THE FALL OF
TROY (The Odyssey Duet #1)
by Dr. Rebecca Sharp
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Love is angry. Love is
blind.
Love is envious and
loathful.
And I loathed Léo Baudin. My new art professor. My enemy.
I didn’t move to Rhode Island for this. I came to forget the Troian
Milanovic I’d left behind and start fresh where the damage and betrayal
couldn’t follow.
But Professor Baudin
wouldn’t let me.
Cold. Caustic. Captivating. He
didn’t just push my buttons…
He lit them all up with the indifferent smirk of an aristocratic French
asshole.
But how much I loathed him only made my need for him stronger.
To have him would be either victory or loss. There would be no
compromise.
To have him would be war.
So I fought back.
But I was Troy. And he was the wooden horse, full of dangerous secrets I
never saw coming.
I was the one who invited him inside my walls, celebrating without
seeing through his disguise.
And under the cover of darkness, he laid siege to my body, my mind, and
finally, my heart.
The
first may be a myth, but this time the history books would show that if Troy
fell, it was with her all.
EXCERPT
“Who told you?” I
demanded, my lip quivering as the last of my tears tumbled down my cheek. “Who
told you about my dad?”
His smirk was hard and fast.Careless. Like a
hit and run, it left me shaking. My nipples poked against the fabric of my
t-shirt, the stupid flower one I had on the other week. My hips pressed back
against the door, a reflex so that they didn’t press against him. My thighs
locked together, trying to stop his words from tapping more moisture from
between them.
“No one had to tell me,” he ground out,
staring intently at my lips that interrogated him. “It’s written all over your
face that you’re searching for someone to fill Daddy’s shoes. Poor little girl
searching for someone to give her attention and tell her that she’s pretty and
perfect and smart.” Each word was spat out like it was a curse, one that made
my stomach boil.
I
hated him.
I
hated him with every molecule of oxygen in every breath I took and every beat
of my heart.
I hated him with the burning of a thousand
suns.
“And what about you?” I
shot back. “Aren’t you just searching for a quick screw to try and make you
forget how miserable you are?”
“That
person is not me, petite,” he ended flatly, barely managing to pull the mask
over the enraged lust in his eyes. “Now, this is the last time I will repeat
myself and save you. Do not find yourself in a locked room with a strange man
again.”
About the
Author:
Dr. Rebecca Sharp, while using a pen name, is
actually a doctor living in Pennsylvania with her husband - the love of her
life.
She enjoys working in her practice with her
father as well as letting her creativity run free as an author. Growing up
she's always loved a good love story and finally decided to give writing one of
her own a go.
After graduating with her doctoral degree, she
now enjoys spending that thing called free time traveling with her husband,
cooking, and knitting.
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