October 25, 2015

Obscured by Tara Sue Me

Date of Publication: October 12, 2015

From Tara Sue Me writing as Cat Waters:

There’s the truth you know….

At age 16, Athena Hamilton traded her body for survival when a powerful Vegas hotelier and pimp lured her into his world. Ten years of turning tricks has taught her to trust no one and feel nothing. Yet a chance meeting with a childhood crush sparks hope for something more.

The truth you believe…

There’s no way Isaiah Martin could want her. He’s a pastor. Too good. Too pure. But when she learns her days are numbered, she runs into the safety of his arms and trusts his promise of protection.

And the truth you never imagined…

The aftermath of a tragic accident and a bitter betrayal leaves her destitute and alone. The one man she shouldn’t trust offers her a chance to escape. But when good and evil collide, what do you do when the truth is Obscured?

4.5 out of 5 stars

I have read Tara’s Submissive Series and I love it but I knew this book would be completely different and it was. I also read the short story, Altered Allies written under Cat Waters and thought it was an awesome short. Cat Waters really is like reading a whole new author. Anyway….lets get to the review.

Athena grew up in a small town but at the age of 16 she ended up in Las Vegas alone. It’s been ten years and it hasn’t been easy but she is a survivor. She has been working as a prostitute for a very powerful man and he owns her. She was lost when she came to Sin City and he was older and polished, he vowed to help her but it was a trap. He turned her into one of his whores, as he likes to call her. He makes every decision in her life, down to what color is best suited for her. She hates it and wants out but how? She has tried and failed more than once but someone from her past has come into her present…

Isaiah was the last person Athena thought she would run into in Vegas. She hasn’t seen him since she was a young teenager and he was even her first kiss. She didn’t want to mix her present with her past but he was here and she didn’t trust many people because of her job but Isaiah is now a pastor and old friend. He wants to help protect her but can he really be trusted? She really wants to believe in him.

Athena doesn’t know what’s next but she wants out of this world she has been stuck in for the past ten years but who can she trust? There is Isaiah the pastor, Harris the hitchman to her pimp and her best friend, Vicki.

This story is full of twists and turns. The characters were pretty awesome. Athena is strong, fun and loves reading. The men all have different personalities but I have my favorite.

I read it in one day and I have a feeling it’s not the end of the story 🙂

Quotes:

“Oh, dear. I thought I’d taught you. There is no before. And there is no later unless I allow it. You only get now.”

“Shhh. Let me do this. You can tell me to stop at any time and I will.”

“Maybe I’m just surviving my bad decisions.”

 


Tara Sue Me wrote her first novel at the age of twelve. It would be twenty years before she picked up her pen to write the second.After completing several clean romances, she decided to try her hand at something spicier and started The Submissive. What began as a writing exercise quickly took on a life of its own. An avid reader of all types of fiction, she soon discovered she enjoyed writing a variety as well.

Tara lives in the Southeastern United States with her family, two dogs, and a cat.

Chapter One

The day I meet Isaiah Martin for the second time, I am running late. I pride myself on my punctuality, not to mention that my clients demand it, and I’m not paying attention to my surroundings.

I look at my watch again. Five minutes after. Shit. I scurry through the hotel lobby, making a beeline to the elevators. If luck happens to be on my side, I won’t have to wait, but the elevators in the largest hotel in Las Vegas are notoriously slow.

Will the stairs be quicker? I glance over my shoulder. The stairwell is located on the other side of the large open atrium. With my client’s room on the thirtieth floor, the elevator is faster, even if I have to wait. I turn back to the elevators.

And run right into a man standing in my path, overcorrect, and twist my ankle.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” he says in a soft, cultured Southern accent, reaching out a hand to steady me. “You okay?”

“Damn it!” My ankle throbs so much I’m not sure I can walk. I gingerly put my weight on the hurt ankle and curse again at the pain.

Suck it up, Athena. This is nothing. Think about what’ll happen if you don’t make it upstairs in the next few minutes.

“Ma’am?” Mr. Southern Gentleman repeats.

“I’m fine.” I tentatively move my foot side to side. “Just give me a minute.”

“Why don’t you come sit down and let me take a look at that ankle?”

“You a doctor?” Odds are Odds are he’s just your standard pervert wanting the chance to run his hand up my leg. Even if he is a doctor, I’m not about to let him put his hands on me. Not a wise thing to do, since it’s almost a certainty Mike will find out.

“No, ma’am,” he says. “But I think you may need to rest that ankle just a bit.”

“Really, I’m fine.” I put my full weight on the ankle and nearly fall over as the pain sparks up my leg. “Ow. Ow. Ow.Hell.”

He doesn’t speak again, but takes me by the arm and leads me to a bench near the elevators. His head drops down and he runs a finger along my anklebone. Pokes and prods me. “I don’t think anything’s broken, but you should probably stay off your feet for the next little bit.”

“Easy for you to say,” I snap. “You’re obviously not the one running late.”

He looks up and our eyes meet.

Warm caramel eyes. His thick, black hair is long overdue for a haircut and curls up the tiniest bit at his neck. His firm lips give way to a perfect “O” of surprise at the exact moment I recognize him.

“Athena?”

“Isaiah?”

He embraces me with a crushing hug. “Imagine seeing you here. How are you?”

My spine goes rigid, and I don’t return the hug. “I’m….I’m fine,” I stutter while my eyes dart around the lobby, trying to see if anyone’s watching me.

“I can’t believe it’s you.” He is oblivious to my discomfort. “Are you in town for long?”

I force myself to stop scanning the area and focus on Isaiah instead. A cold chill runs down my spine as I take in his handsome features. The last twelve years have treated him well. No longer is he the awkward teenage boy plagued by acne and thick glasses. He’s grown into the handsome man I always knew lay beneath the surface.

He looks at me in expectation. What did he ask?

I fiddle with the hem of my skirt. It rests just above the knee. “I live here.”

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