Mia Knight

C19, PT. 4

“It’s too bad he and Maximus couldn’t put their differences aside to do business together. They could have made history.”

“They should have set their differences aside for the sake of family, not business,” she said tartly and instantly regretted her words.

Thus far, Sullivan was nothing like the tyrant he was reputed to be, but just because he wasn’t showing that side of himself, didn’t mean there wasn’t truth to those rumors. She should be engaging in mundane, ...

C19, PT. 3

This time, she didn’t resist when Roth entered the ballroom. She wasn’t sure if it was the surplus of gold, nerves, or the fact that she was treading on what felt like holy ground, but her insides began to buzz as if she had taken a shot of alcohol.

Roth headed toward a group surrounding a man in a tux with a white bow tie, who noticed Roth’s approach and grinned broadly. Those around the man turned to see who caught his eye. The older man excused himself and didn’t bother maneu...

C19, PT. 2

“Maximus was determined to bring you back into society. He knew you would thrive here. Why do you think he gave you your inheritance?” When she stiffened, his voice dropped. “This is where we belong, where we would have been a long time ago if Maximus hadn’t interfered.”

He braced his arm on the wall above her head, giving them even more privacy as his lips trailed along her hairline. There was a ton of activity around them, but Roth blocked it out, giving her the time she des...

C19, PT. 1

Through an arched doorway was a crowd of fashionably dressed people circulating beneath a massive crystal chandelier. Servers in white tuxes moved through the crush, offering flutes of white wine and champagne. The Gilded Age mansion was true to its name with tons of gold detailing, intricate carvings, yellow marble, and lions flanking the grand staircase. If it wasn’t for the modern dresses, she could be convinced they had stepped into a time capsule.

A twinkling Christmas tree that ...

Reversed Clips

Sorry about that! I must have been delirious when I scheduled these posts, but this is how C18, PT. 3 & 4 should have been. Thank you for letting me know in the chat!

When she tried to sidle away, he pinned her against the wall and forced her arm into the sleeve.

“Roth, listen to me!” she shouted.

“I am listening.”

“Then hear me,” she pleaded as he did up the buttons of her coat, too hysterical to notice that he paused to f...

C18, PT. 4

He shook his head, easily reading her intention to flee.

“You aren’t getting out of this.”

“I’m trying to save you from being humiliated!”

“I won’t be.”

“So you don’t care if I am?” Her nerves stretched to the breaking point. “I grew up in this world. I know how these people think. This won’t go over well. Daiyu should have known better. This isn’t how you want to be introduced to high society, trust me.”

When he considered her tho...

C18, PT. 3

“You got this for me?”

There was an odd note in his voice that made her want to open the door and throw herself into traffic.

“For Christmas.” She fiddled with her wedding ring, wriggling it to the edge of her finger and tipping it back and forth before swirling it back down. “I thought it would make your commute a little more peaceful.” She felt sick with shame. “I should have asked if you already had one or wanted something else…” She gestured to the front seat...

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C18, PT. 2

To convince herself that it wasn’t that bad, she turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder as she raised her arms. The material shifted, revealing a flash of color that sent a bolt of terror through her. She backed up to the vanity to get a better look and stared at her tattoo—a vine of flowers that flowed from her hip to ribs. She insisted on the placement so one day she could thumb her nose at society. She intended to display her tattoos with pride, but the defiance she...

C18, PT. 1

She didn’t recognize the woman in the mirror, but that wasn’t surprising considering the hours that went into creating the best version of herself. Sarai hadn’t missed a thing. She spent most of her day at the spa and salon in their building where she got a facial, wax, manicure, pedicure, hair, and makeup done.

When she returned to the penthouse, she found a small crowd waiting for her. Each group was there to offer an accessory—shoes, clutches, and jewelry that had been pre-se...

C17, PT. 4

He crowded her, forcing her to crane her neck back to hold his burning gaze. The familiar scent of his cologne comforted her, even as she stared in eyes that held no trace of warmth or affection. He was back to being the untouchable tycoon. No compassion, distant, fortified.

“Are you breaking our deal?”

His indifferent tone made it sound like he didn’t care one way or the other. For the millionth time, she wondered how everything had gone so wrong and what she’d done to tu...

Please don’t share BC on social media

Hi guys,

This should go without saying but please don’t share quotes or passages of Bitter Confessions on social media. The manuscript isn’t finalized and is a benefit for patrons, not the general public.

After release, feel free to share your favorite quotes or thoughts but posting snippets of it at this time and wanting to discuss it should be kept on Patreon with the other members.

If anyone has any questions or concerns, feel free to message me.

Thank you, ...

C17, PT. 3

It hurt to look at him or be in the same room as him, so she kept busy. She started visiting the pool with the same regularity that he hit the gym. Her hair was still wet from this morning’s swim.

The only reason she was here instead of running around the city was because with Christmas being four days away, everything had been postponed until the new year. No one invited her to gatherings, assuming she would be spending the holiday with her husband. The husband who was currently eyei...

C17, PT. 2

She untangled the dainty E pendant and put it on, along with a diamond anklet, gold bangles, and a panther cocktail ring encrusted in diamonds. She surveyed herself in the mirror, decked out in her mother’s jewelry and her own. Although the jewelry winked and sparkled, it didn’t inspire a smile. That was beyond her. Her exhaustion was apparent in her pale, drawn features and lackluster eyes. Was she destined to share her mother’s lonely fate? Constantly searching for love, but never fin...

C 17, PT. 1

Jasmine propped herself against the doorjamb as the morning sun filtered into her new office. She initially chose the smallest room in the penthouse—what she later learned was the maid’s quarters. Since this was a temporary working space, there was no sense in decorating one of the main rooms. She couldn’t explain that to Sarai, who was appalled and went over her head to get Roth’s approval to claim the second-largest room in the penthouse for her office.

During the interview wi...

C16, PT. 5

Roth stepped into the penthouse just after one in the morning. She was so tired, she thought she was hallucinating, but his curt, “You should be asleep,” made her jerk to attention.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, relief overpowering worry.

“Of course.”

“You never called me back,” she said as she sat up and set her laptop aside.

“It took longer than expected.”

“What did?”

“Business.”

He slipped his hands into his pockets a...

C16, PT. 4

Snowflakes rained down as she exited the vehicle. She hustled into 432 Park Avenue. Johan rode up in the elevator with her. She said a quiet, “Thank you,” as she entered the penthouse. Before the doors closed, she whipped out her cell phone and dialed Roth.

The phone rang once, twice, three times. On the last ring before it went to voicemail, he answered.

“Yes?”

His voice was clipped and irritated. Her fingers tightened on the phone.

“Hey, I wanted to tell yo...

C16, PT. 3

“You shouldn’t let Ariana stop you from coming to Christmas,” Lyle said, drawing her wandering attention back to the original, shitty topic.

“I thought things would be different now that Dad’s gone, but it’s the same. History keeps repeating itself over and over.” She sniffled and accepted the tissue he offered. “You don’t agree with Ariana that he would harm the kids, and you’re now doing business with him… That means you trust him to some extent.”

His eye...

C16, PT. 2

“I can’t believe Roth hasn’t tried to interfere.”

If Lyle and Colette were getting calls about her activities, there was no way he didn’t know. Aside from the observation reports, he couldn’t miss the printouts scattered over the kitchen island. If he’d asked a single question about her suddenly hectic schedule or the financial reports she was pouring over, it would have given her the opportunity to discuss her investments, but he hadn’t.

“He’s preoccupied with...

Preparing for book release!

Hey all!

Updates: 

>Bitter Confessions is officially with the editor. (Manuscript return date (at the latest) is Sept 4).

>I set the release date for the public on Sept. 30. (I have yet to announce the release. I have to write newsletters, get all the links together, and do work on the website which is what I'll be doing in the background.)

>The raw draft will still continue to post through August. All active patrons will be receivi...

C16, PT. 1

She walked into Apex Asset Management, an investment company that handled over one trillion dollars in assets. Lyle had been working here ever since she’d known him and had quickly risen through the ranks. The office was a glorified man cave. Dim lighting, dark browns and black. As she made her way toward the receptionist, she was surprised when the woman waved at her as if she were a regular. Assuming the woman must have her mixed up with someone else, she paused to ask about Lyle’s avai...

C15, PT. 5

“I’m sorry, Minnie.”

She wasn’t interested in Ariana’s apology for not giving Roth a chance. She locked her emotions down and returned to the former topic. “How are you going to handle this?”

“I’ll call my counselor and schedule an appointment.”

“And if that doesn’t work?”

“It will.”

Ariana reached into her purse and pulled out an unmarked pill bottle. Even as a myriad of emotions raced over her face, she resolutely put the bottle in...

Pre-order & Book Blurb!

Just scheduled the pre-order for September 30! I'm supposed to to get the manuscript back the last week of August so to give myself extra time (and my editor, just in case), I'm scheduling the pre-order for end of September! I figure the book will come out mid-September (earlier, if possible)!

I still have to tweak this, but this is my working book blurb:

James Roth is ruthless, manipulative, deceitful, and a potential sociopath. He may also ...