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Morose Malice: Malice, #13
Morose Malice: Malice, #13
Morose Malice: Malice, #13
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Morose Malice: Malice, #13

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 The possible end of Alice’s marriage means that she has to leave the home she has built with Kathy.  She moves back to New York to start over.  Running into her college roommate and former lover sets off a chain of events that even Alice couldn’t anticipate or control.

When Alice renews old friendships and meets new people, we learn a bit more about her and her exhilarating past.  The new people in her life though, means new changes are in store for our beloved Alice—changes she might not like.

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Release dateJan 22, 2018
ISBN9781497353251
Morose Malice: Malice, #13
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K'Anne Meinel

K’Anne Meinel è una narratrice prolifica, autrice di best seller e vincitrice di premi. Al suo attivo ha più di un centinaio di libri pubblicati che spaziano dai racconti ai romanzi brevi e di lungo respiro. La scrittrice statunitense K’Anne è nata a Milwaukee in Wisonsin ed è cresciuta nei pressi di Oconomowoc. Diplomatasi in anticipo, ha frequentato un'università privata di Milwaukee e poi si è trasferita in California. Molti dei racconti di K’Anne sono stati elogiati per la loro autenticità, le ambientazioni dettagliate in modo esemplare e per le trame avvincenti. È stata paragonata a Danielle Steel e continua a scrivere storie affascinanti in svariati generi letterari. Per saperne di più visita il sito: www.kannemeinel.com. Continua a seguirla… non si sa mai cosa K’Anne potrebbe inventarsi!

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    MOROSE MALICE

    ~ MOROSE MALICE ~ | BOOK 13

    SMALL TOWN ANGEL

    TO BE CONTINUED...

    MOROSE MALICE

    A Novella by K’Anne Meinel

    E-Book Edition

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    K’Anne Meinel on E-Book

    2nd Edition Copyright © K’Anne Meinel January 2018

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    MOROSE MALICE

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    ~ MOROSE MALICE ~

    BOOK 13

    Hello Simone, are you going to throw that, or would you like to put it down? Alice asked conversationally as she prepared to roll out of the way, hopefully in time if the blonde chose to throw it.

    What in the world are you doing here? Simone asked as she hastily lowered the knife.

    Um, last time I checked my name was on the papers that showed I owned this place, or did you forge those too and change that? Alice laughed as she rolled off the bed and came forward for a hug.

    Nope, it’s still yours, Simone said, pleased to see her old college friend and lover.

    That’s good to hear, Alice answered, amused at her friend as they hugged.

    Seriously, it’s been years, babe.  What are you doing here? Simone pulled back to look down fondly into Alice’s unusual cat-like eyes as she held her in her arms, the knife held awkwardly in her hand.

    Alice extricated herself from her friend’s arms and walked slightly away around the bed to one of the large windows overlooking the street that ran in front of the loft apartment.  She shrugged a little.  Kathy wanted a separation.  I decided to take in some new scenery, she commented wryly, looking out.

    Simone’s jaw dropped.  The fact that her friend had married had flabbergasted her, but she had known how much Alice loved her wife.  While she didn’t know the whole story, if this Kathy had asked for a separation, Simone was totally on her friend’s side.  So, do we start making prank phone calls to her or what? she asked irreverently.

    Alice felt the easy laughter bubbling up in her and turned with a smile and a shake of her head.  No, I still love her.  She still loves me.  She just can’t handle some of the things that come up in my chosen career, she explained wryly.

    Being a stock broker? Simone asked quickly, simplifying what Alice did, and then the reality of what she had just asked and who she really was sunk in.  She continued with an, Oh.

    Alice smiled and nodded.  Simone was one of the few people who knew of Alice’s extra-curricular activities.

    Simone recovered rather quickly and wondered how much Kathy knew or surmised, so she asked.  How much did you tell her? she wondered.

    Alice shrugged.  I haven’t told her the specifics of anything, but last year she and I took care of some business...together, she said meaningfully.

    She joined you? Simone asked shocked, knowing what kind of business Alice meant.

    Let’s take this conversation to the living room, okay? Alice suggested.

    Together they walked down the staircase.  There were no handrails on the stairwell, as it was a free-flowing set of stairs with a landing before it turned and continued to the main floor where a large living room, a kitchen with a good-sized dining area, a spare bedroom that they had turned into an office and a bathroom were located.  The living room was large with twenty-foot ceilings and fifteen-foot windows.  A set of leather couches sprawled in the open space separated by a coffee table.  Simone found a bottle of wine from the kitchen they could share.

    So where are you coming from? Alice asked her meaningfully.  She remembered meeting Simone all those years back in college.  They had been roommates.  Neither socialized, and the two of them became quite chummy.  They seemed to understand each other and the fact that they didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the world.  When Simone found out Alice was a lesbian, she became curious.  Simone had been raised by nuns.

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    "So, what exactly do you do? she remembered asking.  Even though she had observed some of the nuns and their inappropriate" behavior, she was still curious and oddly drawn to her blonde friend.

    Alice smiled, her strangely cat-like eyes amused.  Do you want me to tell you, or to show you? she offered.

    Simone hesitated only a moment and, feeling brave, answered breathlessly, Show me.

    As her petite roommate leaned in for that first kiss, Simone was amazed.  She had had several hasty kisses from guys matched up at the dances back at Corday Finishing School.  They had been wet, they had been clumsy, and they had been unappealing.  But this, this felt right.  She could tell her roommate knew how to kiss, and as she began to show her how to make love to another girl, she found she was an apt pupil.

    What began as a friendship, deepened into something much more.  The intimacies they shared made Simone feel wonderful.  She soon found herself falling in love for the first time in her life.  It amazed her, it thrilled her, and it surprised her at every turn.  They tried everything.  Nothing was forbidden as they explored and experimented.  Any idea, any question either had, they figured out together

    As they lay side by side on the narrow beds that were provided in their dorm, Simone remembered telling her lover and the first person in her life that meant anything to her, I love you.  Simply and honestly, she poured her heart out to her best friend.

    The fascinating eyes crinkled in pleasure at her declaration.  I love you too.  And Alice meant it, perhaps for one of the first times in her life.

    Alice was from California and returned there periodically for holidays and special occasions.  They both took year-round courses so they could graduate not only with honors, but also by having those extra courses, they would be graduating not with Bachelor’s degrees but with Masters.  They agreed on almost everything together.  Although they were taking different majors, they were compatible on so many levels.

    Their love affair continued through their freshmen, sophomore, and junior years.  Simone had confided everything in her lover.  Alice didn’t seem shocked to find out that Simone had been a thief; instead, she had her show her the skills necessary to do these things.  In turn, she showed Simone things she didn’t know, like how to defend herself.  As a finance major, Alice showed her how to hide some of her ill-gotten gains.  She showed her how to invest, even small amounts.  She explained in greater detail how to make her trust more profitable than just through a bank.  Many of the things Simone was shown by Alice she suspected that Alice had known before school, that she was only taking the courses so that her knowledge could be justified.  They shared everything together, or so Simone had thought, and then...they didn’t.  In their senior year, she noticed a significant withdrawal of affection, almost as though she was being pushed away, gently and determinedly.  With four months to go towards graduation, she had thought she would be moving across the country to be with her lover, forever, but instead found herself questioning their very love.

    After a breathless night of fantastic lovemaking with her first and only lover, Simone sat up on the edge of the bed.  Something was wrong, different.  No longer had she been told she was loved.  She was the one who had to initiate it, to say it, to express it.  No longer was it spontaneously returned.

    What are you thinking? the voice came from behind her, and she shivered internally at its caress.

    Do you believe you can fall ‘out’ of love just like you fall ‘in’ love? she asked the room at large.

    The quick and absolute, Yes, had her nearly cringing.  She had known this was her lover saying goodbye, slowly and surely.  They still made love, but there was something missing.  She didn’t, however, want to lose her friendship.  Turning back, she looked

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