A Psychological Thriller of Sexual
Obsession and a Twisted Romance.
DISHONOR THY WIFE
Belinda Austin
Releasing June 13th, 2016
A Psychological Thriller of Sexual
Obsession and a Twisted Romance.
Ronni and Brad have an arranged
marriage. Six years ago, he broke off with his fiancée or else face jail time
for getting the then underage Ronni pregnant, i.e. statutory rape. The couple
has not slept together since. The spoiled Brad is resentful and can be verbally
abusive to both Ronni and their daughter who he mostly ignores.
Brad is not the only one trapped in an
unwanted marriage. Ronni was a dirt-poor teenager when her grandfather forced
her to marry the rich medical student. She is simply trying to make the best of
a bad marriage until she can finish college and be able to support herself and
Traci.
One day after a medical conference,
Brad returns home a changed man. He starts acting like a real father to Traci
who now adores him. Brad even treats Ronni with kindness. As
her heart melts towards Brad, Ronni wonders if he is still seeing his mistress. As her heart melts towards Brad, Ronni wonders if he is still
seeing his mistress even as she begins to trust him.
Ronni finds she enjoys her husband spying through the keyhole of
her bedroom door. She begins to perform for him.
Once Ronni has a taste of forbidden
passion, she is addicted until Brad begins acting like a Jekyll-Hyde and his
violent outbursts return. She believes he may be bipolar, never realizing that
something far more sinister is going on, and she is playing a dangerous game
beneath the covers with Brad.
As secrets unfold, lies unravel, and
fraud is uncovered, what happened at a Philly medical convention sets off a
chain of events that begs the question, does a woman really know the cracks
beneath her husband's skin?
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EXCERPT
EXCERPT
Well here
goes, now it begins, a devious plan concocted in Philly. “You look nice,
Ronni.” Wow! My voice had gone up as if she clenched my balls because the wife
looked unbelievably sexy. In soft light, she appeared almost pretty with her
hair mussed. One strap of her t-shirt drooped over her shoulder.
Okay, down
boy! Quit picturing how she would look with pointy nipples tingling with
excitement, and legs spread wide, hips humping. I cursed the desire welling
inside my dark soul. I must not sleep with her—ever! That was our agreement.
“Ronni?” I said in a eunuch voice.
“Well, who
were you expecting, Brad? Fool!”
Next to the
wedding picture was a photo of a child, supposedly my daughter. The oldest
trick in the book was to trap a man with pregnancy.
“No one calls
me a fool and gets away with it!”
She ran
towards the stairs.
My legs were
longer and I grabbed her arm, laughing at her kicking and missing.
I spun her
around, trapping her with my arms. Our bodies touched everywhere and I held her
even tighter. “You smell of jasmine,” I moaned, lowering her to the stairs and
raining kisses across her neck. Her wiggling aroused me beyond belief. I
throbbed, pounding with such pressure; all I could think of was easing my pain
in Ronni. My blood rushed to that one spot where my need was desperate. At this
moment, the act was worth any price. Guilt could come later. I closed my eyes,
and muttered, “God, I promise to say ten Hail Marys later even though I’m not
Catholic.”
I shoved her
hand on my pants, rubbing her palm against me. “Please, I need you, Ronni. Feel
how much I want you. I need you so much, Ronni. Please, stroke me, pet me.
Yeah, that’s it. More!”
She quit
struggling and groaned.
I removed my
hand and she continued rubbing. Squeezing. Pulling. Caressing.
My breath
came in deep gasps. “Unzip me,” I panted and tugged at the zipper of her pants,
my fingers clumsily poking her.
“Ouch, get
off me you oaf!”
She slapped
my cheek hard, sobering me, making me remember who we were and that bed was out
of the question between us. “Again, Brad? You’re raping me again?”
I stood,
straightening my pants and feeling rather sheepish about the rape thing. I
plunked down on a step to conceal my throbbing arousal, looking like a petulant
child. Any moment now, I might have a temper tantrum—Ronni really should give
out to her husband. She was a tramp, just as her mother had been.
“I wish you
stayed in Philadelphia permanently, Brad, or the plane crashed,” she snapped.
I never
struck a woman in my life and clenched my hands into fists, resisting the urge
to punch her. It took a minute for my pants to deflate. I then stumbled up the
stairs, banging my ankle against the last step.
CAT'S REVIEW
"Dishoner Thy Wife" by Belinda Austin. Well, I have to admit, it was hard for me to choose my rating for this book. There are parts of it that I really, really liked yet others that I wasn't so thrilled with. However, the fact that I couldn't put it down, despite not liking some aspects, made me go with a 4 star rating. Ms. Austin has written a tale that is a psychological thriller - it is deep and dark yet at times, there are touches of light. I did find it a bit confusing occasionally when the scenes jumped from different characters' POV's but I caught up fairly quickly. The characters themselves are not necessarily the pinnacle of society - they are pretty messed up people and, again, I didn't fall in love with any of them. But, despite that, Ms. Austin has succeeded in writing a tale that kept me gripped throughout and turning each page waiting to see what would happen next and holding my breath for the outcome. While the writing style and storyline itself is not my favorite, Ms. Austin had me hook, line and sinker throughout. I find that to be a very talented gift by the author to keep the reader so invested, even if they aren't actually loving the story! (I hope that makes sense) (received copy for honest review)
★★★★
Belinda is
a former Software Engineer and Web Developer. She is a Zumbaholic. Belinda
loves to create novels with twists and turns, and love stories that will
squeeze your heart. Her goal is to entertain and touch you by making you laugh,
cry, get angry: go through the emotional experience that makes us all human and
by doing so humanize her characters.
Her aim
with her books is to grab the reader by the shirt collar and drag him or her
into the novel, and not let go until the end. She hopes that the reader will
not just read her story, but experience it, with chills, blood pounding, brain
bursting, etc.
Belinda
was born in the Los Angeles area and lives in Texas.
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