Literary Liz...Novels By Elizabeth Funderbirk

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Excerpt from "Love TORN Asunder" Chapters 22- 23 

CHAPTER 22

HER        

          He still hasn’t come home and when I hint at it, he tells me that this is what I wanted. He knows that I really want him to be home with me. I can’t focus without him, don’t want to live without him. He is doing this to punish me and it’s working. He knows how to get to me, to make me feel insecure. My husband has a problem. He’s addicted to sex, so all I do all day is wonder who’s feeding his addiction. He says that he’s been staying at Bernard’s, but I know better then that. He can hang out with Bernard for a while, but Bernard likes to go out and floss. He likes to be out seeing people and being seen. That requires spending money and although I know that Bernard doesn’t mind funding the party every occasionally, he isn’t going to support a grown ass man. I don’t care how much they claim to be brothers. Plus, Kendrick knows how to get in and get what he can get then get ghost before anyone has a chance to speak on it. He’s lost many friends like that. He takes from people and when he has it to spend, he never reciprocates. When his people call him on it, he gets defensive and tries to justify his actions. It doesn’t take long before they stop dealing with him altogether. It doesn’t matter to me though because the more people he isolates, the more time he will spend at home, where I want him. Everyone got wise to this shit except Bernard. Either he’s dumb, wants my husband like I want my husband,  or he just needs a wing man out in the street. I’m sure Kendrick doesn’t mind playing second fiddle to Bernard as long as he gets something out of the deal. Kendrick rarely does anything unless he gets something out of it.  As for Bernard wanting my husband, I don’t think it’s normal for a man to want to spend all of his free time with another man. I know why Kendrick is always up to ride, but what does Bernard get out of it? I’m sure that he had friends that he can hang out with that have their own bank roll so it makes me wonder why he always calls on Kendrick. It’s almost like he tricked off on him in order to spend time with my husband. In the past, I’ve felt like I’ve had to compete with him.

        I have a bad feeling about that woman from the Indigo Lounge. She lives over there at Dahlia’s house. She seemed nice enough when she came to speak with us, but after that Kendrick was a little tense then he was ready to go. I was enjoying being out with him for a change and all of a sudden, he wanted to finish the night at home. I asked why when we finally had the night to ourselves, he wanted to rush home. I wasn’t in a rush because I knew that once we got home he would put on one of those nasty movies and I wasn’t wrong in making that assumption. I asked what that was all about in the car and he tried to blow it off. I asked if it had something to do with that girl Leslie and he denied it and said that she was a friend of the family. He had known her since they where kids. Dahlia also made it her business to point out that Leslie was like their cousin. Now that I think about it, she tried to smooth over the situation right away and I don’t trust that bitch Dahlia one bit. I know that she doesn’t like me and I don’t like her either. I will play nice just like she does. Keep your enemies close, right?

DEVINE        

        I recognize the number right away, but I don’t understand why she’s calling me unless Kendrick took his sorry ass home and this was him calling me to tell me that he went on home to make it right. It’s about time because Christmas will be here in a couple of days and I just can’t see my cousin missing out on whatever his wife put out to get him to come home. She puts Kendrick above all else, even the kids, and she always has. For most men, that would be a turnoff, but Kendrick expects it. I blame her though. She allows herself to be treated this way and she allowed this man to come before the children she birthed. That was the second sign that she was off her rocker. The first was when she moved a 15-year-old into her house to be stepfather to her children, ages one and seven. An eight-year difference! Issues.

        I have a bad feeling about that woman from the Indigo Lounge. She lives over there at Dahlia’s house. She seemed nice enough when she came to speak with us, but after that Kendrick was a little tense then he was ready to go. I was enjoying being out with him for a change and all of a sudden, he wanted to finish the night at home. I asked why when we finally had the night to ourselves, he wanted to rush home. I wasn’t in a rush because I knew that once we got home he would put on one of those nasty movies and I wasn’t wrong in making that assumption. I asked what that was all about in the car and he tried to blow it off. I asked if it had something to do with that girl Leslie and he denied it and said that she was a friend of the family. He had known her since they where kids. Dahlia also made it her business to point out that Leslie was like their cousin. Now that I think about it, she tried to smooth over the situation right away and I don’t trust that bitch Dahlia one bit. I know that she doesn’t like me and I don’t like her either. I will play nice just like she does. Keep your enemies close, right? DEVINE         I recognize the number right away, but I don’t understand why she’s calling me unless Kendrick took his sorry ass home and this was him calling me to tell me that he went on home to make it right. It’s about time because Christmas will be here in a couple of days and I just can’t see my cousin missing out on whatever his wife put out to get him to come home. She puts Kendrick above all else, even the kids, and she always has. For most men, that would be a turnoff, but Kendrick expects it. I blame her though. She allows herself to be treated this way and she allowed this man to come before the children she birthed. That was the second sign that she was off her rocker. The first was when she moved a 15-year-old into her house to be stepfather to her children, ages one and seven. An eight-year difference! Issues.

   "What's up?"

   “Hi, Dahlia.” It takes me moment to respond. I wasn't expecting to hear Her voice on the other end when I picked up.    

   “Hi.”    

   “Surprised to hear from me?” she even sounds slow. This girl needs help.  

   “Yeah a little. I thought you were my cousin.”

   "No, he hasn’t been staying at home.”

   “I thought that he seemed funny the last time I saw him.” I know that Kendrick wouldn’t have told her that he was staying at my place. Not with her knowing that there was another woman that lived there. That’s probably why she’s calling me, to fish for information.  

   “Oh. I thought he would have been staying at your place.”

   “No. I haven’t seen him. It was a couple of days ago though when him and Bernard came over to hang out.”

   “I’ve been trying to get him to come home but he doesn’t want to deal with the issues that he has first.”

   “Oh, I see.”

   “Maybe I shouldn't have called. It’s just that you said the last time I saw you that I could call anytime. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”

   “You didn’t. We’re like family. How long have you and Kendrick been together? You know we’re good. What issues Kendrick got going on?” I’ll admit, it she’s pulling me in. I want to know what she’s going to say. I assume that it’s going to be about how he can’t keep it in his pants, but what if it’s some other shit I didn’t know about?  

   “Well Kendrick and I haven’t been right since I caught him doing some foul shit in the house, and when both the kids were here at that.” I’m pulling up to the hair salon for my appointment, but I can’t go in because I just have to know what my fool ass cousin did. I know he wasn’t bold enough to bring some chick home., even though everyone suspects that he slept with Robert’s girl Emma all those years back in the house. He wouldn’t even discuss it with me so I couldn’t get the truth from him one way or another.
 
   “What was he doing?”
 
   “This might be too much information, but your cousin has a problem watching pornos.”  
 
   “Girl, that ain’t no secret. His father is the same way. Everybody knows that Uncle Kirkwood has over a thousand. Kendrick has said that he has about three hundred.”
 
   “Yeah, he might even have more than that, but I’m not talking about the pornos that everyone knows about. I’m talking about the shit that he keeps hidden away. One evening I was in the kitchen cooking dinner, Reggie was in his room with his friend Aaron, and Rayne was running around tearing up as usual. So I went to the bedroom to ask him was there anything in particular that he wanted for dessert…”she pauses for a long time. I don’t know what she’s going to say and she knows that she’s driving me crazy. She needs to get to the point because if this is the same dumb shit that she’s prone to talk about, I plan to click her immediately and go get my weave tightened.
 
   “He was using my laptop to look at porn. When I walked in he had his dick in his hands and had just busted all over the screen and the keypad. I looked at him in disgust then I looked at the screen to see what he was watching and…”
 
   “What?” 
 
   “Three men! It was gay porn,” She says it so low that I have to strain to hear her. After she says it, I am in shock. Maybe I heard Her wrong.
 
   “What did you say?” I ask her to be absolutely clear on what she was getting at.
 
   “He was masturbating to gay porn. He came all over the place watching sweaty, naked, men getting it on.” She makes sure that I get the point this time.
 
   “Damn!” I say, speechless, “What did you do?”
 
   “I was in shock. Wouldn’t you be? I told him that he was a trifling motherfucker for doing some shit like that in the house with all the kids there and the door wasn’t even locked. Rayne doesn’t always knock first. What if she’d seen her father like that, what he was doing and what he was watching? I told him to clean it up and lock the fucking door.”  
 
   “Does he watch that all the time?”
 
   “That was my first time witnessing it, but after that I searched through his shit. I ended up finding a stash of pornos that he kept in the garage. There was Gay porn and porn with grown women that looked like little girls. I mean, these women didn’t have any boobs or asses. Flat! Their faces even looked youthful. I told him that this shit was unnatural and that he needed help. Ever since then, we have been on edge.” She’s breathing hard now and I can’t tell if she’s crying so I wait for what was coming next. “A little while ago I had to get a prescription filled, too.”
 
   “What was the prescription for?”
 
   “Dahlia, I had an STD! Kendrick gave me an STD. When I told him I had it he tried to flip it, saying that I was messing around on him. That I gave it to him.”
 
   “Did you?” I know the answer, but I just don’t know what to say next.
 
   “Since I met your cousin, I have never been with any other man. I love him, Dahlia, and I would never do anything that would take his trust.” Except for this I’m thinking.
 
   “So you’re all good with that now, right?”
 
   “Not exactly. He gave me chlamydia, and at my appointment to make sure that it was all cleared up, I took him with me. I had to beg him to go. Can you believe that? I had to beg him to come so he could be treated. Anyway, that’s when they told me that my other test results had come in and that I had herpes.”
 
   “Oh my God!”
 
   “Well, you know that there is no getting rid of that so we both take medication, but that will not cure what we have. He still refuses to at least give me the courtesy and apologize for giving me something that I will have for the rest of my life. Through this all, I still love him and I just don’t understand how else I can prove it. I’m so stressed.”
 
   “That would absolutely cause stress in any relationship. I just don’t know what to say about all of this.”
 
   “Imagine how I feel. I live with him and so do our kids. He is my husband. He doesn’t want to talk about it but he needs help.”
 
   “I agree. Do you want me to talk to him?” I ask, crossing my fingers and praying that she says no.
 
   “NO! You can’t say anything. He will be so upset and may never come home. He needs to come home Dahlia. He needs to come home so we can work on getting him help. How you can help me is convince him to come home to me.”
 
HER  
 
         Soon after that conversation, we disconnect. I know that I’m risking a lot, trusting her with that personal information about Kendrick. If she says anything, I don’t know if we can ever get on track. He will be so hurt and embarrassed that I told something so devastating about his personal life. I do believe that he has a sex addiction and if that is correct, then he needs to bring those desires home. The part about the STD isn’t true, but it’s for shock value. What I am banking on is that she is too embarrassed to speak those confessions I made to Kendrick himself. I want her to tell whoever has Kendrick’s attention. I believe it’s that woman, Leslie, but even if it’s not her, I believe that she knows the woman or has at least met her. I don’t intend to live my life without Kendrick and he shouldn't make plans to live his life without me.
 
          
CHAPTER 23
 LESLIE
          
CHAPTER 23 
        At first, I wasn’t looking forward to going out tonight but that is slowly changing. I have to go because I promised Devine that we would go out prior to Christmas and we both got busy. I invited Ericka and Devine invited Lace who invited Passion. Ericka wasn’t pleased about the company that we were going to be in tonight, but when drinks are involved, it tends to lighten everyone up. Before her second Piña colada, she had been saying that people made assumptions about you based on who you spent time with. She didn’t want anyone to mistake her for a ho for sale, her words not mine. I asked her to relax. I tried to explain that she shouldn’t be worried about what folks in the street thought anyhow because she knew the truth. She gave me the dumb driver look, the one we reserved for assholes on the road. You know the type that would cut you off just to go slow as hell when they got in front of you. So then, you had to drive up beside them to look at them like what the fuck! That was the dumb driver look. The look could be used for a number of occasions, not just on the road. Ericka felt this was one of them.
 
         Right now, it’s like when we were younger and everyone would be getting ready to go out to the movies, or skating. You know the group activities that were parentally approved. All your girlfriends would get together at one person’s house and drink, talk shit and get ready together, knowing good and well that we were headed to a house party or any club that wasn’t checking ID. We are all laughing, trying on different outfits, curling hair, and doing each other’s make up. This is the distraction that I need. I have to get out and have a good time with my friends more often. We dance around and sing to all the Aaliyah songs that Devine has on a mix CD. I love every song that girl ever released. We’re going to this spot that Lace has been to before called Temptation in downtown Buffalo. Downtown is always popping, so I’m ready. When we’re finally all dressed to impress and ready to head out, we pile into Devine’s truck and hit the street. We take the long way and blast Mary J. Blige while riding down the slick streets of Buffalo. When we finally make it downtown, there are so many people out that it resembles Mardi Gras. We circle around the block a few times stopping every so often to talk to groups of people we recognize here and there. Going out is a time to see people that you haven’t seen in a while and to meet new people. Whatever the case it’s a good time to be had. We park in a lot about five blocks from the club. That’s the only down side to coming and partying down here. You always have to park so far away from your destination. It wouldn’t bother me if it weren’t the middle of the winter. The cold doesn’t slow down the party people though. Before the holidays, it is always packed at all the clubs. I guess people want to cut up before they get censored at family functions. We file out the truck, some of us tipsier then others and start our trek down the road to the club. As we approach, I can see the line to get inside.
 
   "Why don’t we just go to the Foxy?” I suggest. That club is coming up on our right and the line is considerably shorter.
 
   “Girl, no. Do you see all the people going into the Temptation?” asks Devine.
   “That’s my point. I don’t want to be out here in the cold waiting to get inside the hot club.
 
   “I don’t wait in line. So don’t worry,” Devine tells me as we pass up two other bars that have no one waiting in line. As we get closer, I spot Patrick, my ex. I was with him before Lincoln. I try to blend into the midst of my friends, hoping that he will be too busy trying to get numbers to notice me. It doesn’t work.
 
   “Juicy?” I pretend that I don’t hear him call me by the nickname he had for me. I’m on Devine’s tail as she makes her way up to the bouncer. The other downside to going out in Buffalo is that it’s such a small town. You’re bound to run into somebody that you don’t want to see. I pray that this won’t take long and we will be escorted into the club right away. She says very few words to him and he lets us right in.    “What did you say to him?” Ericka asks as we are escorted right past the velvet rope that separate the throbbing heat from the bass driving hard from the speakers in the club, and the icy temperatures outside the door.
 
   "Not much. I let my outfit speak for itself.” Devine is in an outfit that looks more suitable for her job at The Redd Rooster Inn as a stripper than a night out on the town. She is proud of her body and she wants everyone to see it. There are so many people that I feel overwhelmed at first. Then I get into the swing of things, maybe a little too much. Devine talks a group of men into giving up their prime seats at the bar so the we can all have a seat. I know not to ask how she pulled that off. Not only that, they stay glued to the backs our bar stools for the majority of the night. They purchase us shot after shot of tequila the whole time. They are nice looking, so I’m not mad. We all talk and laugh for a while, then I get antsy, so I excuse myself, which garners looks from the ladies, and I head straight for the dance floor. If I’m going to be out having a good time, then I’m going to do it right. I two-step onto the dance floor and I don’t dance solo for long. Soon there is a warm body pressed against my back. I don’t bother to turn to see who he is because it doesn't matter. I’m just here to have a little fun and I love to dance. We dance like that for an entire song and when the next song starts to play, I recognize the cologne that surrounds me. It is the scent that I gave to Kendrick. I know that it can’t be him though. He said he was going to his regular hang out with Bernard. I continue to groove with this stranger and I’m looking around for another familiar face when I spot Ericka on the dance floor too. She’s working it and I’m glad that she seems to be enjoying herself. She doubted that she would have a good time at all, but everyone is getting along really well.  I then spot Lace gritting her teeth at me. When she notices that I noticed the scowl, her face changes to a slight smile.
 
   “Do you always allow strange men to dance so close to you?” The voice sends a chill through me. I immediately realize why Lace was staring at me all crazy. I know that she wants him. It’s not hard to tell. The way she prances around whenever he’s close. She always laughs extra hard at whatever he says. He’s a clown and keeps everyone in stitches, but she is just extra with it.
 
   “What are you doing here?” I ask, not even turning around.
 
   “I wanted you. Didn’t want anyone else to be this close to you.” His breath is on my neck and I can smell the alcohol. I am so drunk at this point that I can’t really think straight.
 
   “You don’t give a fuck about me. You’re just horny.”
 
   “If it was all about some ass I could get that. Why don’t you believe that I want you?”
 
   “Do you give me a reason to believe shit you say?”  I let the tequila lead my tongue and true feelings. “All you want from me is some dough and some ass. You don’t give a fuck about how that shit affects me. That shit hurts Kendrick because I’m damn good to you. I don’t deserve this from you.” I’m facing him and although I’m not yelling, I’m talking loud enough for people to overhear. I know that Kendrick doesn’t like to fuss. I also know that he is a married man, and there could be people here that know him and Her as a couple. He is looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. I feel myself getting emotional, then I feel a hand guiding me off the dance floor and out the door. Next thing I know, we are back in the truck in silence. The silence allows what just happened to replay in my mind over and over. The images are so loud that I reach for the dash and turn on the radio. I see that it’s 3am when the radio lights up and comes to life. We listen until we pull in front of the house. I jump out and go straight to my bathroom, where I kneel in front of the toilet and try to regurgitate the foul images in mind. I strip out of my clothes and sit there until Devine comes looking for me. I knew I should have locked the door behind me. I need to be alone. I am ashamed at my behavior. I am ashamed about my feelings. She brings me my favorite gray robe and assists me to a standing position. She then drapes it around me and escorts me to the bed where she has a ginger ale waiting. I take a couple of sips while she disappears into my bathroom. I hear the water running and the toilet flush a couple of times then air freshener fills the air and makes me nauseous. She emerges with four aspirin, which I accept and swallow in one gulp.
 
   “You need to leave my cousin alone.”
 
   “You think!” I reply sarcastically.    
 
   “I don’t need you to recap what I already know. I know that I mean nothing to him.”
 
   “Well, I don’t believe that. Like I have said to you before, he doesn’t have to spend all this extra time with you just to get a nut. He could do that and be on his way.”
 
   “Then what the fuck are you talking about?” I am in no mood for this.
 
   “I mean that I spoke to Kendrick’s wife yesterday and she told me some shit, Leslie.”
 
   “What?” I wish that I hadn’t asked that question. Devine relays to me what she had heard from Her and the images brought on by the picture she’s painting makes my already uneasy stomach turn. I have to make way to the bathroom and finish what I started when I first walked in from the club. My head hurts from the heaving and my eyes are blurry from the tears. I can hear the water running, and then a cold rag is placed on my forehead.
 
 DEVINE
 
        I couldn’t bring myself to tell Leslie everything that Kendrick’s wife told me. I left out the most important part. How could I tell her that she might have herpes? I will tell her in the morning. I want her to get some rest and that is going to be difficult enough for her tonight. I know that if I share that information with her, she will be up all night. So I sit with her until she falls asleep and I sleep on the couch in the living room. I don’t think that Kendrick will be stupid enough to show up here tonight, but just in case he does, I want to be there to stop him before he makes it into Leslie’s bedroom.
 
          When I wake up in the morning, I go straight into Leslie’s room. I have to tell her about the rest of the conversation that I had with Her. She’s already gone and it feels strange, so I call her cell phone. My call is diverted straight to voice mail, which lets me know that she has turned it off and doesn't want to be contacted. Now what?


Funderbirk, Elizabeth (2011-04-05). Love Torn Asunder (Kindle Locations 3994-3995). Emerald Star Press. Kindle Edition. 
 “Not just because of tonight.”
“Yeah a little. I thought you were my cousin.”    
“Surprised to hear from me?” she even sounds slow. This girl needs help.    
“Yeah a little. I thought you were my cousin.”    
“No, he hasn’t been staying at home.”    
“I thought that he seemed funny the last time I saw him.” I know that Kendrick wouldn’t have told her that he was staying at my place. Not with her knowing that there was another woman that lived there. That’s probably why she’s calling me, to fish for information.    
“Oh. I thought he would have been staying at your place.”    
“No. I haven’t seen him. It was a couple of days ago though when him and Bernard came over to hang out.”    
“I’ve been trying to get him to come home 

 

“Hi, Dahlia.” It takes me moment to respond. I wasn’t expecting to hear Her voice on the other end when I picked up.    “Hi.”    
“Surprised to hear from me?” she even sounds slow. This girl needs help.    
“Yeah a little. I thought you were my cousin.”    
“No, he hasn’t been staying at home.”    
“I thought that he seemed funny the last time I saw him.” I know that Kendrick wouldn’t have told her that he was staying at my place. Not with her knowing that there was another woman that lived there. That’s probably why she’s calling me, to fish for information.    
“Oh. I thought he would have been staying at your place.”    
“No. I haven’t seen him. It was a couple of days ago though when him and Bernard came over to hang out.”    
“I’ve been trying to get him to come home 

 


Funderbirk, Elizabeth (2011-04-05). Love Torn Asunder (Kindle Locations 3803-3819). Emerald Star Press. Kindle Edition. 

Funderbirk, Elizabeth (2011-04-05). Love Torn Asunder (Kindle Locations 3803-3819). Emerald Star Press. Kindle Edition. 
        I have a bad feeling about that woman from the Indigo Lounge. She lives over there at Dahlia’s house. She seemed nice enough when she came to speak with us, but after that Kendrick was a little tense then he was ready to go. I was enjoying being out with him for a change and all of a sudden, he wanted to finish the night at home. I asked why when we finally had the night to ourselves, he wanted to rush home. I wasn’t in a rush because I knew that once we got home he would put on one of those nasty movies and I wasn’t wrong in making that assumption. I asked what that was all about in the car and he tried to blow it off. I asked if it had something to do with that girl Leslie and he denied it and said that she was a friend of the family. He had known her since they where kids. Dahlia also made it her business to point out that Leslie was like their cousin. Now that I think about it, she tried to smooth over the situation right away and I don’t trust that bitch Dahlia one bit. I know that she doesn’t like me and I don’t like her either. I will play nice just like she does. Keep your enemies close, right? DEVINE         I recognize the number right away, but I don’t understand why she’s calling me unless Kendrick took his sorry ass home and this was him calling me to tell me that he went on home to make it right. It’s about time because Christmas will be here in a couple of days and I just can’t see my cousin missing out on whatever his wife put out to get him to come home. She puts Kendrick above all else, even the kids, and she always has. For most men, that would be a turnoff, but Kendrick expects it. I blame her though. She allows herself to be treated this way and she allowed this man to come before the children she birthed. That was the second sign that she was off her rocker. The first was when she moved a 15-year-old into her house to be stepfather to her children, ages one and seven. An eight-year difference! Issues.

 

        I have a bad feeling about that woman from the Indigo Lounge. She lives over there at Dahlia’s house. She seemed nice enough when she came to speak with us, but after that Kendrick was a little tense then he was ready to go. I was enjoying being out with him for a change and all of a sudden, he wanted to finish the night at home. I asked why when we finally had the night to ourselves, he wanted to rush home. I wasn’t in a rush because I knew that once we got home he would put on one of those nasty movies and I wasn’t wrong in making that assumption. I asked what that was all about in the car and he tried to blow it off. I asked if it had something to do with that girl Leslie and he denied it and said that she was a friend of the family. He had known her since they where kids. Dahlia also made it her business to point out that Leslie was like their cousin. Now that I think about it, she tried to smooth over the situation right away and I don’t trust that bitch Dahlia one bit. I know that she doesn’t like me and I don’t like her either. I will play nice just like she does. Keep your enemies close, right? DEVINE         I recognize the number right away, but I don’t understand why she’s calling me unless Kendrick took his sorry ass home and this was him calling me to tell me that he went on home to make it right. It’s about time because Christmas will be here in a couple of days and I just can’t see my cousin missing out on whatever his wife put out to get him to come home. She puts Kendrick above all else, even the kids, and she always has. For most men, that would be a turnoff, but Kendrick expects it. I blame her though. She allows herself to be treated this way and she allowed this man to come before the children she birthed. That was the second sign that she was off her rocker. The first was when she moved a 15-year-old into her house to be stepfather to her children, ages one and seven. An eight-year difference! Issues.

Funderbirk, Elizabeth (2011-04-05). Love Torn Asunder (Kindle Locations 3803-3819). Emerald Star Press. Kindle Edition. 

 


Funderbirk, Elizabeth (2011-04-05). Love Torn Asunder (Kindle Locations 3803-3819). Emerald Star Press. Kindle Edition. 

Funderbirk, Elizabeth (2011-04-05). Love Torn Asunder (Kindle Locations 3803-3819). Emerald Star Press. Kindle Edition. 

Funderbirk, Elizabeth (2011-04-05). Love Torn Asunder (Kindle Locations 3786-3802). Emerald Star Press. Kindle Edition. 

Funderbirk, Elizabeth (2011-04-05). Love Torn Asunder (Kindle Locations 3786-3802). Emerald Star Press. Kindle Edition. 

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