Hell Within Walking Distance
By Liza O’Connor
A Love Story
With Paranormal Events
This story takes place in 1980, when Hell’s Kitchen remained a dangerous place. As a young woman working in Manhattan, I was shocked how one block could make such a huge difference in your likelihood to survive. I traveled to NYC by train, so I had no option but to walk once I arrived at Penn Station. What I quickly learned was to stay far away from Hell’s Kitchen, for even in the early mornings it was NOT SAFE.
Cara faints on a subway and dreams that she wakes in the arms of an adoring husband. This charming, caring man soon claims her heart.
When she reawakens to her miserable life, the memory of her dream life gives her the courage to escape her tormentor. Newly discovered friends help her disappear by placing her in the household of a wealthy philanthropist who is determined to pull his beloved wife out of her coma.
When Cara realizes the philanthropist is her dream husband, she concludes she is to blame for his wife’s coma. Cara is determined to do whatever it takes to return his wife’s soul to her body, even if it kills her.
Cara stood at a crossroad. To her right, bleak tenement buildings towered over her. Graffiti-covered plywood nailed across the doors and broken out windows all screamed abandonment and heightened her sense of danger.
A few rusted car carcasses, stripped bare to their frames, remained on the sides of the street, blackened from fire. They looked as if giant dragons had attacked and eaten all but their iron bones: dragons that nested in the buildings, hiding in those gapping black windowless holes; dragons waiting for their next meal to walk down the road.
“Well?” Damon asked in a terse, annoyed tone that silently screamed once again that she wasn’t meeting expectations. “You do know how to get back to civilization, I hope.”
Cara looked to her left. This street possessed signs of life, but dangerous life. Predators lurked in the shadows. Sleeping neon signs hung from the buildings, quiet now, but later they would scream in bright blinking lights their messages: Sexy Girls…All Nude…Magical Massages.
While the signs presently slept, in the dark shadows of the doors and alleys she could see men huddled in nefarious business transactions. Cars crawled up and down the street while tired, drained women greeted them with forced smiles.
“We’re going to miss the R,” Damon complained, and without waiting for her to decide, he headed up the left road, his long legs forcing her to run to keep up.
“We’d better make the train, or I’m going to be most put out.”
She appreciated the quick, angry pace he set. When tourists, loaded with packages and money, wandered into the dens of hungry predators, missing a damn train was the least of their worries. Several of the men in the shadows watched her like wolves sighting deer as she trotted behind Damon. When they reached the end of the street, he stopped.
She stared at their choices. Nothing looked familiar. Either everything had changed since she was last here or... Fear paralyzed her. What if they were completely off course, moving away from the train station rather than toward it?
About the Author
Liza O’Connor has been writing books for most of her life. Only for the first ten years she didn’t show them to anyone. Then she joined a group called the Rom-critters and her she learned how to make her stories better.
Liza has published over 50+ books
Liza writes fiction, but all her books have a bit of her life in them. As strange as it sounds, Hell Within Walking Distance has much of her life within the story.
Liza is trying to publish a book a month, so more of her books can be published and read. Most of these books were written in her most creative years. But she is still writing new books as well. It just takes longer to write a new book, rather than to improve an already written book from her backlog.
She also writes in many genres, including: Historical and Contemporary Romance, Sci-Fi, Paranormal, Modern Western, Fantasy, Ghost stories, Humor, and more.
For a full listing, check out the back pages of one of her current year’s books.
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Cara has a horrible life. She's treated terribly and is unable to see a way to escape until she hits her head and dreams of a different life. When given the chance to escape, she ends up making her dream world--a reality.
Hell Within Walking Distance is a story about Hell's Kitchen but also about the hell within a young woman's life. She is forced to find a way to survive and in turn worries that she hurt someone else. I was cheering for Cara's happy ending. After all, who doesn't deserve love and happiness??
Ms. O'Connor's stories are compelling with characters who are flawed and realistic. Readers will want to keep reading into the night as they MUST find out how Ms. O'Connor's stories end.
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Ruth Bader Ginsburg has become an icon--someone who other's look up to and in On the Basis of Sex, viewers can get a glimpse into a snippet of her life and what makes her tick.
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Green Book is a movie sure to have you talking about it long after you walk away. I did some research because my own hometown was a sundown town and while I hadn't known it growing up, I've come to learn more about its history. Green Book has many uncomfortable moments which will have you squirming in your seat as you see first hand how racism impacted people. But it's a movie that will give you a feeling of hope that things continue to improve.
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(Surrender – Book 1 – Reverse Harem)
by Tina Donahue
Three powerful men will ensure her submission…
Surrender is the lifestyle club where professional women seek alpha males to dominate and pleasure them. A concept Bree envisioned from the moment she fled her impoverished past. However, dreams don’t come easy. To fund her wanton Malibu club, she needs partners.
Enter Lucius, Tav, and Cody, three wealthy and imposing males who know what they want and that’s Bree, stripped and submissive to their will. Bad boy Lucius has billions but what’s money when the right woman isn’t at his side to pleasure him sexually, while he uses her in the most provocative ways. Laid-back Tav isn’t so easygoing between the sheets, his dominance irresistible. Cody’s an adrenaline junkie, enjoying extreme sports in and out of bed.
Hot and kinky play is on the sexual menu, pulling Bree deeper into a shameless fantasy that can’t possibly last. Until and unless she’s willing to offer her heart.
Lucius pressed close, his thighs to hers, his hand cupping her neck. “Like this?”
He captured her mouth, their lips fitted perfectly, his bristly cheeks scraping hers, tongue plunging inside.
Gawd. She sagged against him, powerless to resist his strength, scent, and taste. Something minty but also unique, a flavor belonging to him alone.
She gripped his lapels, needing them to keep steady and to get closer. The moment she had, she ground indecently against him.
A breath couldn’t have slipped between them, her breasts crushed to his chest, not allowing her to inhale fully.
Who the hell needed air?
He deepened his kiss, taking rather than asking, using, enjoying, his roughness a thrill rather than something to worry about, and precisely the behavior she required.
Yet she still desired more.
Once she pulled the leather tie from his hair, she drove her fingers through his thick, silky locks.
A lusty grunt rose from deep within him.
She’d rarely heard a better sound.
He tempered his passion, gentling the kiss.
That was awesome too.
They enjoyed each other as she’d wanted from the moment they’d met, her feelings for him building each time he smiled at her or they shared laughter she’d tried to avoid, their friendship deepening despite her attempts to keep an emotional distance. During those empty days when she’d denied herself physical contact, she never would have believed a kiss could be so wondrous.
The world faded away, sounds retreating, leaving them clinging to each other, savoring closeness and intimacy.
Wasn’t enough. If possible, she would have crawled inside his mind, heart, and soul. Barring such nonsense, she stopped herself from coming on too strong.
He struggled for breath, the same as her, then pulled his mouth free and gulped air.
Lucky him. She couldn’t draw in enough to clear her head.
Tav slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her into him.
Whatever air she’d taken poured out and mingled with his, his mouth on hers, tongue slipping inside, his beard rasping her skin.
Her knees sagged, bumping into him, his fresh, woodsy scent surrounding them, bringing to mind a forest, reclining on fragrant grass, leaves floating down, sun winking through countless trees to bathe their naked flesh.
She wreathed her arms around his shoulders, wanting him as a shelter against doubt and everything bad.
Holding her in a firm but gentle embrace, he angled his mouth for greater penetration, his passion as deep as Lucius’s, yet also carefree. As if necking with her here was the most natural thing in the world, even though she’d kept her distance when they’d worked together. Not once sharing a meal unless they bumped into each other at lunch in the employee break room.
Those times had prepared her for now, their intimacy exciting yet comfortable and necessary.
Unable to resist, she pushed his tongue from her mouth and filled him instead.
Rather than protest, he allowed her to enjoy his clean flavor and suckled her deep.
She hadn’t expected anything less from him. Tav took life as it came, greeting whatever was in his path. For the moment, she was his sole focus and wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
He eased her closer, his strength impressive yet subdued. His effort at containing it, making him tremble.
She wanted him as unleashed as Lucius would be.
He separated her from Tav.
“Hey, I wasn’t finished.” Tav shot him a look.
Cody shrugged. “You are now.” He grasped her wrist.
Surely, he wasn’t going to kiss it. He’d never seemed the romantic type to her.
And wasn’t now.
After he’d trapped her against the wall, he held her wrists above her head and cupped her breast.
Her nipples peaked, straining against her suit jacket.
He thumbed one rigid tip, his lime fragrance and sweet breath stoking her desire.
She wrapped her leg around his and pressed against him.
His grin spoke volumes. “Bad girl.”
“I know.” He brushed his lips over hers, their softness and heat striking, his smooth cheeks a balm, his tantalizing foreplay increasing her excitement.
Whoever thought wild monkey sex was the only way to go for a good time hadn’t experienced this.
Musings from Michigan