was time for some distance.
“What are you doing out here?” he asked. His casual black sports jacket shifted with the breeze, and all of a sudden I couldn’t remember why I was there. All I knew was that I wanted to touch him.
His voice had the ability to make all of the noise inside my head cease.
Blinking up at him, I finally answered, “Yes?”
“What are you doing out here?”
Moving in so my jacket brushed the front of his, I finally reached to touch him, but he grabbed my wrist, holding it away.
“No,” he told me, and his voice was so stern I probably should have heeded the warning…but I didn’t.
His head bent down, and when his face was a hairsbreadth from my own, he repeated, “No. Tell me why you’re here.”
His breath was warm as it ghosted over my lips, and I couldn’t help but part my own, hoping by some miracle I could taste him on my tongue.
“Why are you here? That’s a better question, don’t you think?”
“I know better than this.”
I reached up needing to touch him, but he took that hand too, holding them both prisoner. Being held in place with nowhere to go elicited a hunger in me that I didn’t yet understand. “Know better than what?”
“Than to be here.”
“Then go,” I offered.
That was all it took. He spun me around, backed me up against the truck, and had my arms pinned by my head so fast I lost my breath. Leaning in beside me until his mouth was by my ear, he rasped in an unsteady voice, “I can’t.”
I turned my head to face him and saw all of his turmoil, and finally, the full impact of his desire. “Then don’t.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
Life is full of ironies, because with him, I’d never felt more alive.
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