Dark Obsession

He appears as heaven-sent, but beneath the surface lurks nothing but danger...

Camille King is in love. She hopes to marry Carter, her college sweetheart and first love. But Carter does the unthinkable and leaves her for another woman. The heartbreaking tragedy forces her into darkness. After a slow recovery, she emerges a changed woman--for the worse. Vowing to never fall in love again, she embarks on a wild lifestyle. Until she met Noah, a stud who effortlessly evokes sensual feelings from her core, taking her on a journey of sexual healing. She falls for him, hard. Noah is addicted to control. With his sights set on Camille, he entices her with his sexual prowess, pulling her under his power. Blinded by lust, Camille succumbs to his dominance. Eventually, his dark side is revealed. Faced with a harrowing discovery, she tries to break free. But it may be too late.

Excerpt from Chapter OneIn the middle of the night the sound of my front door woke me from a restless slumber. Switching on my bedside lamp, I glanced at the clock. It was half-past one, and my boyfriend Marcus promised to drop by after he'd dealt with an unexpected crisis. No doubt his frustration was behind the heavy slam of the door. Rising from bed, I wrapped the sheet around my naked body and walked to the top of the stairs, peering down to the darkness at the figure standing below."Marcus?" I called. The figure stood still, his head bowed, his presence evoking an ominous feeling. He moved to the foot of the stairs and I realized it wasn't Marcus. There was an uninvited man in my home. The knowledge terrified me. Fear gripped my core, generating pools of sweat that trickled between my breasts and cascaded down my body. I scuttled back to my bedroom and locked the door. My heart pounded as I looked around in the dark for a weapon. I'd always meant to buy a gun but never got around to it. I wished I wasn't such a damned procrastinator. I found nothing I could use. What should I do? I searched the room wildly for my smartphone before remembering I'd left it in my purse. In the living room downstairs. Fuck. I stood facing the door, listening as the sound of footsteps increased, bringing an air of eeriness. My ass was toast. The footsteps paused at the top of the stairs. I held my breath, hoping with all my might that the intruder would not enter my room. My hope was in vain, however. The door knob turned slowly as he tried to enter. Backing from the door, I considered escaping through the window, but the thought of jumping twenty feet and breaking a leg or neck had no appeal. I kept praying that the door would hold. Anxiety fleeted around me, heating my already hot body. The sheets were damp with my sweat, so I removed them and pulled a robe from my drawer. As I closed the drawer, there was a heavy thud as he tried to kick the door open. Tugging on the robe, I decided to take a chance with jumping. Lifting the window, I stuck one leg through just as the door sprang open, splintering at the edges. I pulled my body through and my head collided with the window jam. As I groaned with pain, his hand gripped my other leg, but before I could scream he called out, "Camille! It's me!"Instantly, my mouth went dry. My body convulsed. The trembling intensified when I made out the figure who'd broken into my home. It was Noah, my ex-boyfriend. A man who fucked me senseless, then dismantled my heart and returned to his wife.