S. V. C. Ricketts

Two men want me and I want them. Simple, right? Except for one slight complication... For over two years, I've been dealing with a pain in the butt MY way. Separately. She has her life and I have mine. They don't intermingle. It's the only way to keep things sane. But now she's done something monumentally stupid and the only way to untangle myself from her mess is to live life in her shoes. Me, on the run in five inch stilettos. Great. My name is Trista Dividir. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder and Marvy is my other personality, my alter. To get my life back, I lie, I cheat, and I fall for both of her lovers. Little do I know, I'm not the only liar. Did I mention I have another alter? Yeah, I didn't know about her either. Book one in a three part contemporary romantic suspense series. This has a mild cliff-hanger ending. Consider yourself forewarned. ** CAUTION: Due to mature language, sexual content, and excessive whatever, this entire series is not intended for an audience under the age of 18. If you are over this age and cannot handle the "vulgarity" detailed within contemporary romances of this century, please don't buy this book. **

(The Dark Life Collection)

Pieces of One, Part 1

Book TWO in a three part dark suspense and contemporary romance series. Be warned: IT HAS A CLIFFHANGER ENDING!** Due to explicit language, violence and sexual scenes, this is recommended for a mature audience, 18+. Read with extreme CAUTION. **TristaWithin the last few weeks I've been stalked, almost raped, witnessed a murder, and found out I am working with the FBI. All because of that slutty tramp, Marvy. Mind you, I did have my first sexual experience with a smoking hot guy, so there's that...but I still hate her.MarvyThat wimpy cry-baby blames me for everything which is total joke! If it were up to me, I wouldn't have gone back to the club without a gun. Now I'm stuck with that jerk-off, Bryson, hiding from people that want to see me dead.TristaI'm supposed to be getting the dirt on Bryson, but truth of the matter is, I think I'm falling for the scumbag. He did kill someone to protect me, but he's the reason he had to. Sigh. I don't know what to think about him. He doesn't know about my secrets. Or maybe he does. The only man I can trust is Alex. But he doesn't know where I am thanks to Bryson. I love them both in ways that are completely different-kind of like my alters.ValeriaWat a friggin' mess! Dez two are idjits!

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