Blyssful Lies: The Blyss Trilogy, #2

By JC CLIFF

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The Blyss Trilogy is part of a carefully orchestrated, organized game, and is driven by much bigger and darker forces. A very Complex and original plot! Two sexy, ruthless men...one innocent female caught in the middle. Sexual tension, danger and intrigue will keep you on your toes! 

The Blyss Trilogy: books must be read in order 

Blyss: book 1 

Blyssful Lies: book 2 

Blyssfully Undone: book 3 

Learning how to survive in her new world, Julianna has no choice but to play “The game of Life.” Except it's Nick's game, and his rules apply. Captivity, drugs, and submission are the cards that are dealt, and it's a losing game. 

Biding her time as she waits for her rescuers, it's far from smooth sailing, because all too quickly the rules abruptly change as Nick takes matters into his own hands...

As the drama unfolds, and hesitating to interfere, Travis has everything to lose should he decide to step in, including his life.
 It's opposition at its finest – freedom versus control as Nick and Julianna face the ultimate battle of wills.

While Travis has the uncanny ability to manipulate her with a single touch, Nick struggles to conquer her body, mind, and soul.

It's every man for themselves as each have their own secret agenda, including Julianna, whose plan is simple: survive.

The Blyss Trilogy: An Adult Dark Romantic Suspense.

This contemporary erotic captive romance book is full of suspense, action, and adventure. This is a dark, erotic thriller that will have you hanging on to the edges of your e-reader as you wonder which alpha male you want to fall in love with. Will you be team Travis or team Nick?

Warning: 

**Mature Audiences Only** This book is intended for adults of mature audiences only (18+).

• Language: English
• Publisher: JC CLIFF
• Release date: Dec 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781505753646

JC CLIFF

Do you ever get tired of the same ole storylines? Not that there is anything wrong with them, I love them too. But you know what I'm talking about when I ask this. It seems to be the same old themes lately:  ~ Girl in love with brothers best friend, stepbrother romance, billionaire playboy who meets girl who makes him a one woman man?  The one thing JC works most hard at is steering clear of the typical romance templates. JC Cliff likes her stories to be unique, one of a kind, and never read before type storylines. You know.....a refreshing change when it comes to a sexy, hot alpha male romance.  JC Cliff has studied hard to bring the readers page turning novels from the moment they pick up the book until the second they finish. From beginning, to the middle, to the end she likes to bring mystery, intrigue, scorching romance, and elements of suspense to her stories. JC Cliff is an independent author who loves to bring the element of surprise to her readers while creating unique twists and turns of thrill and suspense.  She's a die hard 80's rock'n roll fan, and loves a good concert! JC wears many hats. They include being a wife of 24 years, 4 children, a small business owner, writer, reader, and what ever else is required of her. She loves taboo stories with twists and turns, and full of suspense.  She likes to spend her time with her family and friends. Her pastimes include: offshore fishing, learning anything new, sewing, spending time at the beach, or the mountains. Sign up for my newsletter - where I will be giving away FREE books, gift cards, and you MIGHT just get to have the opportunity to read my 4th book before the rest of the world if you join my team! Sign up here: http://eepurl.com/bgktn9

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The Blyss Trilogy

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Books must be read in order

BOOK 1: BLYSS

BOOK 2: BLYSSFUL LIES

BOOK 3: BLYSSFULLY UNDONE

Learning how to survive in her new world, Julianna has no choice but to play The game of Life. Except it's Nick's game, and his rules apply. Captivity, drugs, and submission are the cards that are dealt, and it's a losing game.

Biding her time as she waits for her rescuers, it's far from smooth sailing, because all too quickly the rules abruptly change as Nick takes matters into his own hands...

As the drama unfolds, and hesitating to interfere, Travis has everything to lose should he decide to step in, including his life.

It's opposition at its finest – freedom versus control as Nick and Julianna face the ultimate battle of wills.

While Travis has the uncanny ability to manipulate her with a single touch, Nick struggles to conquer her body, mind, and soul.

It's every man for themselves as each have their own secret agenda, including Julianna, whose plan is simple: survive.

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~Nick~

I’ve been irritable all week, wrought with tension and pent up energy, waiting for this particular engagement to finally get here. Now, since the waiting is over, I’m contending with the anticipation of finally making her mine. I have been dying to touch her again, run my fingers through her hair, wrap her in my arms and feel her sweet body pressed against mine. She is my dream come true, and the years of diligently planning, preparing, and executing, just to get to this point in time, have me in a euphoric state of mind. It’s been a hell of a long road, and I haven’t slept much since the day my men brought her into the facility.

From the very moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she would be my undoing. The first time I met her was at her father’s estate years ago. Her father and I had spoken several times on the phone, regarding a business venture I wanted him to invest in. After several conversations, he finally asked me to meet him at his estate in person. It wasn’t too long after that, I found myself driving out to his mansion with contracts and paperwork in hand, ready to finalize the deal.

When I knocked on Mr. Oakley’s front door, I was greeted by what I thought to be an angel dressed in pink. She introduced herself as Julianna, and she knew exactly who I was. Apparently, her father had been running late, told her he was expecting me, and left her with a set of instructions to see me inside. Her bright blue eyes were mystical, full of life and curiosity as she invited me into their home. Julianna all but danced and chatted with animation, escorting me to their sunroom, where I was to wait for her father.

After showing me into the sunroom, she turned to leave, and I didn’t want her to. I found the words slipping from my mouth before I could stop them, asking her to stay and keep me company. Being the ever-sweet hostess with her guest, she happily complied, and I’ll always remember our warm and friendly conversation with infinite detail and fondness.

With each minute spent in conversation, I had become so mesmerized and drawn to her charm. I knew she was going to be highly desirable once she reached the legal age. She had an allurement about her I couldn’t describe; all I knew was her persona held uncountable qualities, including a strong vitality for life. Everything about her was addicting.

She was in her mid-teens, brilliant, and unusually attractive for someone her age. I was astounded at how mature she came across, she was beyond her years in her ability to hold a conversation at length. We talked and laughed about nothing in particular, passing the time together until her father showed.

When her father finally arrived, she got up to depart from the sunroom, leaving her father and me in private to discuss business, and I immediately felt bereft of her company. I could’ve spent the entire day with her and still felt the loss the very moment we separated. She didn’t know it at the time, but she had pulled me into her enchanted spell the second she opened the door to her house. I swear it was love at first sight. I’ve had hundreds of women before and after her, and none of them have ever been able to compare to her sweet innocence and beauty, both inside and out. I knew then I had to have her for my very own, and I’d do whatever it took to make it happen.

By the end of the first week, I was already counting down the years, months, and days in my head as to how long I’d have to wait for her. I decided while biding my time I would put her under my own personal surveillance team. Within a month of first meeting her, I went ahead and put systems in place, having every one of her moves monitored. I kept close tabs on her every day, and nothing she did could get by me.

Every morning, I would receive daily updates of her; it was the highlight of my day. For every year that went by, I became more and more desperate to have her for my very own. It was like chasing a carrot on a string as she teased me from afar with her growing maturity, grace, and beauty. I didn’t think it was possible for her to get any more gorgeous and alluring than she already had, but she did.

The closest I had ever come to touching her was last Christmas. Her father had hosted a corporate party attended by over one hundred guests. She was too enamored with Adam to pay any notice or attention to the guests that evening. Seeing her and Adam together—up close and personal, and not through a computer screen—only drove me more insane with jealousy. When I found out her dating phase with Adam turned serious, it was all I could do to not rip the boy’s head off.

I knew at that point nothing in this world would stop me from making her mine. Having a shit load of money just made it so much easier to keep tabs on her and allowed me to acquire her through any means possible to see this through.

I had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to unfold with the patience of a saint, biding my time until I could finally claim her. She would eventually come to realize how perfect we were for each other, and I knew she would come to desire me just as much as I did her once I got her sequestered. She would want for nothing, and there is no one on this earth who could love her more than I do.

I’m pulled from my reminiscent thoughts when my phone buzzes in the left breast pocket of my suit. I must have been in deep thought, because the vibrations startle me. I pull the phone out of my pocket and check the text message. Apparently, the hairdresser just now finished with Julianna’s hair, calling it some sort of up-do, and she’s finally ready and waiting for me to escort her to the dinner party upstairs.

Glancing down, I check the time on my Constantin watch. Only ten more minutes to go and I will be able to stake my final claim on her. I feel like a kid on prom night, and I can’t seem to wait another minute. Both Travis and I agreed to keep her confined for the past week as we waited for my princess to acquire a new attitude. She was finally under my thumb, and it was the only thing giving me any semblance of peace over these past couple weeks.

Every time I’d sit down to watch her on the monitors, I would pass some of my time entertaining myself by running amusing scenarios through my mind, which consisted of me taking her in every conceivable way possible. I’ve been vacillating, wanting to claim her immediately, versus whipping her ass raw from the stunt she pulled with her birthday cake; I may just do both.

Too bad she screwed up her birthday party. I had some nice surprises lined up for her. The morning of her birthday, I had placed a wrapped present on her kitchen table, a little surprise for her to wake up to. Knowing eighties music was one of her vices, I wanted to surprise her with a new iPod Touch. I had it filled to the max with all of her favorite music, but she ruined that too. I hope by now she’s learned her lesson.

I’ve had some time to cool off over the birthday debacle, but it doesn’t seem as if Travis has. He took her poor behavior personally, because he’s never failed in his trainings, and she pissed him off something bad. I don’t ever remember him losing his shit before, not to this extent anyway. Thinking about how she was able to get under Travis’ skin and slink past his stone facade has me chuckling out loud to myself.

She should be dying to go anywhere right about now, after being in solitary confinement for the past week. She hasn’t seen daylight in weeks, and I’m sure she’d be happy to get out, even if it’s spending time with me.

I’m fairly certain she’s beginning to acquire feelings for me. The way she responded to me on her birthday, I could see her fighting her inner desires at certain moments. I’m not sure what elicited her to destroy her birthday cake, but I can only surmise it had something to do with Travis. Something set her off, and it was crystal clear she seemed truly put off by his presence.

I was so pissed off at Travis for getting overly intimate with her, and the day I confronted him about it, he almost didn’t walk away. Seeing my buddy’s dick in Julianna’s mouth set me off like a freighter full of lit fireworks. Even though Julianna didn’t know any better, he did. Once I calmed down, however, I was able to reason with myself. I decided her little rendezvous wasn’t totally her fault. Blyss is some powerful shit, and it would only stand to reason she would desire to obtain something more sexual than what she had received. But I still plan on teaching her a valuable lesson, one she won’t soon forget. She is to touch no one from now on, not unless I give the green light, which would be never, since I’m a very jealous man.

After seeing their little interlude, I couldn’t sit on the sidelines anymore, not without hurting someone. I found myself scrutinizing and analyzing every single one of their touches, kisses, and glances. I fucking cringed each and every time I had to watch them interact, so I went ahead and put an end to their little escapade.

Waving my hand over the sensor of Julianna’s door, it automatically clicks open. I take a deep breath before entering her room, praying there will be no catastrophes tonight. With Travis out of town, there should be no interruptions or him feeling the need to intervene in my personal life.

From now on, if she steps out of line, I will be the one to set her straight. It’s been two weeks since her capture, and surely the Blyss has got to be pumping through her blood stream by now like a well-oiled machine. I know I’m a bit overbearing at times, but dammit, it’s warranted, since it seems I’ve waited a lifetime to acquire her.

I step inside her room and a thrill skates down my spine as her lithe form kneels on the tiled floor before me. The very sight of her immediate submission has my next breath getting lodged in my throat, and my eyes gleam with pride, my ego stroked.

To lay eyes on her in person is a thousand times better than viewing her through a camera lens; just her very presence makes me feel alive. Her blonde hair is pulled up, held by a stylish clip, with a few curled tendrils purposefully escaping her up-do. When she bows her head, the curls slope forward, spilling over the length of her neck.

I saunter in casually, allowing my eyes to devour her every curve from this height. Her cocktail dress is a light shade of red, with jeweled beads scattered in a complementary design across her bodice. Her dress barely holds in her billowing, creamy white breasts, and from this angle, I can see where her cleavage meets her breastbone. I watch in fascination as her breasts rise and fall in quick succession. She’s nervous, and it’s sexy as hell.

I reach down, place both my forefingers under her chin, and tilt her head back to make her look at me, but she eludes me by fluttering her eyes closed. She has me enthralled by her angelic features, long eyelashes, and heart-shaped lips. She screams sexy, elegant, and graceful, and she’s such a natural seductress, but doesn’t even know it. I’m pleased the make-up artist went au naturel with her colors, just enough to highlight her already prominent features. It’s going to take every bit of self-control I have in order to wait ’til after this party is over to take what I want.

I can feel blood rushing to my cock as I think about those sweet lips wrapping their warmth around my length. You may open your eyes, Princess. My deep voice cuts through the silence. When her eyes slowly open, she finds my lips stretched into a broad smile. You are breathtaking. Did you know that? To her credit, she stays quiet and doesn’t reply. However, I’ve not had the pleasure of hearing her lyrical voice as much as I’d like over the past two weeks. I want her to smile, laugh, and relax with me the way she did with Travis.

Letting go of her chin, I reach down gently and clasp her elbows, helping her up off the hard floor. Come, we don’t want you ruining your lovely dress. As she slowly stands to her full height, revealing her entire figure to me, I swallow hard in awe. Her dress hugs her every sumptuous curve and stops mid-thigh, revealing long, sleek, sexy legs. Unashamedly, I run my gaze down the length of her body and back up again to meet her brightly lit blue eyes, noticing she’s wearing the dangling diamond earrings I bought for her. I’m enamored by her presence. You’re absolutely, breathtakingly exquisite, my love.

I can barely whisper out the words. Standing this close to her, my nostrils flare in excitement. I inhale the smell of her perfume, holding my breath so I can savor it, and commit it to memory. The fragrance is light, yet sensual. I take a step inward, closing the distance between us. She’s like a fine porcelain doll, and I find my fingertips lightly grazing the column of her exposed neck. Underneath the texture of her silky skin, I can feel the speed of her pulse as it beats rapidly beneath my fingertips.

There’s no need to be nervous. I want you to relax and open up to me so I can get to know you on a deeper level. I bend my knees, tilting my head to the side, catching her eyes. I want you to enjoy this evening with me. I want you to feel comfortable enough around me to be yourself and talk to me without me having to prompt you. She licks her lips nervously, and I know she has something to say, so I remain quiet, allowing her time to gather some bravery to speak.

When she finally expresses her thoughts, her voice comes out low and shaky. I’m...I’m sorry for ruining your birthday cake. I watch as her eyes well with unshed tears; they glisten from the light above, creating such a stark cerulean blue it takes my breath away. Her remorsefulness squeezes at the arteries of my heart; I hate seeing her this way.

Oh, hell, Julianna, I say with sympathy, come here. I don’t know why, but her apology was the last thing I expected. I didn’t wait all this time to be with her, only for her to feel guilty and wind up putting a damper on our evening. I wrap her tightly in my arms, reassuring her with soft words. All is forgiven, love. Please don’t cry. I want us to have a nice evening together. I hear her breath hitch, and my gut tightens. I pull back and gently guide her chin up so I can meet her soft eyes. I want to see you laugh, not cry, understand?

Yes, Sir, she whispers.

A small smile creases the corners of my lips. As sweet as that sounds coming from your lips, I want you to call me Nick. I want you to be yourself around me. Save the ‘Sir’ for bedroom play, I tease. In the meantime, I don’t want you kneeling on floors, nor evading eye contact with me. Can you handle that?

She shrinks back in surprise, and I watch as her features mix with fear and confusion. I tilt my head, studying her reaction. Yes, she’s scared witless. She most likely thinks I’m going to take a crack at her, just like Travis did. I won’t deny I wanted to beat her ass raw on her birthday; I had planned on doing exactly that until Travis caught me heading her way. I could hear her caterwauling all the way down the hall, sounding like a dying cat in a hail storm. Travis informed me he took her most prized possession, the inscribed medallion her father gave her. He thought by taking the family heirloom away from her, it would help her see things in a new light, and judging by her current behavior, I believe he was right.

This isn’t a test, love. I rub across her worried eyebrows, smoothing out the wrinkles. We keep getting off on the wrong foot, and butting heads. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to start getting along. She still looks uncertain, so I change the subject to something I know will relax her, and hopefully help her unwind and start her talking.

I slowly turn her around, encasing her in my arms from behind, giving her delicate shoulder a quick kiss before I rest my cheek against hers and gaze at the large painting hanging on the wall before us. We both stare at this colorful piece in silence for a moment, studying it. For some reason, she has always been captivated by this piece.

I had contacted the artist personally about a year ago asking her to name her price for recreating a large-scaled replica of what Julianna had hanging in her dorm room. Exquisite piece, isn’t it, Princess?

Her arm stretches out, and I watch as her long, graceful fingertip touches the protective glass, tracing along the water’s edge. Yes, it is, she whispers. I’ve always enjoyed artwork that moves beyond the paint. I love the mixed media art as it creates such a unique diversity. She pauses in thought for a few seconds, and then continues, It’s an amazing process; when I start in one direction, I have a vision of what I want to make, and then the media suddenly shifts, transforming itself into something totally unexpected.

Totally unexpected, stunning, and unique, just like you, I huskily whisper into her ear.

Art is my life. I can’t breathe if I can’t express myself. It unlocks the stagnant doors in my mind, it gives me freedom, and it’s self-gratifying, because it’s something I created with my very own hands. She turns her head briefly, holding eye contact with me, explaining, I’d sometimes paint for hours on end, losing all track of time. I’ve even been known to skip meals.

She speaks as if she’s in a trance, in another world. She’s in her element talking about art, and her shoulders relax as she shares a part of her world with me. This is the most she’s talked to me without spitting out venom and anger. This is where I’m most happy, she taps the clear glass covering the painting with her forefinger, right here in this world, where every outside force surrounding me fades away, allowing me to capture pure peace and tranquility.

She slowly twists her upper body in my arms, meeting my stare. Thank you for having this made for me. I’ve found so much comfort in it over the past couple of weeks. Her gratitude catches me off-guard as she’s gone from destroying cakes to saying thank you in a matter of days. I will personally have to thank Travis for his procedural modalities. My eyes flick over hers as I search for an inkling of deception, but I can plainly see she’s being genuine. I run my fingers through the ends of a curled section of her hair, mesmerized.

You’re welcome, love, I breathe in a hypnotic daze. I’m afraid she already has me wrapped around her little finger. My lips turn up, giving her a heart-stopping smile. Have I already told you how simply stunning you look? Ravishing, actually. I find my eyes drifting toward the swells of her prominently displayed breasts while I play with the cascading ringlet of blonde hair.

You look handsome too, she says with a coy smile outlining her lips. I’m all caught up in rapt fascination of what I’m seeing, hearing, and touching. Her change of heart seems too good to be true, and her smile ignites a warm glow deep in my heart. Being sent away to boarding school gave me unique opportunities to study all different types of art. Her eyes shift back to the painting as she muses over it, and then I notice her smile faltering. I guess a part of me is surprised to see this painting. I didn’t expect to see the work of one of my favorite artists...here...on this wall. It makes me feel sad in a way, you know? I watch as her gaze slowly drifts from the painting toward the floor, her voice sounding defeated. Seeing this piece reminds me I won’t be finishing college, or have the opportunity to paint again.

Stepping around her, I face her slumped figure and pull her in close. Placing my finger underneath her chin, I lift her head back so she can see the sincerity in my eyes. Perhaps with time, Princess, once we iron out the rough spots, I assure her, I might allow you to study the arts to your heart’s content and finish your degree. Would you like that? An audible gasp immediately leaves her lips, and I give her a sly grin. Despite what you may think, I am not an animal. I let go of her chin and trail my hand down along the softness of her arm, reaching for her hand. Drawing her delicate fingertips to my lips, I kiss the back of her hand while my intense gaze never wavers from hers.

This...this between us could be so good, if you let it. I study her reaction as I slide my hand around to the small of her back, pulling her in against my hard body. I watch as she shifts uncomfortably in the silence. An afterthought comes to mind, and I reassure her, I do take care of what’s mine, Princess. If you ever want something—within reason—I will see that it happens. I cock my head to the side, eyeing her with candor. I wouldn’t hesitate. Please give us a chance; don’t ruin this happily ever after for us.

I watch her long, dark eyelashes blink a few times as she processes my declaration. I close my eyes, my body humming against hers as I relish the feel of her being in my arms. Inhaling a breath, I take in her sultry scent, savoring her.

Gently, I rest my hand over her left breastbone; the palm of my hand feels her heart beating a mile a minute. It’s music to my ears. Keeping my hand over her heart, my free hand searches for hers, and I place it over my heart. We both stand in front of each other, studying each other, and feeling the other’s heartbeat. You feel that, love? My heart is beating just as wildly as yours. I lean in for a tender kiss, but she hesitates, pulling back a few inches. My brow arches in confusion for a second, her reticence making me question her behavior. I know she has an innate ability to fight the Blyss, but surely not now.

Maybe her mind is still ill at ease; I’m not sure. Julianna, you’re beyond my wildest dreams, you are an exquisite young woman, and you have to know we were made for each other. I promise I can make you happy. Her pink tongue slips out to lick her glossy lips, and I can’t help it; I have to have a taste, so I press my lips to hers. When she allows my tongue to slip past her lips, granting me access, I groan.

Her tongue begins dancing with mine unabashedly, and my heart leaps in my chest. She suddenly nips at my bottom lip, and then slides her tongue over the injury, soothing me. I fucking can’t breathe; her show of desire has me on fire. I pull her body in closer by the small of her back, angling my head so our tongues can explore each other with fervor. Her nipples harden against my chest, and a small whimper escapes from her lips. The more I taste her, the more I need her like my next breath.

I have to pull back from the scorching kiss, or we won’t leave this room. Breathing heavily over her lips, I let her know, You have such an effect on me. You do things to me I’ve never felt before. All I can think of during every waking moment is how I have to have you. I rest my forehead against hers, catching my breath. My God, there is nothing I’d rather do than skip this party and make slow and passionate love to you, but it wouldn’t be right. My princess has been cooped up for days. Look at you, all dolled up. We can destroy this outfit later, yeah?

I slowly take a step back, and find myself having to adjust my cock. Her breathing is rough and ragged as well, and I let out a pained growl. As much as I would like to claim you this very instant, I won’t. First, we have a party to attend to, and I’d like to see us get along for a change, especially when we’re in the public eye. I run my thumb over her bottom lip. I do expect you to exhibit yourself with stellar behavior this evening. Then, if you’re a good girl, we can come back here for dessert. I grin at her. She hasn’t moved a muscle. What’s the matter, love? Did I kiss you speechless?

She breaks into a coy smile, looks up at me from under those long lashes of hers, and bites her bottom lip. I guess you did.

Reaching out, I gently take her by the elbow. Shall we?

Not a damn thing can stop this forward momentum now. We are on the road to true bliss. I finally have her, and nothing will stand in my way. I close my eyes for a heady moment. One taste, one year, nor one lifetime will ever be enough to quell my thirst of her. I will fucking kill anyone who stands in the way of our future.

~Jules~

I think I was doing a damn fine job of conciliating Nick, if I do say so myself. Before he first stepped into my room, I heard the familiar sound of my door beginning to open, and then I knew immediately it was him. Once the hairdresser left, she told me to be expecting him in the next ten minutes. My heart pounded in my chest as I kept hearing Travis’ voice in my head, reminding me to assume the submissive position by getting down on my knees. I didn’t even hesitate to kneel; all I could see was Travis piercing me with his emerald blocks of ice, demanding I respect them. God knows I’d do anything to avoid the pain and humiliation that comes with that stupid cross.

When I knelt down on the kitchen floor, my limbs were literally shaking with fear, because I knew Travis was away on business and wouldn’t be here to run interference on Nick. I’m not sure he would come to my rescue anyway at this point, not since I pissed him off, so I guess I’m left to my own devices, all the while treading on thin ice. I know there will be serious consequences should I misbehave.

I am all too aware of Nick’s quick temper, and I don’t want to do anything to set him off tonight. When he kept telling me to relax and be myself, I thought he was playing some sort of cruel joke on me. Ever since day one, when he told me he liked naughty girls, I’ve been waiting for him to make his move. I wouldn’t put it past him to set a trap for me to fall into.

I’m extremely wary of him; I don’t know what’s running through his criminal mind. I don’t want to give him any reason to punish me, and he’s throwing me off track by being extra sweet, which means there has to be an ulterior motive. The confusing thing is he doesn’t need to play games to get what he wants; he proved that the first day I was here.

When he started talking to me about possibly finishing my art degree, I tried to see him in a different light. Can someone like him truly care about another human being? He’s a conundrum. There’s no way he could care about me to any extent, because true love is selfless. It doesn’t take; it gives. Nick has ruthlessly stripped me of all my freedoms without apology, has drugged me, and currently holds the threat of pain and punishment over my head at the drop of a hat if I don’t capitulate.

So, of course I was taken aback and confused when he proceeded to tell me if I ever wanted something within reason, he’d give it to me. Doesn’t he realize the only thing I want right now is my freedom, and the very second the opportunity presents itself, I will not hesitate to make a break for it?

The question rolls around in my head as to why he would offer me the chance to finish my college education. If he thinks he truly loves me and intends for me to fall in love with him, he’s much more delusional than I originally thought. If he actually thinks I could fall for him, especially after all his machinations and devious scheming, then his perception of reality is skewed beyond any help a psychotherapist could provide.

Nick’s light touch on my elbow pulls me from my inner thoughts, and I have to blink my eyes a few times and force my brain to get back in the game. I’m so nervous; my legs feel wobbly, and these high heels are not helping matters. As we step out into the dimly lit hallway, I slip my arm through his without prompt, because I feel like a newborn filly, seriously unsteady on my feet. Somehow, I can’t help but think this is the calm before the storm, because nothing can go smoothly in this type of situation, and since we’re talking about Nick, it could be the storm of the century. My heart beats double-time with every step I take away from the safety of my little room.

I haven’t been told where we’re going or what we will be doing this evening. I’m still in conflict with myself, wanting to be my curious self and ask questions, but I refrain from asking anything. The less I say, the less chance there will be for me to have ‘open mouth and insert foot’ syndrome. I figured in a matter of minutes, most of my questions will be answered

Reviews for Blyssful Lies

[b.j.o. · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

The Bliss Trilogy just continues to get better and better in Book 2, Blyssful Lies. The love triangle between Nick, Julianna and Travis is in full swing, and just when you think you know who will be victorious in winning Julianna over, yet another twist and turn occurs. I've just found a new favorite, dark romance trilogy, and I can't wait to see how it all ends in the yet to be titled last book of the trilogy which is presently scheduled to be released in April!Julianna has a new plan on how to deal with her captivity, Blyss and Nick's mission for her submission. All starts off well, but it doesn't take too long for Nick's need for control to and lack of ability to reign in his dark desires to take over. It is this escalation that spurs Travis to action. He knows its a dangerous game, one which could easily lead to his death; but he can no longer deny his feelings. Moreover, he is convinced that Julianna's independence streak and spitfire nature, the very things that no doubt cause her to be so highly regarded, may also seal her doomed fate. Who will win in this battle of alpha dominant men and yet to be revealed, true motivations?This trilogy has had me glued to my Kindle. Completely addicting in its shocking, and yet highly erotic nature, JC Cliff has managed to create just the perfect mix to keep her readers mesmerized. Source: Review copy provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.

[obsessed7by7books · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

*** I received an arc in exchange for an honest review ****

This book continues on from where the last book left off. We find out more about the characters backgrounds in this book and that was good to know.

There are alot of twists and turns in this book and you will be surprised as to where the story is going.

A well written read, there are times that you may get frustrated with the characters but you find that you carry on reading to learn the outcome.