BY BESTSELLING AUTHOR JAIMIE ROBERTS
I’m not a good person. In fact, I’m a real bitch. If the opportunity arises, I will take your husband, give him the best sex he’s ever had, and laugh behind your back once I’m done with him. I do not put on airs and graces. I just take what I want whenever I want it. I am the abused who has become the abuser. I live for power because all power had been stripped from me for years. Now that I have it back, I feed off of it like it’s my primary sustenance, and I don’t care who I hurt in the process.
Every woman hates me, but do you know what? I don’t give a shit.
You won’t like me. I’m not here to be liked. You want to know my story? I won’t stop you from observing. Just know that once I’m done with you, no shower—no matter how scalding—will ever get me out from under your skin.
Warning: If you’re looking for pink, fluffy clouds, rainbows, and HEA’s, then this book is not for you. These pages contain flashback scenes of child abuse in all forms (physical, sexual, and emotional) as well as BDSM and other taboo themes.
Love does not live in this book. Only dark, twisted, and sick obsessions thrive here.You. Have. Been. Warned!
I stand over my father’s grave, wiping the tears that threaten to fall onto the soil beneath my feet. I’m wearing a black dress, which is cut just above the knee, and on my feet is a pair of brand new, black and red Louboutin high heels. I scream class, but I am also the perfect image of a daughter in deep distress over her father’s untimely death.
And what an untimely death it was.
I clutch my chest, heaving sobs of grief as I bend down to lay new flowers at his grave. I have been coming here every single day, bringing new flowers to replace the old ones. I pick up yesterday’s flowers and toss them aside as I trace the line of my father’s name on his headstone.
Here lies Richard Valentine, loving father to two daughters. Born 26th January 1970, Died 15th July 2016.
That was three weeks ago. His body was found buried in Virginia Water in Surrey—only nineteen miles or so from where I live. He was buried deep, but a storm sixteen days ago unearthed his decaying body. He had a stab wound in his back which was determined to be the cause of his death. It was murder, of course, and it is only now that the police are investigating.
At first, they thought he had run away—possibly met a girl, got swept off his feet, and was living by the beach, sipping cocktails with a buxom blonde. My sister kept on the case, though. She tried to tell them that it wasn’t like him to just disappear without at least keeping in touch. I vouched for her to the police, but I also reminded her of that time when he disappeared for a year without a trace and came back just as suddenly as he had left. I knew the real reason why, but I didn’t divulge it to my sister or to the police. That little secret was between Daddy and me alone. The two police officers gave each other that look… The one that says, “Yeah, there’s no foul play here.” They just thought he had found the girl of his dreams and was busy acting the part of the doting boyfriend to his new plaything.
As I think on this, I stroke his grave tenderly and sweep away the leaves that have fallen from the nearby trees. I need to make sure that it is clean and tidy before kneeling down at his grave and throwing my arms over the gravestone. With my arms shielding me from anyone who may be watching, I take in a long, deep breath. A smirk rises on my face as I utter the words, “You always loved it when I threw my arms around you, didn’t you?” I sigh, scooting up to get closer to his headstone before spitting on his grave.
“I hope you’re enjoying your time in Hell, Daddy.”
Jaimie Roberts was born in London, but moved to Gibraltar in 2001. She is married with two sons, and in her spare time, she writes.
In June 2013, Jaimie published her first book, Take a Breath, with the second released in November 2013. With the reviews, Jaimie took time out to read and learn how to become a better writer. She gets tremendous enjoyment out of writing, and even more so from the feedback she receives.
Reviewed by Jodie
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Siren By Jaimie Roberts
There are triggers and serious head trips in this book.
I love Jaimies writing that’s no secret but this… Seriously what on earth did I just read!!!
Im not even sure where to start with this book, I started it late last night and just didn’t want to stop reading it I devoured the book in less than 24 hours. It’s strange because I knew I shouldn’t be enjoying what I was reading but I couldn’t help but get sucked into Scarlet’s story. I don’t even know how I feel right now. I have literally just finished reading the book and my head is just messed up maybe I need help? Should I seek mental help? I must have to; it’s the only explanation I can come up with as to why I enjoyed this so much. It’s sick and twisted and downright bloody brilliant!
The characters are great, I love Scarlet she’s one incredible woman. They are… well they are real, they are people you could walk past in the street, they are monsters that exist, they are the people who try to come to terms with their lives and the curveballs they have been thrown, they are the greedy and the needy, wanted and unwanted, innocent and guilty. They are everything.
The plot is fantastic with a flawless flow and descriptive language that you just cannot ignore or forget! Jaimie has done a fantastic job with this book and I scarily enjoyed every part of it.
Thanks for making me realise I must be mentally ill!!!!
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