A Taste Of Pain

By G.B. Miller

Nikia, a demonic spirit escapee from Purgatory now residing above ground, is being blackmailed by Kevin to turn Keisha, the girl of his obsession, into the hottest toy of any male or female's wanton desires, so that he can ride to her rescue and make her beholden to him. A distress call sent out by Nikia's eldest prompts two archangels, Michael and Raphael, to answer the call. But can they arrive in time to save Nikia and Keisha from Kevin's lustful machinations? More importantly though, can a supreme demonic hellion from the bowels of Purgatory really turn her life around and do the right thing?

• Language: English
• Publisher: G.B. Miller
• Release date: May 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310238475

G.B. Miller

While working as a payroll clerk in state government back in 2006 (and with a little encouragement from friends & co-workers) G.B. decided to take up writing so as to make better use of his free time. In 2007, in a crisis of conscience, G.B. dove head long into the shallow water of chat rooms, so as to get the basic skills needed in order to write like he knew what he was talking about.By the spring of 2008 (with a little encouragement from friends), G.B. packed his quill and parchment and moved over to the blog world, where he promptly created his first mainstream blog called Cedar's Mountain. In late 2013, he created a new and improved mainstream blog entitled Father Nature's Corner, and promptly turned his first one into a living archive.Sadly, this new blog lasted until early 2017 and this too has been turned into an archival blog. He can now be found on his new Blogger blog, I Have Stories! a stream-of-conscience blog with his writing adventures as the theme that ties all the posts together.In the past 16 years, blogging has been extremely good to G.B., as he honed his writing skills to the point where he has had a modicum of success with his writing: two published short stories, two self-pubbed novellas, six self-published e-books (including two short story anthologies), his commercial debut novel, and a reissue of his commercial debutWhen he's not creating written mayhem in the cyber world and real world, G.B. now spends his free time chillin', styling and profiling in retirement....and walking around his tiny little town exploring the wonder of Father and Mother Nature.

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A Taste of Pain

G. B. Miller

Copyright 2015 G. B. Miller

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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever including Internet usage, without written permission of the author.

Dedication

To those cherished family members who left this world way too soon and made my life a bit sadder in the process:

Marie DeAngelis, Jr., Perry John DeAngelis and Michael Langdo

Table of Contents

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Acknowledgements

Contact Information

Excerpt from The Inner Sibling

I

With nothing but time on his hands, Kevin pokes his head out from his cubicle to see what kind of eye candy is floating around for the day. After glancing to his left and seeing only fresh male meat, he turns to his right and sees her.

Keisha.

Always tastefully dressed in the latest fashions, Kevin’s obsession turns into something almost indescribable on dress down Friday.

The form fitting jeans accentuated her ass with just enough oomph so that he always wanted to reach out and touch it whenever she would walk by. The soft sweater tastefully emphasized what was hidden and the minimal bling, coupled with the natural makeup, created such a soft and exquisite face that everyone who came into contact with her struck out without even coming to bat.

As a whole her body and complexion put her on the same level as any Caribbean model.

For the first time in months, Keisha returns his gaze with a head gesture that both steeled his resolve and captured his heart.

Holy cow! She acknowledged me! Kevin thought excitedly, since even though they were long time co-workers, the most she ever gave him was an exchange of morning and afternoon pleasantries.

Kevin quickly wheels back into his cube to prepare for the highlight to his day. Several seconds later, a quiet knock on his cubicle wall, coupled with the light scent of jasmine, makes that a concrete reality.

Stepping in, she says, Kevin, I have a question about a contractual issue that I would like to ask you. Do you mind?

Not at all.

She steps closer and her fresh scent, the not-quite-so wholesome look, her soft curves and beaming sensuality drove Kevin mad with desire. With considerable restraint, he answers her question.

Keisha flashes a warm smile and says, You’re absolutely right. Why didn’t I think of that? You’re the best.

Touching his shoulder for a moment, she quickly steps out of his cubicle and walks back to hers.

Kevin quickly wheels out of his cube and watches her walk down the aisle until she steps back into hers. Whistling softly, he wheels back inside and spends the next hour getting ready to implement the plan that promises to make Keisha his forever.

II

Fun is.

What is?

Startled, Keisha slides out of her chair and lands hard on the carpet. Kevin helps her up and waits for her to get situated before speaking.

Sorry ‘bout that. I really thought that you heard my knock, so when you turned around, I took that as an invite to speak.

Exhaling, Keisha says, That’s okay. I was just taking a mental break. It’s been so crazy today that I haven’t been able to string enough minutes together to do anything beyond a bathroom break.

Gotcha. Anyways, I just came by to drop off my short story.

What short story?

Don’t tell me that you already forgot about my e-mail?

What e-mail?

I sent you an e-mail a couple of hours ago asking if you could do me the small favor of proofing my short story and you said yes, he said with feigned irritability.

I did? Let me take a look at my e-mail.

Keisha goes to her e-mail, clicks on a few folders and sure enough, finds the e-mail and her reply to it.

Shit! she silently mouths.

Kevin smiles for a moment, then turns serious and asks, Problem?

No…no problem. Leave it here. I’ll see what I can do with it tonight, but I’m not making any promises.

Whatever you can do will be greatly appreciated, says Kevin as he makes a big show of placing the story on her desk, before kissing her cheek and walking away.

Keisha waits until she could no longer hear his whistling, then quickly wipes away his spit before taking out a Do Not Disturb sign and hanging it outside her cubicle. Sitting down, she rubs her eyes for several seconds and says, What the hell was I thinking? I really need to start paying closer attention to where my e-mails come from.

She picks up his story with two fingers and carefully places it inside her backpack, which she then shoves under the spare chair. Quickly refocusing on her job, she thinks nothing more of Kevin or his story for the rest of the day.

By the time she looks up from her computer, Keisha was more than ready to call it a day. Tired, exhausted and numb from the neck up, all she wants to do is to crawl into bed and spend the rest of the night watching bad women in peril movies. Problem was that in order to crawl into bed, she needed to be home, and home was way out in the sticks.

Checking the time on her cell, she sees to her dismay that she has exactly fifteen minutes to avoid being hogtied in rush hour traffic.

Damn! There ain’t no way I’m going to get all my shit together and on the highway in fifteen minutes. I might as well spend dinner in the city and take my chances afterwards.

She spends those fifteen minutes closing down her work area and gathering up her belongings. Yelling her goodbyes to a few stragglers, she runs to the elevator and waits for its arrival.

Three minutes later, the slowest elevator in the building arrives and true to form, the local meanders down to the lobby and spits out its cargo. Keisha takes a few seconds to straighten out her clothes before casually walking out of the building.

While she was walking to her car, a small voice began to gnaw at her conscience. She couldn’t quite make out what it was trying to say, but the more she tried to