Temptation by Liv Morris Read Free Book Online

I stand before this man who emits sex from every inch of his tall frame. I decide there is only one way for me to leave with some dignity tonight if I meet him. Focus on resisting his charms instead of wondering what’s under his tux.
    I believe playing a little hardball with this man instead of fawning at his feet will keep me from succumbing to this instant connection I feel with him and also let me see what he’s made of. Then, as if on cue, he moves toward me, and I immediately fire back a mocking smile because I’m not about to be one of his conquests. At least not tonight.
     
     
     
     
     
    Hope you enjoyed the little snippet into Kathryn’s mind.
    If you haven’t had a chance to read Adam’s Apple yet, you can find it here: http://amzn.to/1jBqIbW or turn two pages and read the prologue and first chapter. Happy reading, Liv!

For the Reader
     
    Thank you for taking a chance on an Indie, self-publishing author. I truly appreciate you choosing to buy and read my novella.
     
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    All the best,
    Liv

ADAM’S APPLE
    (Touch of Tantra #1)
     
     
    Prologue
     
     
    April 23rd, 2005. Laurel Hill Cemetery, Philadelphia, PA. 
     
    The sky shines a crisp, azure blue, but my heart is a lifeless gray and quickly turning as black as the muddied dirt I'm holding in my hands. I squeeze my fingers so tightly into a fist that my hand begins to shake and bits of grit embed into my palms.
    The task set before me is customary and very common among men. But the woman I mourn today was anything but common. She was brilliant, wise, and beautiful.
    Now she's gone. . . Forever. 
    Sorrow will no longer consume her heart and soul. Instead it passes on to me.
    I toss the black dirt into the dark and musty grave and fall to my knees. The eerie hollow sound of the clumps of dirt hitting the wood below is more than I can bear.
    The tears I’ve been suppressing for days now fall freely down my face like a dam’s flood after a breach. An unrestrained sorrow pours out of me, and the whirl of emotions I’ve hidden within myself is no longer concealed. My grief is freed as I realize all I love is now six feet below me, but it might as well be a million miles away.  The distance will never be broached this side of heaven as she is God’s angel now.
    Returning to the hearse, I see a man’s face in the distance. We make eye contact before he raises the tinted window of his black limo. His vehicle pulls away, disappearing into the morning’s mist. Anger rises above my grief because he has no right to be anywhere near this solemn ceremony.
    He’s the bastard who slowly and silently destroyed the woman I’m leaving behind today in this cold and wet cemetery. She was my mother . . . My selfless life-giver, and I owe her everything.

Chapter 1
     
     
    My legs feel as heavy as lead pipes, but somehow they carry me through the marbled lobby to the sidewalk outside of my office high rise. I find myself standing on grimy concrete with the New York City rain pelting me, staining my yellow silk tie. I am numb to nature’s onslaught, as my thoughts remain at the conference table forty stories above—where the last meeting of the day still haunts me.
    My head of corporate security had informed me that my trusted partner and friend, Simon Edwards, betrayed me by stabbing me in the back. My stomach almost retches as I think about his deceit. I’ve known him since our freshman year at MIT fourteen