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237 pages, ebook
First published August 31, 2020







“Blue-blood lineage had a stench so thick and suffocating that only a true disciple could recognize the smell. It reeked of elegant sins, beautiful lies, and opulent obsessions. The odor dripped with inherited malice, the delicate revenge exacted by the super-privileged on whomever they deemed lesser, and the lavish corruption born of centuries with no one to answer to but themselves”
“As I walked down the long halls of Oleander Manor, I breathed in the redolence of expensive bourbon, coveted cigars, and the intoxicating perfume of secret mistresses of times past as well as times present. And although many would be intimidated by such a refined aura, I was at home with it.
Elite.
It was who I was.”
“Delilah said. But she crossed her arms over her chest. “And someday
you’re gonna have to get down off that high horse and realize you’re just like the rest of us. Yeah, you’re super pretty, but ain’t nothing special about you, or me, or any other girl ever born in this county. We were born in the dirt and that’s where we’ll die. Reading all these books is only making you miserable about that fact.”
“I was smart and I wasn’t going to be a lowly waitress barely earning minimum wage all my life.”
“All these dumb little bastards on their power trips. Bill was the same way. Their lives were so petty, they lorded the stupidest shit they could over others and thought it made them men.
All it really did was expose how weak they were.
Give me a man worth respecting and I’d fall at his knees.
Ha. Too bad they didn’t exist”
“I would be lying if I said my body didn’t react to the sight. I also would be lying if I didn’t also feel some relief when my cock hardened because I had actually considered stealing a blue pill from my father’s medicine cabinet to help me get through this night but couldn’t bring myself to do so. The last thing I needed was performance issues to occur as I fucked—or tried to fuck—in front of the Elders during my Initiation. I’d had no idea if my body would revolt or respond.
Clearly, as my pants tented, my body chose to respond regardless of the fucked up voyeuristic situation I was in”