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Tea and Tomahawks
Tea and Tomahawks
Tea and Tomahawks
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After not having seen her grandmother for two years, Annie is thrilled that her husband is letting her visit for the summer. However, her husband, Richard's motives aren't as pure as they seem. While he may have other plans for Annie and her grandmother, a mysterious painting may have more in store for them than they think.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 22, 2018
ISBN9781386409373
Tea and Tomahawks
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Dahlia DeWinters

Dahlia DeWinters a multi-genre author who flirts with the dark side. While many of her  stories still dabble in the hearts and roses genre, it is often against a sinister backdrop.  She is a lover of all things scary, even though she tends either to watch them while  gripping her husband's arm or between her fingers. Her enthusiasm for found footage  horror, surprisingly, has rewarded her with a few gems. Drawing, fiber arts, and  gardening are a few of the things she does in her spare time, when not dreaming up  stories of zombies, mysterious happenings in gothic mansions or screening horror films.

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    Tea and Tomahawks - Dahlia DeWinters

    TEA AND TOMAHAWKS

    Table of Contents

    Title Page

    Dahlia DeWinters

    CHAPTER ONE

    CHAPTER TWO

    CHAPTER THREE

    CHAPTER FOUR

    CHAPTER FIVE

    CHAPTER SIX

    CHAPTER SEVEN

    CHAPTER EIGHT

    CHAPTER NINE

    CHAPTER TEN

    CHAPTER ELEVEN

    CHAPTER TWELVE

    CHAPTER THIRTEEN

    CHAPTER FOURTEEN

    About the Author

    Dahlia DeWinters

    TEA AND TOMAHAWKS

    Copyright © 2015 by Dahlia DeWinters

    All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this e-book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without prior written permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author's rights.

    Image/art disclaimer: Licensed material is being used for illustrative purposes only. Any person depicted in the licensed material is a model.

    Editor: Leanore Elliot

    Published in the United States of America

    This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

    This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers.

    CHAPTER ONE

    GRANDMOTHER WANTS ME to come stay with her. She writes she hasn’t been well for a time and she thinks this might be... Annalise let the sentence trail off. She folded the letter, written on thick, creamy stationery, and slid it back into the envelope. Rubbing her fingers over the embossed A, she waited for her husband’s response.

    Richard turned to the window to hide his sneer. The old bat wanted to keep them captive at her dusty mansion while she wasted away in front of their eyes. Crossing his arms, he eyed the little Johnson boy riding his bike on the other side of the street. The little brown boy wobbled on the two-wheeler and then lost his balance. A cruel smile replaced Richard’s sneer as he watched the boy crying on the sidewalk and holding his bloodied knee. He turned to confront his wife. What does this mean for us? he snapped at her, knowing it would ramp up her constant anxiety.

    Annalise flinched at his tone. I should go, Richard. She wants me there.

    What you’re saying is she doesn’t want me there. It was no surprise to him. The old woman had never liked him and didn’t hesitate to let him know.

    His wife wrung her hands together. That’s not what I’m saying at all. You have work, things to do. She gnawed at her generous bottom lip. I thought it would make it easier for you without me around for the summer. And... Annie sighed and brushed away an errant tear. "...She is dying."

    Richard snorted at his wife’s maudlin sentimentality. Her tears over her Grandmother were nothing to him but another soft spot to exploit. She’s dying every summer, Annie. What makes this summer so damned special?

    He marched over to his wife and stood over her, pleased at the way she shied away from him. After only a few years of marriage, he had managed to break her so thoroughly that he could do anything to her. She belonged to him mind, body, and spirit. Impatient with her mewling, he wrested the letter out of her trembling hands and opened it to read it for himself.

    Dearest AnnaLise. He forced his voice into a higher, creaky register, imitating the voice of an old woman. As you know, it is summer again, and the hot weather has me feeling poorly. I do wish you would come and see me. We could sit together on the porch and sip lemonade. Richard made a disgusted sound and slapped the letter on the desk in front of his wife. I suppose she wants you up there to introduce you to some eligible bachelors.

    Annie kept her gaze down. No, Richard. Her voice was quiet and non-confrontational. She just wants my company is all. I haven’t seen her in almost two years.

    He twined his fingers into her mass of relaxed curls and yanked her head so that she faced him. Ignoring the tears that sprang to her eyes, he squeezed tighter. The best thing about his wife wasn’t her looks, her body or her money. No, her best feature was how easily he could bring her to tears.

    No one asked you to think about anything, you conniving little bitch. I know your Grandmother doesn’t like me. How do I know she doesn’t have someone up there for you to meet?

    Annie licked her lips. Richard, she gasped his name and swallowed before she spoke again, Grandmother believes in our marriage. She would never do anything to destroy it.

    Bullshit. The old broad hadn’t even come to the wedding. If she believed in their marriage, then why hadn’t she released the millions she was sitting on to her only granddaughter? He hadn’t married her for her looks or her talent in bed; for that he sought company elsewhere. Don’t contradict me, Annie. He released her hair.. You know how much I hate that.

    Her head dropped. Yes, Richard, she whispered.

    He considered her bowed head for a moment and listened to her pathetic sniffles. Annie had never been good at hiding her emotions, which made her such an easy subject. The hurt on her face when he’d slapped her on their honeymoon had been such an arousing rush that he had taken her right then and there, tearing the fragile silk and lace she wore in his savagery.

    After, he had threatened her that if she told, he would kill her and her family, starting with that old geezer Grandmother of hers. She had nodded and ducked her head just like she was now, her fingers twisting around each other as she fought back tears. And just to prove he meant what he said, he made her give him a blow job with the shreds of her ruined wedding

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