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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Lollipop Kings

ISBN 9781419919459

Edited by Helen Woodall.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication February 2009

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L OLLIPOP K INGS

Brigit Zahara

Prologue

Sherry Martin would never forget the day that her past caught up with her.

It was a bright Monday morning in the fall, the kind when the uniquely autumn

hue of the sun, shining warm and richly golden through the executive office windows,

clearly signified the imminent end of summer.

She was at her desk, going through her calendar and workload for the day when

Neal Reilly’s voice drew her attention from the stack of paperwork before her.

“Morning, Sherry. How are you today?”

“Very well, thank you,” she looked up, smiling at the dapper senior owner of

Reilly’s Rockets. Through good old-fashioned blood, sweat and tears, Neal Reilly had

spent the past four decades building his candy empire from the ground up. He might be

worth billions but not a day went by when he didn’t make a point of stopping by

Sherry’s desk, asking her what others might view as the rather mundane question.

From anyone else, she would normally dismiss the query as being professionally polite

but smacking of insincerity—after all, how often did people ask that very thing and not

even wait for the answer? But in Neal’s case, Sherry knew better. Kind, genuine and

supportive, the rocket candy tycoon was not only a father figure to Sherry but also the

most straightforward man she’d ever met.

Unfortunately Sherry was about the encounter his polar opposite.

Again.

“Sherry, I’d like you to meet our new Vice President of Marketing, Patrick

Sullivan.”

The name immediately sent a shiver down her spine. And not in a good way.

Looking up, she blanched as she stared into those black eyes—as black as the harbor

waters at midnight. Only distantly did she note the flicker of surprise within the

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devilish gaze that, quickly controlled, was soon replaced with smugness. Then it all

came flooding back in a heap of overlapping memories, a fast-forwarded barrage of

vivid mental snapshots that spotlighted the six or so months, so very long ago, when

she “knew” Patrick Sullivan.

There were images were of him ripping her blouse open, squeezing her breasts and

sucking her nipples through her neon pink lace bra. Fucking her hard and fast from

behind atop his four-posted canopy bed. His head bobbing between her legs and her

his, as she sixty-nined him to an explosive finish. And a whole volley of other

intercourse positions that were successful in getting him off—something that become

increasingly difficult to do.

That’s when things started to get ugly.

It began slowly enough with Sullivan doing stuff like closing his hands around her

throat and pressing down at the precise moment he came, and biting her breasts or

pinching and slapping her ass hard enough to leave marks. But when his increasing

preference for rough anal sex began to include hair pulling and degrading talk that

would turn the stomach of a sex addict, that was enough for Sherry. She decided it was

way past time to end the “relationship”. But she made the fatal mistake of telling

Sullivan in person, a decision that landed her in the hospital with a broken nose,

lacerations, three broken ribs, internal hemorrhaging and emotional scars that now,

nearly a decade later, had still not healed.

Sherry could feel the bitter taste of bile collecting in her throat as she glared down

at the hand Sullivan extended to her, a square diamond ring on his fourth finger. It was

the same hand, the same ring that was responsible for the slight bow in the bridge of

her nose and hairline scar on her top lip. Momentarily mesmerized by the glittering

piece of jewelry, Sherry wondered if there were little bits of blood, her blood, sunken

into the grooves of the ring’s setting and long since dried just like she’d seen on some of

those forensic crime dramas on TV.

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