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“Let Me Love You” is a tale of love and sacrifice and a poignant story of self-discovery, celebrating the human capacity to find love in the most unlikely of circumstances.

Please enjoy the current WIP of Iris and El. This will be published freely up to a point, like in the old days, and then the entire book will be posted for full download. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. And don’t forget to check out the companion stories. (Wicked Chances, Dreams of Reality, The Convenient Wife, The Other Side of Love, She Works Hard for the Money & Ravenous)

Enjoy, Your Author, Sylvia Hubbard

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AUTHOR’S NOTES: Violet’s diaries are a dark source to help me get through what happened to Iris. If you remember the drug from Dreams of Reality, it caused a lot of pain and suffering to the women through injections. Since I’m bringing the drug back to get into either King or Lethal Heart’s story (I haven’t decided), I wanted a smoother version of it and re-introduced the drug back on the market to cause the same commotion as it did in the first book. You’d have to reread Dreams of Reality to see what was happening.

Yet I don’t think a lot of readers really understood the severity of such a drug on the black market and how desperate men would be to get their hands on something like this.

Which is why I had to use Iris and work on a story about the drug with her.

It was cruel, but I needed to make more stories.

I’m out at the camp this week to get a break from all the election tension so I can write more. Hopefully, I can push a little bit more out and stick to my three posts a week. I’ve been doing pretty good in terms of getting the story out and keeping on track, and I’m pretty proud of myself.

Now that I’ve spoken to my writing friends, who helped me get through some bad parts, I know where the story can go. I’ve even worked out how to see my notes while I write using Google Notes.

Okay, I’ll post again by Monday, so enjoy

Your Author, Sylvia Hubbard

El had been sexually ravenous from the shower, eating her down like she was his last meal. Her throat was raw from screaming in joy, but Iris was pleased.

When the water in the shower started to become cold, he rinsed it down again and allowed her to get out. El helped her don hotel shoes and a thick robe and carried her into the bedroom. Since it was a double-bedded room, they took advantage of the cleared-off bed. 

Hours later, Iris filled El in on what Damien had revealed.

“Jesus!” El exclaimed. “I had no idea the depth of his past evilness toward you, Iris, but the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. His father is evil incarnate.” He went to the pile of journals and took the next diary in the sequence to hand to her. “I did discover more in one of Violet’s diaries. I went no farther than the first few days because I felt you should read this first.”

After spending time with Damien and being saved by El, Iris felt stronger and knew she could get through reading without getting too upset.

Daddy got mad today because I got Iris to switch chores with me. He said he only wanted me to make the beds, but I hate doing laundry, grocery shopping, and putting things up. He said who else was going to help him. I want to tell Iris what Daddy makes me do because I know she’ll understand why she gets those headaches and why she blacks out. She thinks it’s the alcohol, but it’s not. I added a little more to her food, and she was none the wiser, but she did black out longer than usual. Daddy noticed, though, and told me to stick with the dosage he instructed, or Iris would end up like Momma. Poor Momma. I’m glad Daddy’s not using me. At least once he switched from injection to powder, the side effects were not as fatal.

A cold shiver ran through her veins. Her family had been drugging her… For how long, Iris wasn’t sure. “Do you think the effects of what they did to me affected my judgment, which is why I didn’t leave?”

“Did you want to leave?” El questioned.

She shrugged, “I possibly could have. I don’t know; thinking about the past would hurt my head. I’d have to stop before it felt like my eyeballs were going to burst. The past has always felt so much, and it’s physically, mentally, and emotionally painful to think about all that.”  

“Do you think Violet actually cared?” El asked when he noticed she’d put the diary down and stared at the wall, trying to process the lifetime of deceit.

“I think she was torn between being a sister and a daughter. Deep in my heart, I think she preferred to be the sister, but like me, felt obligated to be the daughter.”

“You don’t owe that man, shit, Iris.” El took the diary away from her and wiped her hands with hand sanitizer before handing her the food he’d ordered while they were talking. 

Iris didn’t realize how famished she was until she saw the plate and devoured the food. Then, while he finished eating, she got back into the diary. 

When Iris said the soup tasted funny, I almost laughed, but Daddy mean-mugged me, and I had to hold myself together. Now, I follow his instructions, and Iris never questions that when Daddy tells her to make the butternut soup, she’s poisoning herself. 

In her food? Violet would always say she hated Iris’s cooking and sometimes wouldn’t eat one bite of food Iris would set in front of her. But Iris had only assumed Violet was being mean and spiteful. 

They were dosing her through the food?! How could she have suspected something so diabolical? Why would she suspect her father was conducting experiments on her? 

“We should go to the police,” Iris announced.

“Not until we have what he was dosing you with. These could all be conjecture. If we can get a list of ingredients he used, we could have your hair analyzed to pinpoint the type of drugs he used and then even have your mother’s body analyzed as well.”

Did El always think on a large scale? Iris wondered. That plan sounded perfect. 

“Did you ever go in Dwayne’s man cave?” El inquired. 

She shook her head. “After Violet died, I was barely allowed to go in the basement to do the laundry. If Dwayne caught me near there, he’d make sure I didn’t want to know what was in that room.”

“With the marijuana plants I found growing in Dwayne’s man cave along with other drug paraphernalia, we could kill two birds with one stone if we find something in those diaries to connect your Dwayne to your father.” 

“Are you assuming I did know what was in that room?”

“No. As soon as I opened the door to the room, I knew you had no idea what was in there,” El said, blinking slowly with disgust in his eyes. “I took several scorching hot showers after being in there.”

Iris would have pressed, but she didn’t want to know from El’s look. 

“I also found some vials inside a small refrigerator inside the room. They were inside a case down in the bottom like they were supposed to be hidden. I gave them to my lawyer and other evidence to analyze.”

Suspiciously, Iris asked, “How would he know what to do with them? Why can’t we contact that detective?”

“Because that detective doesn’t like me,” El pointed out. “I couldn’t rely on him to save me if I was on fire and he was holding a glass of water. My lawyer has private, professional connections; whatever we discover can be admissible in court if necessary. I was careful about collecting. Now finish the rest of the diary,” her boss ordered, ” While I clean up our mess.”

She went through the rest of the diary, occasionally reading passages out loud to El. He was listening, but she knew straightening up was more important. 

The diary chronicled Violet’s lonely existence with Dwayne as she pined for Damien. Violet most likely never knew Damien was related. 

I don’t like the way Damien will look right past me and to Iris. What does she have that I don’t? You don’t even think she’s interesting until she opens her mouth, which she barely does. Always deep in her thoughts. I wish Damien would look at me like he does at Iris. I want anyone other than Dwayne to look at me like Damien looks at Iris. 

“I should have punched his face into the first floor,” El snarled.

Iris smirked and read some more. Violet was mostly angry that her mother had not been strong enough to survive what their father had done to her and hated Iris for being stronger.

It should have been Iris, not her.

After reading a passage about how Iris had gone to school, taken care of their father’s household, maintained Violet’s house, and tried to work full-time,” El said, “She seems jealous and proud of you. As if she wants you to fail, but she’s fascinated with watching you work.”

Internally, Iris could agree with this, but reading Violet’s unexpressed thoughts had started to make her angry. “I did fail,” she admitted. “Eventually, my father forced me to quit so I could work for him.”

The diary ended with:

Daddy said if I don’t get pregnant, we’ll lose Iris. She’ll never stay to help us get the money if I don’t have a baby. Since we can’t use the substance on her anymore, we have to find another way to make her submissive. She’ll stay because she still feels guilty over killing her baby, which she didn’t. I don’t want to have a baby. I don’t want to have nothing I can’t walk away from. 

El determined, “That proves whatever the poison they were giving you controlled your choices.”

Iris surmised and admitted out loud, “It’s probably why I kept myself hidden. It was probably the only way I could maintain my sanity.” Putting the diary back in the pile with a huge sigh. “I’ve always thought it was so wrong to be myself.”

Going into the bathroom, she washed her hands, threw some water on her face, and brushed her teeth after eating her food. Needing to change the subject, Iris said, “Taking a shower was not what I came over here for, but now that I read some of the journals, it’s been helpful. Do you think we can have them sent to Aunt Rose’s house?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’ll have someone come to pack everything up and deliver to your aunt’s home.” 

Iris leaned over the sink, closing her eyes so she wouldn’t look at the shower where  El had taken her to heaven and beyond with his mouth. Could she walk out of that bathroom and ask him for more? One would think he’d want more because he hadn’t been sated, but he had not made one attempt to reinitiate anything sexual. 

Don’t, she told herself. Just go home. “I should-“

While she wasn’t looking, El moved to the bathroom doorway and watched her. “You shouldn’t,” he interrupted her. “You have a choice. You’ve always had a choice with me. If you really don’t have to go, Iris, I’d like you to stay.”

She pulled the hotel robe tighter across her chest because she’d never been asked to choose. All her life, she’d just been told what to do, and now this man—this gorgeous, powerful man—was giving her what she had never had. “I don’t have to go, and I would like to stay,” Iris admitted.

Outstretching his hand, El waited for her to take him, and then he led her out of the bedroom, past the front room, to another door on the other side, where a whole new hotel room joined the initial one. 

Immediately entering, she knew this was where he slept. This was a room where he could relax, and Iris was honored he allowed her to go where very few had entered his life.

The low hum of an air purifier could be heard, and the room was sanitized with furniture from the hotel room they’d just been in. He’d put new furniture in there just for him. There was a certain macabre to his level of OCD, which went from the strict to the paltry, and she felt honored to be privy to this aspect about him. 

El paused at the door’s entrance, stepped out of his house shoes into the room, and then took off his robe, lying it over a chair by the door. Her eyes roamed over his body again, and she smiled. He knew her flaws and weaknesses, but he still wanted her. 

Her hands couldn’t stop touching him – from his shoulders to his manhood. The man felt so good all over.

“You love touching me,” he stated.

“I do,” she admitted, raising her eyes to his as she gripped the base of his manhood, her finger barely able to get her thumb to touch her fingers. He wasn’t hard, and knowing he could get thicker made her tremble with shortened breaths. 

A growl rumbled from his chest as she took off her robe. His eyes roved over hers as if she had given him a gift. Iris could barely keep herself together. One second, she wanted to fling herself in his arms and crawl all over him, and the next, she wanted to run from the intensity in his eyes that seemed to sear her to her bones. 

His large hands gripped her waist, and his thumbs moved over her stomach, not even flinching at the old stretch marks as Dwayne had done. El’s intense eyes looked in adoration as if he wanted to eat the flesh right off her with kisses and lots of licks. 

“When this is over with me, Iris, what will you do?”

Again, he was asking her a choice. Aside from Clem’s future, Iris had never thought much of her own. 

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