Daring Dane
Intoxicating Passion #3
By Felicia Tatum
Publisher: Felicia Tatum
Editor: Jeanie Creech
Cover Image: Rene Folsom
This work is not to be reproduced, shared, or
copied without my permission.
This is a work of fiction. All characters, names,
and events are made up in my head.
Copyright 2014 Felicia Tatum
All rights reserved.
Dedication
This is for anyone who has been a victim of
abuse. It’s not your fault. I hope you can learn to trust again, someday.
Contents
Writing Acknowledge . 3
Chapter One-Korah Daniels . 5
Chapter Two-Dane Davidson . 10
Chapter Three-Korah . 14
Chapter Four-Dane . 19
Chapter Five-Korah . 23
Chapter Six-Dane . 27
About the Author . 31
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Chapter One-Korah Daniels
Dane
Davidson was the most infuriating man alive. Things were difficult. We had
somehow avoided each other in biology, but I knew that wouldn’t last long. No
word from him since the morning when he disappeared. No text, no calls, he
hadn’t even showed up to class so that told me something. Was he avoiding me?
Of course he was. Was I avoiding him? Of course I was.
So I did what any decent red-blooded female
would do in this situation. I got myself a date for Valentine’s Day. He was a
frat boy, not overly good-looking , but decent, and he was there, convenient,
and he would drive Dane crazy. I didn’t like him in a romantic way. I didn’t
even really want to go on the date, but I knew I had to do this. Needed to make
some sort of move to tell Dane, and myself, that it didn’t really matter that
he left after we had sex. His betrayal didn’t really hurt, didn’t run through
me like a boiling river scorching my blood. I hadn’t cried over it every night,
hugging Elle while I whimpered into my pillows. Dane Davidson hadn’t broken me
further than before, ripping my soul into pieces. I refused to allow anyone that much power
over me.
The day was young, and I was determined to
have some fun for once. Leela and Windi were out, so was just me, but I could
still have fun alone, right? I didn’t need to have somebody else to complete me
in any way, whether it be a friendship or a relationship. I turned in the
bathroom, looking in the mirror and adjusting my dress I was wearing. The plans
weren’t set in stone, but I was determined have a good time, even if it killed
me.
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The alleyway was darker than the rest of the
street, the cold seeping into my bones, leaving an unsettling discomfort. The
misty air swirled around me, dooming me to something I didn’t quite understand.
It was the middle of the day. I shouldn’t feel this depressed and uncertain
about going to the mall. I continued on, ignoring the sounds behind me, certain
I was imagining things. No one would follow me. No one had a reason to follow
me. The sound had to be rats or something in the trash. When had I decided to
come this way? Yeah, it was a shortcut, but this was really a bad idea. My
heart was pounding against my chest so fast that I was certain it would just
fly out and hit somebody down the street.
“Korah,” a voice said behind me. It was
familiar and sent a chill from the top of my spine all the way down to my toes.
My breathing quickened. Anxiety took over. My
hands shook like an earthquake, the palms sweaty. I turned, knowing he would be
there. I was terrified of seeing him again. “Christopher.”
“You been running from me,” he stated. His
eyes devoured me. His gaze stopped at my lips, my breasts, and my legs, finally
moving back up and capturing my eyes. He made me uneasy. I knew the look below
the surface of his ogling. They held the same look all the other times before
he lost it, his anger completely taking over.
I had
to get out of here, to get away, needed to get help. “You know I haven’t,” I
stuttered. I took a few steps back, hoping he wouldn’t
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