If there is a God, he designed Blaise Sheffield to bring me to my knees. The Bitterness of Venom, an all-new dark, enemies to lovers, hockey romance from bestselling author M.T. Morgan is now available! Blaise He was once my hero, but that was a long time ago… before I left him. I never expected him to show up in my life again. Especially as my new roommate. The boy I once loved is now a brutal hockey player with a taste for revenge and reckless abandon. I’m indebted to him, and he expects me to pay in the form of blood, tears and humiliation. But once the games begin, I find myself falling into old habits I thought were buried. Out of all the bad ideas I've had in my life, Desmond Rickman has always been my favorite. Desmond I had a heart once… until she smashed it, leaving nothing but a hollow spot in my chest. I never expected to see her again. Especially not in my turf, in my apartment, as my new roommate. She may have held my heart once upon a time, but now I hold all the cards. She’s indebted to me, and I’ll make her pay for ruining my life. Old emotions are like scars, slowly fading and never disappearing. And she’s bringing them all to the surface. If there is a God, he designed Blaise Sheffield to bring me to my knees. Start reading today! FREE in Kindle Unlimited Amazon: https://amzn.to/4aCT4AL Keep reading for a look inside The Bitterness of Venom! Where the fuck are you going, freckles? I walk behind her as she approaches an SUV, climbing in and slamming the door. The plates are out of state, so I take a picture of it before they speed off. Leaning against the side of the apartment building, I watch until the taillights go out of sight. My little freckles is smart. I figured that out by stalking her as she went to each class today. She also has a horrible customer service smile, but somehow made decent tips on a slow night at work. The same bar the guys and I always head to after a win, and sometimes a loss. Her working there should make things…interesting. The only conclusion I can come to is that she’s a sex worker. Why else would she speed off in an SUV this late at night. I ponder this thought as I stalk into her room. If she’s smart, she’d lock her door up. But since she didn’t, I’m going to snoop. I open her top drawer, and like a creep, I pull out a black leather thong. She has no business with this, so I stuff it in my pocket, trying to not think about what a perv it makes me, but at the same time I don’t really care if it does, do I? There is nothing special about the contents of the other drawers. Just clothes. I’m not sure what I expected to find something about her past life, maybe? I throw the door to her closet open. Finding an old, worn boot box. Reaching up, I grab the dusty box, laying it on the bed, before getting distracted by her vanity. It holds mountains of things, but her perfume and stupid velvet choker catch my attention. I stash the choker in my pocket with her thong. She doesn’t need either of them. I bring the small bottle of perfume to my nose, trying not to groan at her seductive smell. I slam the bottle down, hoping it breaks and no one else can ever smell her. I need to get a fucking grip. I fucking hate this girl, but I…Am I attracted to Blaise or to the thought of putting her in danger? I shake the thoughts from my mind, pushing open the lid to the box, which exposes a single Polaroid camera. It looks as if it’s never been touched. I was hoping there would be pictures but there is nothing else. Almost like she has no past at all. But we both know that’s a lie. I head back to my room, not caring if she notices things have been touched and moved, or that I took the camera. Even better is she does, she should lock my ass out. I have no business going in there. I lay down on my new bed, scrolling the newsfeed and making my way over to the sports section. The prediction for our football team is laughable. Even our basketball team isn’t the best. We are a hockey college and town, but sometimes the soccer team gives us a run for our money. I’m scrolling through Instagram when I hear the small click of her door. I pause, listening closely. I expect a shower to turn on or something, but nothing happens. I sneak out of my room and into hers. Her feet are hanging off her bed as if she’s fallen asleep where she lays. Her outfit has changed. Not the work uniform she went out in. No, this is a come-fuck-me dress and stripper heels. And with the way her legs are spread, I can see her small little thong. My dick comes alive even though I don’t fucking want it to. Knowing that she was out fucking someone else makes me irrationally jealous, and yet…. 4 Star Review by LorenaDesmond and Blaise, childhood friends with feelings for each other- from opposite sides of the tracks. Desmond comes from money and Blaise is ... well she's poor but that never seemed to put a damper in their relationship -- until it did. Somehow one day Blaise found herself fleeing away and left Desmond heartbroken. He was so hurt that he vowed that the day he ran into her again he was going to get revenge from her. Years later, they run into each other and to Blaise's surprise, she finds out that she is going to be rooming with three guys and hold and behold -- Desmond is one of them. It doesn't take long for Desmond to give Blaise the little chat that she is to do whatever he pleases if she wants to keep her scholarship and the arrangements starts NOW! But Blaise also has a secret that no one must know about, she is working on the side for a man who she has a debt with and when she disobeys, her debt keeps increasing and she doesn't know how to get rid of him or this debt. How can she find a way to get rid of it? She also has to get away from Desmond before her heart gets broken or she doesn't know what will her life will become. Desmond, on the other hand, thought he was hurting her by using her and degrading and humiliating her, but if anything, he's finding out that he's just finding himself falling more in love with her every single day. What will end up happening with these two and her dilemma? I was engrossed in this story and I loved Desmond and how domineering he was with Blaise. Blaise was soft when she needed to be but was a tough cookie when you pushed her buttons. A quick read that will have you hooked for a few hours of your time!
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