A Pretty Pill by Criss Copp
Mature content (New Adult): Recommended for readers 18+ due toexplicit sexual content, harsh language and adult themes.
Jade Tayte is an athlete and party girl, living on campus at university and enjoying the carefree lifestyle that comes with being a 19 year old student, living away from home. Finishing up her second year of study, she gets a call that changes her life forever.
In a freak accident while driving along the New England Highway, on their way to collect her, Jade’s parents are killed and her brother Silas is left fighting for his life.
Jade is forced to consider her future, when it becomes apparent that her Grandparents do not intend to step in and take on the challenging behaviours that Silas manifests, when it becomes clear that he will survive.
At 19, and with no script to follow, Jade must take on a parenting role for her 12 year old brother.
Benjamin Reynolds is living the high life in LA, and he’s about to renegotiate his UFC contract, when suddenly he’s called home to Australia to care for his ailing mother who has been diagnosed with Metastatic Breast Cancer.
Ben has been professionally fighting since he was 18, and it’s all he knows... so he finds himself instructing mixed-martial arts classes at his local Police Citizens Youth Club, three evenings a week; in between juggling his mother’s medications, her chemotherapy and her doctor’s appointments.
Here he is introduced to a talented hopeful, Silas Tayte, who at 17 years old has more potential than anyone else he’s ever trained. Problem is, Silas has issues... he’s bi-polar, and he struggles with controlling his illness.
Ben is determined to help Silas to become a champion in his own right, so he begins to embed himself in the talented young man’s life... which brings with it another challenge... Jade Tayte!
My pain is my pain….
All loss is my loss….
I don't begin or end. I'm a desolate husk of a fractured being that has no idea how to heal, because nobody wants to save me. Not even Silas, because he's struggling too much with the demons that desperately cling to his soul. And because I define myself within his struggle to be free of them. I am a slave to the drama; a slave to the feeling of helplessness that engulfs me every time Silas struggles to keep his feet walking one step at a time. I wanted so much to be my own person, free an unencumbered, it will never be like that again. I hate that Jade now, she's an accomplishment I'll never know, she left me behind in this chaos, I hate her, I hate me.”
“You haven’t even seen my cock... how do you know if you want it near you or not?” he laughs.
That almost has me laughing... seriously... but I can hold back the laugh and compose myself... barely. I channel my inner bitch...
“Send me a picture... I’ll put it with all the other cocks I collect!” I growl.
That nearly has him falling off the treadmill, but he regains his stride.
“You... you’re my problem!” I bite... I put more vehemence in that short sentence than I had intended... and now suddenly I’m even more pissed off. I’ve been making it obvious that I’m interested, and she’s been rude! Which has made me behave rudely!
“How am I your problem, fuckface?” she growls.
“Fuckface? Is that an invitation to fuck my face, or have me fuck yours?” I return heatedly.
“How do you make insults into seventies porn come-ons? You’re a freak show of twisted innuendo!” she reasons angrily.
“I can't help the tears as they form in my eyes, I can't help the sting in my throat as the pain transcends the confines of my heart and travels up to burn through my oesophagus; I can't prevent the gulping bubble of wrenching pain that erupts from my lungs. I can only place my hand over my mouth and 'will it' that nobody can hear me. “
She looks up at me with those beautiful green eyes, and I can see the universe hidden in their depths as our eyes lock, and she pleadingly says, "oh, Fuck me."
I feel like I'm crawling inside of her, completely and utterly. The claim she has on me is complete, I can't imagine doing this again with anyone that isn't her.
"Meal?" he asks groggily.
"My pussy waits to be devoured." I explain.
"So good, just so good Ben, I feel like I should tear your head off and eat you like a Prey mantis." Jade Puffs.
"Excuse me?" I ask confusedly.
"Female Prey mantises eat their male counterpart after hot sex." She explains.
If this moment was perfect... I wouldn’t be standing in my garage looking like I’ve just ridden through the seven gates of hell.
If moments for finally cutting the crap came around with perfect timing; we’d all be perpetually showered, have a stylist on hand to make sure we looked our best and have just realised what was about to occur so we could smell good.
This was nothing like that... it wasn’t anywhere near perfect... but it was right!
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