David Baldacci The Fallen Novels & Stories

Brian, or to carve out a personal slush fund independent of his powerful partner. It was brilliance. It was ugly. It recast their entire love affair from a sordid romance to a cynical, calculated scam. Davidson wasn't a gold-digging heir; he was an ordinary thief. He hadn't slept his way to the top; he'd stolen his way there. The "Scandalous Heir" was now the "Criminal Consort." The phone in his hand buzzed again. Unknown Number. He answered, his voice a rasping croak.

Calvin standing tall beside her, his right hand gripping her hair and his other pointing an assault riffle at me. I didn’t move my glock from pointing directly at his head, and he quickly pulled Janice up and shoved her in front of him. Blocking my guns aim with her. “Hello hello!” Calvin cheered at me. “What the fuck are you doing here?!” I boomed at him. My vision never letting go of Janice who was crying. My heart felt like it was being ripped in half and I realized I had fallen deeply for her. Did I love her? I thought to myself. It was so soon though…

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.