Novels by Tia Skyla

Ashley's POV “I think it's yours.” He pointed to my handbag, which I had placed on the next chair, and I nodded, fishing it out. As if I hadn't known it was mine. Goodness, I sure hope the caller had a hundred million dollars to loan me for interrupting such an important moment of life and death. “A minute, please.” Waving me off with an understanding smile, he turned back to his computer while I excused myself. “Hey, honey.” It was Gracie, and if I'm not mistaken, her voice sounded a bit shaky as she sniffed, and my heartbeat started thudding in anxiety. “What's wrong?" I asked Knitting my brows, I went on "Are you crying?” Running my palm down my thigh, I waited for her response. “Don't get worked up, okay. But you—you need to come home right… Stop!” I heard her scream, then the line went dead. Okay, now I'm freaking out. Reconstructing the contours of my face, I took a deep breath, managing a small smile as I whirled around and grabbed my bag. In retu

Ashley's POV Blood rushed out of the veins of my hand as the reality of what I had done hit me especially with Cain's steely brown eyes glaring at me while Marvin clicked his teeth in vexation. “This bitch just fucking slapped us.” Marvin's angry words trailed off as I hurried out of the office. The moment I got into my room, I bolted the locks, feeling a sudden surge of heat in my pores as I disheveled my hair. “What have I done?” I mumbled, hurrying over to pull down my curtain blinds since my window faced the Venom's farmhouse backyard. At a loss for the next step to take, I grabbed my handbag from the nightstand, ransacking it for my cellphone. At first I had thought I only had the one job of saving my dad's ranch. But now that the tables have turned and I found he'd kept his debts away from me and everyone else, the game has changed and the Venmos have the upper hand now. God, Gracie would be so devastated to hear the news, and breaking it to her was the last thi

Cain's POV “I don't give a damn if you're buying into what we just said or not.” I thundered, and she mildly cowered. Tossing the file aside, I continued. “But what I'm sure about is you wetting your pants when we decide to drag you to court, little girl.” I threatened. Goddamnit! I hated losing control of my emotions like this, but was I supposed to stay put when my bulge was threatening to poke out? Turning away before either of them noticed, I planted my hands at the edge of the desk, slightly hunching my back. “Come on now. I think you've overstayed your welcome.” Marvin gestured towards the door, harshness reeking in his tone as he caught her wrist, pulling her along. “Hey, hey, wait.” Wincing at the discomfort, she futilely struggled to free her arm while stumbling behind him. Just before he thrust her outside, she shouted. “What do you guys want in return?!” I didn't know if that was the right line of questioning from her, but the corners of my ears tipped

Cain's POV Running my fingers through my damp hair, I couldn't care less if my hair was all over the place as I leaned into my 'crowbait' which happened to be my retro swivel chair, like Marvin always called it, my gaze glued to the door. Every movement Marvin did as he twisted the door open, I watched on with a ticking heartbeat until her familiar, lithe figure appeared right in front of my eyes like a too-good-to be -true dream. Blame! Marvin was too slow. With the way my dick hardened as our eyes locked, especially when her pretty low-bridged nose flared up, it made me want to sprint across the table and devour her right there like a sick bastard that I was. I thought she knew how far my obsession went after that fateful night at her dad's cabin 20 years ago, but I guessed the memory was vague to her since she was quite a kid while I was the perverted teenager. “Don't just stand there, or else we might think you came for house cleaning.” Marvin jested, his poker-faced

Marvin’s POV To be honest, as I leaned into the couch of Ashley's house, my knees buzzed at how wrong it all was. Me relaxing into the enemy's couch with no protection whatsoever, a move my dad would have totally blown my head off for if he were still breathing. It took my mind back to twenty years ago when I was first invited into the new neighbor's house. The moment the door opened I was standing face to face with a smiley-faced, blue-eyed, chubby girl who guided me to her room, holding my hand while I blushed like the tiny little boy I was. Not anymore. I mean, after that first day, I had long stopped feeling like a boy from the minute my hand brushed Ashley's soft baby ass. What a little rascal I was with all my fantasies about playing with them until one eventful day, my dad banned from crossing the line of our house to theirs ever again. Back then I had thought it was the end. Maybe she'd outgrow the fat in her ass and turn skinny like in trend these days when y

Ashley's POV I breezed out of the taxi that pulled up in front of my dad's dilapidated cabin, drawing an anxious breath as I shut the car door with a slow push. “Ashley?” Someone called out, and I veered my face towards her direction, the nervousness in my expression fading into a widened smile. The middle-aged lady grinned wider, her sockets popping out in surprise as she approached me with a limp gait, leaning on a cane. “It's really you, my big baby.” She sang, and I ran over, catching her in a tight embrace. “It's so good to see you, Gracie. I missed you…” Stroking Gracie's ash-black hair, I shut her eyes, nuzzling into her arms. “Blake always did say you'd come back to us. But I didn't imagine he wouldn't be here to welcome you home.” Gracie lamented, her muscles tensing up, I had no idea what she meant by that. What I did know was being hell-bent on keeping my promise to my dad that I wouldn't return to Texas until he visited my mom's grave with a flower. He sh