She once was important. Now she’s considered dangerous.
In a new America where almost no one can be trusted, Caroline lies unconscious in a government hospital as others decide her fate. She is a political dissident, wanted for questioning by a brutal regime that has come to power in a shockingly easy way. As she recovers from her injuries, all she has are her memories. And once she wakes up, they may not matter anymore.
Dissident is a blend of romantic suspense, contemporary romance, political thriller, and speculative fiction. Told mostly in flashback, it details the budding romantic relationship between our heroine, Caroline, and Jack, the silver fox playboy who tries to win her heart.
Part One of a Six Part Series. Each part is a full length novel between 60,000-120,000 words and ends in a cliffhanger. For readers 18+. This saga contains adult situations, including non-gratuitous violence, explicit (consensual) sex, psychological and physical trauma, and an oftentimes dark and gritty plot (particularly in part two).
First time they sleep together
Jack cradled her head in his hands and kissed her hard, his tongue expertly finding hers. He turned her around until she was up against the wall and kissed her until she could barely take it anymore. She was frantically grabbing at his shirt, his tie, his suspenders. Pawing at his back and neck, anything she could hold on to in order to bring him closer to her. He spread her legs apart with his knee and leaned into her, taking his cue. She grabbed his ass and pushed herself into him until he unexpectedly pulled back.
“I’m sorry,” he said breathlessly. “I promised you that I’d ask before I kissed you again.”
Caroline was having a hard time concentrating. “I – what?”
“I said I’d-”
“I heard you.” Her mind came back into focus. “We kissed right before we left for the fundraiser. Don’t you remember?”
“I do. And you were the one who kissed me. Remember?”
“Now you’re concerned about propriety? After everything you just did to me?”
Jack eyed her up and down. “Yes.”
Caroline grabbed his tie. “Oh, shut up and put your tongue back in my mouth.”
Jack kissed her again as she began to loosen his tie. She was groping at his shirt; her hands were shaking and she was having tremendous difficulty keeping them still long enough to undo the small buttons.
She broke their kiss. “Damn it. Why the fuck is your shirt so complicated?”
“Such coarse language from such a beautiful lady. You can rip it off if you want.”
Caroline fumbled with the buttons. “Like I’m going to ruin an expensive piece of clothing. Screw it.” She trailed her fingers up his neck and through his hair before pulling him closer to her. “I’ll figure it out later.”
His suspenders were much easier to pull down. Caroline could feel his smooth muscles through his dress shirt as they exchanged long, delicious kisses. She moaned against Jack’s mouth and he stepped back from their embrace. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor, then pulled his white undershirt over his head with ease.
Caroline gaped at his chest and arms. He worked out. A lot. She was trying to figure out when he found the time to do it. He was arguably the best looking man in his forties she’d ever seen. She trailed a finger down his abdomen.
“You should have taken your shirt off months ago,” she said. “I would have slept with you so much sooner.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He pushed her against the wall again. She wrapped her leg around him, pulling him even closer.
“Stop talking,” Caroline said, still distracted.
“Someone’s pretty bossy.” Jack brought his mouth to hers. “And eager. I wonder what for.”
She could feel his cock, hard as a rock, against her hip. Even through his pants she could sense his size, and she gasped.
He pulled back from her. “Do you want me to stop?”
She giggled softly. “No. But I discovered that you aren’t compensating for anything with your giant house and fancy cars.”
He looked down at the bulge in his groin, bringing her hand down to touch it. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
She wanted to find out as quickly as possible. Caroline dropped to her knees, eyeing his zipper. Jack tipped her chin up.
“No,” he said. “Tonight is about you.”
She wanted to argue with him. She really did. She wanted to rip off his pants and let him know exactly how she wanted the night to progress. But he yanked her to her feet and kissed her again, and somehow she lost her train of thought.
“You,” he repeated.
Jack caressed her breasts through her dress and smiled silkily as her nipples grew hard. He kissed her chest again, working his way back down.
“Your clothing is in my way,” he said in a muffled voice.
“You should probably do something about that, then,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” Jack pulled her toward the bed. “But I really want us both naked, as soon as possible.”
He turned her around and began kissing her shoulders. A shiver ran down her spine and she felt desire continuing to pool inside of her. It had been so long since she’d been touched like this. She missed it. Caroline realized she’d never quite been touched like this before, or at least had never reacted this way.
I’m in way over my head here, she thought.
And as Jack began to unzip her dress and trail kisses down her back, she discovered that she didn’t really care.
About Cecilia London
Cecilia is my pen name. I may or may not live in San Antonio, Texas. I’ve been known to apply quotes from ‘The Simpsons’ to everyday life. I live for baseball season.