This is a small clip from the book I have written. Feel free to read it and please give me your input. I would like to one day get it published and if anyone can help me in that area, I would gladly welcome it, thank you.

    Just then the doorbell rang, scaring her out of her siren silence.

    "Who is it?" she called out, trying to stay off her foot as Cindy had ordered.

    "It's R.J., let me in," came the voice behind the door.

    "Come on in, it's unlocked," anticipation jumped in her heart, making her blood pump like wild fire. She couldn't wait to see his face, to touch his hair and to hear sweet music come from his lips. Was she crazy or in love, she asked herself.

    He opened the door and poked his head inside. "Hi," then continued into her livingroom and sat down on the couch opposite her.

    "I'm trying to keep off my foot so I'll be able to work tomorrow," Tara explained for not getting up.

    "Oh yea, you did look silly on the floor that day," R.J. muttered with an undignified smile, slumping back against the couch, he was clearly making himself at home.

    "What? Oh," Tara stammered. Was he talking about the first time they had met? Surely he hadn't forgotten about her tripping over the tree root at the cabin. He couldn't have forgotten their romantic evening, even though it did turn into a disaster. Why didn't he remember?

    "You did look stupid laying there on the floor. I just came by to let you know I'm back and in one piece. Hope you didn't worry about me," R.J. glanced up at the bewildered blond bombshell.

Getting up, he came over to her and sank to one knee.

    "You're so sexy, angel," he growled. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her to the floor and was on top of her in one swift movement. Holding her hands above her head, he kissed her forcefully, sinking his tongue into her mouth, kissing her with such constraint that she couldn't breath.

    It happened so fast that Tara didn't have enough time to resist. Why was he hurting her? Why was he acting so strange? This was not the guy that flew off into the clouds that night! What had happened? What seemed like an eternity, she finally broke free from his torturious mouth and screamed, "Stop!"

    "But my dear Tara, you love this. You know you do. You want it, don't you? DON'T YOU?"

    "Yes, but not like this. Why are you doing this to me? Tara pleaded, conscience of the fact that she was still under his savage hardness.

    "We've both wanted this, so let's do it now," he ordered, letting go of her hands and ripping her blouse, exposing her satin creamy breasts.

    "No, R.J.! Why are you doing this? It doesn't have to be this way," Tara begged, not being able to hold back the tears. Oh God, she prayed silently, please make him stop! What kind of beast had she fallen in love with? This couldn't be the same person!

    "I want you now! I get what I want, Tara," he flared, leaning down and biting a sensitive peak. He raised his head, his eyes were of the devil. He sneared as he lowered his lips back down to hers. At that second, Tara's open hand made if half way to his face before he caught it.

    "Naughty naughty," he whispered, smelling of stale wine.

    "Please stop, I don't want this. Please get off me!" Tara reasoned, she didn't want her sister to see this. The man she loved and thought loved her, was raping her. Oh God, help me, she cried inside.

    The violent man let out a string of vulgar words and raised to his full height.

    "I will have you, angel," then he was out the door before she could say a word.

    Tara lay there and cried for what felt like years. When no more tears would fall, she got up and took a shower. She felt so dirty, used and plain out stupid. How could this happen? He had said he loved her. He had been so gentle until now. Was this the other side of him, a Dr. Jekyell and Mr. Hyde? Why did he all of a sudden change? Had she tempted him too much that she was to blame? She knew she shouldn't have trusted him with her heart.

    Why was he so mean, had she pushed him too far? Would this have happened at the cabin, she wouldn't have had any place to go nor anyone to call. He wouldn't have stopped. He would have had her that night one way or another. The important phone call that he received, saved her then. Why is this happening to me, she asked herself in the mirrow, after she had mentally tried to shower away the imprints of his lovemaking.

    Sharla was awake when she came through the bedroom and was making the bed for the second time that day.

    "Hey, how's the ankle?" She inquired, looking at her robed sister.

    "Oh Sharla!" Tara broke down and started crying all over again. They had gotten so close. She had to tell her. Tara could not keep it in. So in between sobs, she told Sharla about the whole incident.

    "Oh honey, are you alright?" the younger one grabbed her arms, but Tara jerked away. Taking off her robe, she found black and blue bruises just abover her armpits and teeth marks on her breasts.

    "Get dressed, we're going to the police station!" Sharla decided feeling remorse for the man that had hurt her sister so badly.

    "No, I still...love him," Tara stammered.

    "What? How could you? This is what they call date rape. Even if you did go along with him a little, he has no right to violate you like this," Sharla informed her. She had heard of this often in college.

    "No, I can't. I'm undercover, remember?" Tara spoke, trying to understand it all.

    "Ok, but I am calling Cindy," Sharla vowed, reaching for the reciever and asking for the number.