Dark
Bishop
By
Casey L Bond and Rachael Brownell
Dark Bishop
Tag
line: "He's never lost a game..."
It's dual perspective so you get to live what each of the main characters live.It's different than anything either of us has written so far. It's dark and twisted, in a good way, and will keep you guessing at every turn.
It's dual perspective so you get to live what each of the main characters live.It's different than anything either of us has written so far. It's dark and twisted, in a good way, and will keep you guessing at every turn.
Backmatter
A
dangerous game has begun….
“Sydney, order up for table two!”
Who knew the road to Hollywood would be so glamorous. I’ve been working in this diner for months. My feet hurt. My arms ache. But slowly, I’m putting money away. I’ll get to California. I refuse to wind up like my mother.
Head down. Work hard. Save money. It’s all going according to plan, until Jake Bishop walks into the diner…
In his game, everyone’s a pawn…
“Can I get you anything else, gentlemen?” she asked with a smile.
I had to touch her. I had to have her. Girls like Sydney are rare. And I will make her mine—whatever the cost. No one will get in my way.
…and he’s never lost a game.
“Sydney, order up for table two!”
Who knew the road to Hollywood would be so glamorous. I’ve been working in this diner for months. My feet hurt. My arms ache. But slowly, I’m putting money away. I’ll get to California. I refuse to wind up like my mother.
Head down. Work hard. Save money. It’s all going according to plan, until Jake Bishop walks into the diner…
In his game, everyone’s a pawn…
“Can I get you anything else, gentlemen?” she asked with a smile.
I had to touch her. I had to have her. Girls like Sydney are rare. And I will make her mine—whatever the cost. No one will get in my way.
…and he’s never lost a game.
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Excerpt
Sydney.
Her skin felt as soft as it looked. I shouldn’t have touched her,
but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been to New Orleans dozens upon
dozens of times. It’s a unique city, filled with tourists and
superstition. And until tonight, I’d never been superstitious.
An
old fortuneteller freak stopped me on my way to the shit-hole diner
and said I would make a decision that would change my path. She
didn’t know that I’d walked the path to this very restaurant
before. It had been a few years.
Who
knew that the decision to return would be blessed with a beauty—five
foot six with curves in all the right mouth-watering places. Clothed
in cheap polyester, stained with God knows what, Sydney was a fucking
vision.
Blonde
hair to her waist. Big brown doe eyes. Tits that were way more than a
fucking mouth full. I could almost taste her.
I
didn’t miss the rumble of her stomach when I asked her to dine with
us. She was hungry. Something that flashed in those eyes told me it
wasn’t because she just skipped lunch today. Maybe I could meet
some of her needs. Fuck that. I could definitely meet all of her
needs, but it was up to her to let me. So, I left her my business
card, my number.
Girls
like Sydney. They’re afraid. They never make the first move. Most
never even make the second. I doubted she would call. I’d tipped
her well, not because she was the best waitress I’d ever had, not
even because she was within my sites. I tipped her so that when I
came back to the diner, she would remember me. She would want to
serve me.
And,
oh, would she ever serve me. I just had to play my cards right.
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