Onyx Book Two of the Precious Stone Series

Onyx

Book 2 of the Precious Stone Series

M. A. Silver

Copyright © 2018 by M. A. Silver

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Dedication

Onyx

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Dedication

Once again, this book is dedicated to my parents, both of whom instilled the love of reading in all their children. Papa, thank you for believing in me. Mother, thank you for showing me the true meaning of the word lady.

I miss you both so much. I love you.

Again, I would like to give my heartfelt thanks to Andrea H for her continuing support.

Thanks to Tatiana Villa for putting up with me. I love the cover art!

And to the one person I left out of the first book’s dedication.

Thank you Jesse! You were my first contact and you took the time, answering my questions with patience, pretty much taking my hand and leading me through the process of trying to bring this labor of love to fruition. Thank you again for all your help!

Onyx

What follows is information for entertainment purposes only and taken directly from several internet sites. It is not meant to provide any kind of medical advise. So, if you’re sick or have any of the malaise mentioned below, seek medical help. But maybe take a bit of the metaphysical to heart. I mean, what could it hurt? MAS

Onyx is associated primarily with the root chakra. It assists with challenges in life, especially those caused by a drain of energy. It prevents the draining away of personal energy and can be used for protection from such. It also helps with grounding and controlling or eliminating excess or unwanted energies. It has been used for wound healing, childbirth and to increase stamina and self-control. Black onyx and red onyx are associated with the base (root, first) chakra. White onyx is associated with linking the base and crown chakras to have balanced energy throughout the chakra system. Other colors are associated with the related chakra by colors.

Black onyx is thought to have protective properties and to bring inner strength, self-confidence and mental discipline to its wearer. Additionally, onyx is said to help to release negative emotions and alleviate fear and anxiety. Physically, onyx is believed to help in wound healing, childbirth, eye and ear problems and to benefit the skin, hair, teeth and nails. Onyx is the birthstone for the zodiacal sign of Leo and the seventh wedding anniversary gemstone. Like many gemstones, some cultures believe onyx to be unlucky, but others consider it to be virtuous and to protect against black magic.

Prologue

Lizzie was waiting in the open doorway while Mack lifted Diana out of his Corvette and carried her into the house. Because he’d been here before, he knew the layout and walked directly to the bedroom. Standing Diana on her feet, he turned to see the look of curiosity on Elizabeth’s face.

Elizabeth, would you help Diana change, please and make sure she gets into bed? She’s had a… um… rough night. Then he kissed Diana on the top of her wig, before retreating to the living room.

Lizzie walked over to Diana, pushing her softly to sit on the bed and knelt before her. She took both of Diana’s hands in hers and when Diana was finally able to met Lizzie’s eyes, Lizzie recognized the look of shock there. She’d seen it many times in the eyes of accident victims or their relatives when they came into the emergency room or surgical waiting room where she worked. Lizzie immediately went into nurse mode. She stood and went to the bureau and pulled out one of her father’s tee shirts. She’d seen Diana wearing them numerous times and knew it would comfort her.

Let’s get this stuff off you, Diana. Slowly Lizzie’s fingers started searching for the pins that held the wig on Diana’s head. She pulled them out and gently lifted the wig off her head, taking the nylon hair cover with it. That must be a relief to have that thing off. It must be really hot. Lizzie continued talking to Diana as if she were a child. Wow, I love this bustier and if I thought it would fit me, I’d ask to borrow it. Lizzie saw the little smile flit across Diana’s lips. Okay, we’re going to stand you up now. There you go. Good girl. Turn around and I’ll unhook you. There you go.

For the next ten minutes, Lizzie kept up a string of useless prattle, watching carefully as Diana’s eyes cleared. When she got the bustier and garters unhooked and the nylons down and off Diana’s legs, she pulled the tee shirt over Diana’s head. She pulled down the spread and folded back the sheet. Diana crawled to the middle of the bed, settled her head on the pillow, before grabbing Jake’s pillow and hugging it to her chest. Lizzie watched and waited until she fell asleep. She picked up the discarded outfit, examining it, from the beautiful bead work to the custom hand stitching, before folding everything as best she could and laying it on the bureau. She left the dimmest light burning, but turned off the overhead and left the room, leaving the door open a couple of inches in case Diana woke and needed her.

Lizzie, stormed barefoot into the living room where Mack was standing in front of the TV, channel surfing, a glass of ice tea sitting, forgotten, on the coffee table behind him. She came toe to toe with the six foot, four inch hunk of total maleness and with her index finger, poked him in the chest.

You damn well better tell me what’s going on, Mr… Mack! Why was Diana dressed like that? And where the hell is my father!? She whispered vehemently, not wanting to wake Diana.

Mack looked down at the little sprite, jabbing her finger into his chest. He didn’t know one man that would dare talk to him the way she was, much less touch him as she’d just done. Damn, this woman intrigued him.

Mr. ‘Mack‘? Mack questioned, one eyebrow arching towards his hairline.

Well, I don’t know your last name. Or maybe Mack is your last name. How do I know!? Jabbing her finger against his chest with every word she said.

Now jab Tell jab Me jab What’s jab Going jab On… Before she could jab him again, Mack picked her up and threw her on the couch, coming down on top of her.

Uhff! Get off me you big lug! Lizzie bucked and executed a move that was guaranteed to throw off any adversary.

Unfortunately, Mack wasn’t just any adversary. He was a half a foot taller and almost a hundred pounds heavier. He grabbed both her wrists, and held them above her head, pressing his body into her, effectively pinning her beneath him. It was then he realized his mistake.

Lizzie went still when she felt the length of his erection pressing against her core. She looked up into Mack’s eyes and saw the blue blaze erupt. Her breath caught in her chest. Her throat suddenly went dry and she had to lick her lips.

Mack groaned as his eyes locked onto her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. Damn it, Elizabeth. I almost had it under control. And before she could ask, Mack dipped his head and touched his lips to hers. It was the most tender kiss Lizzie could ever remember receiving.

Mack raised his head and looked into her beautiful brown eyes. Her lovely little pixie face reminded him of a young Audrey Hepburn. Not Breakfast at Tiffany’s Audrey, but ‘Sabrina‘, pre-Paris Audrey. All innocence. Mack started to lower his head to kiss her again, but stopped just short of contact. He cocked his head and started to lever himself off her.

Daddy’s home.

* * *

Jake walked in the door and nodded to Mack who was sitting on the love seat, a glass of ice tea in his hand. Lizzie was on the couch, right leg crossed over her left, foot pumping a mile a minute and her arms crossed around her mid-section. Looking at them, Jake nodded. Something was off here.

Mack was able to get his body under control, but just barely. He didn’t want to greet Jake at the door with his camo’s tented. Jake might get the wrong idea. Or figure out the right one. Mack stood and walked over to Jake, extending his hand.

Good work tonight, Captain. What do you think the chance are that Mr. Penn will be convicted

Jake shook Mack’s hand. DA thinks it will be a slam-dunk. Between the confession and the DNA we were able to get when he ejaculated we can tie him to several of the other murders. Jake motioned with his head towards the bedroom. How’s she doing?

Lizzie stood up then, walking around Mack to face her father. I’d say she has a mild case of shock, but other than that, she should be okay. She was sleeping a while ago. I can‘t wait to hear the story, but tonight, I think you need to climb into bed with Diana and hold her. As much for her as for you. You look like hell, papa.

Jake enfolded Lizzie in a bear hug, kissed her on the cheek and thanking her for being there. He then opened the door and walked both Mack and Lizzie out. He stood and watched Lizzie get into her car. He watched as Mack watched Lizzie and wondered what he interrupted. Lizzie flashed her lights, backed out of the drive way and left. Mack stood staring after her retreating tail-lights.

Chapter 1

The two women sat at the table, heads together going over the seating chart in front of them. Two heads as different as night and day. One, 30 years old, onyx black hair, pixy cut, younger than the other. The other, 27 years older, long, snow white hair, braided, down her back. It was late July in the southern California low desert and the high today was expected to be 115 degrees. Both women wore shorts, tank tops and each had a glass of hibiscus tea in front of them.

I think it’s pretty neat of the club to let you have your wedding there. I mean, I don’t know of too many people who have been up there, much less been inside the clubhouse. Lizzie told her soon to be step mother Diana. Diana worked at one of the most prestigious country clubs in the country where just the lots went for five million and up. Set up in the hills above the desert floor, it was a haven for billionaires, movie stars, corporate CEO‘s and giants of industry.

Yes, I wasn’t even thinking of it, but when the General Manager offered it at such a deal, I couldn’t think of any reason to turn him down. And with Pauly and Gina no longer having to do the catering, they’ll be free to join the rest of us and enjoy the celebration. Pauly and Gina and their five month old son had been friends of Diana’s since Pauly helped her out many years ago by stepping in at the last moment to help cater an event at the country club when the caterer Diana had originally hired had flaked on her. Their restaurant in the city of Palm Desert had also been the place she and her soon to be husband, Jake, had their real first date.

But what about the other party? Will Pauly be catering that one? Lizzie asked wondering about the other party Diana would be hosting. She had been to the restaurant many times with her father and Diana and knew it was one of the best Italian food places in the desert.

No, I’ll use the usual caterer for that one. Since Pauly and Gina aren’t aware of that side of my identity, they won’t be there. Diana replied

I still don’t quite see why you keep that part of you life separate, Diana. I mean it is the twenty-first century and I would think most people would be accepting of your alternate persona.

Diana sighed. She’d asked herself that question so many times.

"You would think that, wouldn’t you. But you would be amazed at how many people might be accepting of certain lifestyles when they’re talking about it with other people, but behind closed doors, they still think of it as wrong. Sick and harmful... Abusive. How long do you think I would keep my Admin job if the General Manager and Board of Directors knew that for the last thirty plus years I was a professional female Dominant? Even if