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Unknown Binding
First published January 1, 2013

"For some of us, the right person only comes around once, and when you lose them, you accept that anyone else would be to pass the time."
"My touch affected her in this way. Enjoying relief with me caused her to be ill."
"Rather than come back, I let my guilt and shame convince me she needed more time. I continued to reach out to her but the silence was deafening."
"My entire life was a series of lies. None of it was real. No wonder Des couldn't stand for me to touch her....For the first time the past was in sharp, high definition and I hated every single truth, but especially my failure glaring straight at me."
"I was a predator trying to fit my deviant needs into a structure meant for those exploring the exchange of power and pain, among other things. I'd always have to rein in my true needs."
"What is my number one expectation of you?"
She rocked, taking slow deep breaths. "To trust you."
"The result of trusting someone looks like what?"
"Freedom. Easy. Acceptance."
"My happiness began and ended with her submission to 'us', her and me being together."
"He gathered me into his arms. "I can never lose you." His voice lowered, raw and crackled."
"I grabbed hold of her. Encased in my arms, she struggled. I grew hard, which was the wrong reaction, given she needed me. I should be in control and unaffected."
"You can't kill anyone for me," she uttered.
"I could hurt or kill anyone for you." I grinned, sure that I'd enjoy doing so. "I'd take pleasure in doing it." Not like the last time where I'd lost control. This time, I'd plan it. Go slow. Not rush the levels of pain I could inflict on another. Not a salsa, but rather a waltz."
"You are right, she's part of you, but it's important you realize you splintered from each other for good reasons. You salvaged all the beauty in you to keep the darkness from consuming you."
"London Bridge is broken down. Dance over my Lady Lee. There will be no grave stone to mark your passing."
"From my understanding, he didn't want to marry me, he wanted to own me, and this was his way of making those around us understand I was his alone."
"Whatever emotions Rhys was able to feel toward me, was how he'd feel for someone worthy of being his slave. I was viable option to hold the title of slave in his life. The words fiancé and wife were interchangeable with slave to him. Nothing else. I would love him and he'd never be able to give me the same. "
He ripped my body and fractured my mind but I survived him.
I learned a great many lessons along my journey. And I know that the pain one nourishes will never die.
I will make me whole again.
These are the confessions of a daughter. My confessions.

For the first time in in my life, I belonged. Now I must make her see I will provide all she fathomed. I too must offer her a spark of light in the darkness that threatens to devour her.
These are the confessions of a philanthropist (Bastard son of a Whore).
My confessions.
Confessions of a Politician.
I'm Caden Jacob Carrington V. The truth is most men's salvation but I am not most men. Pilics is my chosen mask.
These are the confessions of a politician. My confessions.
Caden is going through a lot of back information in his head. Memory's with Des. Then there is the bomb fucking dropped out of now where. I was not expecting that, but was so hoping Caden would finally find out.
Sorry can't tell you what that bomb was.
I would love to say more but I have to run and jump into Episode 11 now. I need the Confessions of a Philanthropist.
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