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BDSM Romance
Olivia Hill
Raw, Rowdy Rockstar
Chapter 1
Allison Burgess had a smile on her lips as she watched the final song
in The Maniacs’ set. The band was amazing in a
word but the person who really caught her attention in the band was
the lead singer, Noah Zimmerman. She just could not seem
to get her eyes off him. She was not sure whether it was the way
she had managed to connect with him on a personal level
throughout his tour. When he was off that stage, when he was
talking to her, he was not just another member of the band. With
her, he was not a Maniac but plain old Noah Zimmerman. The man
who opened up to her about all his insecurities. She shook
her head when she heard the familiar piercing noise when Noah
dropped the microphone as he always did at the end of every
performance.
“How was that?” Noah asked when he got to where she was.
microphone.
“You think I don’t know that you were the one who suggested an
acoustic set going upbeat?” He asked and she smiled.
“Starting off soft and finishing with a bang has always been your
idea.”
She nodded. He was right. She had been trying to get him to try
softer versions of his music ever since she met him
performing cover versions of some of his music would put him more
in touch with a different kind of crowd and judging by the
crowd that had turned up at his last concert in Nashville, a place his
Noah’s entire PR team thought would be a bust. To think
amazing. She looked away when she felt her cheeks flushing. It had
been happening a lot lately.
“Yeah, the iron is still hot. I should probably strike it right now.”
needed to take her away from there. He suddenly took her hand in
his and before she could say anything in protest.
“What are you doing?” she finally managed to say when he walked
her to his dressing room. He looked into her eyes as
she leaned against the door before he put a hand on the door.
“You know exactly what I’m doing,” Noah said in a whisper as he out
his other hand on the other side of her head,
literally trapping her. He took a step forward and pinned her against
the door with his body making her gasp.
“Noah …” she started before he brought his head down. His lips
were so close to her chin that she could feel his warm
“No you don’t,” he said in a whisper. “You know exactly what you
need and it is not leaving this place.”
She took a long deep breath and opened her eyes. But even then,
she could not bring herself to look into his eyes. Her
eyes were fixed on the floor and he pressed his lips to her chin. She
whimpered softly and felt a tingle down her spine.
looked into his almost cold grey eyes and a smile played on his lips
again. Her heart was racing and her hands were shaking
almost too violently she was scared she was going to drop the iPad
she had in her hand. She knew he wanted to kiss her and
she would have wanted nothing less at that moment.
“I need to go, Noah,” she said again, this time looking right into his
eyes. What he didn’t know was that she was trying
She was not very sure if he had noticed but she always did that
when she was nervous. But then again, he had only known her
“Okay, Burgess,” he said as his eyes ran down her curvy body. “Go
strike that iron then.”
Her fingers tightened around the edges of her iPad as she turned
around and began walking away from Noah. She could
feel his eyes on her as she turned the corner and stepped out of the
Nashville concert hall. Her heart was pounding almost as
feel a cold bead of sweat slowly running down her spine. She walked
to the parking lot and smiled at a cab driver who had just
“Homeland Suites, please,” Allison said when she climbed into the
back of the cab. She noticed the driver smile at her
on the rearview mirror as she strapped herself in. She leaned back
and closed her eyes, sighing loudly.
“What are you doing, Allison?” she wondered as the cab began
driving out of the parking lot. She knew that the warm
fuzzy feeling she had been having lately any time she was around
him was not just about being in the company of a handsome
rock star. And judging by how friendly the two had become while on
tour, she knew she was in trouble. The last time she had
felt this way was back in college when Andrew Lancer, the
quarterback first talked to her. But what he felt for Noah was a
whole lot more than what she once felt for Andrew. To make matters
worse, the two had come dangerously close on a number
After The Maniacs were done with their set, Allison had gone ahead
to post all the information needed to create the
Phillip Keene was The Maniacs’ manager and after the band’s first
successful album, a worldwide tour was imminent but not
before they toured the Americas to find out just how a world tour
would have worked out. Phillip’s plan was to have the best
people in PR to get the world talking about The Maniacs and as far
as Allison was concerned, she had done her part. It was not
just people in the Americas talking about the world’s newest and
most rocking band but her work had every country on the
big thing but she had done more than that. She had made them the
biggest thing in the world of music but in the process, she had
connected with Noah in a way she had never thought possible. She
had always seen him on tabloid photos with the who’s who
in the fashion and film industry. There was no way she could have
ever thought that he could ever be interested in someone like
her…a plump woman who had to count calories rather than a skinny
model, or maybe actress.
When she got to her hotel room, she tossed her purse on the bed
and walked over to the full length mirror. She sighed as
“Plus size my foot…I’m just fat. Not big boned, not full figured…fat.”
She held her dress top at the back tightening it
She exhaled loudly as she closed her eyes picturing Noah. He was
every woman’s ideal man: tall, lean, muscular with
shoulder length hair that Allison thought made him look a little like
Avery Barkley from Nashville which was a little ironic
considering where they were. She sighed and walked back to the
bed. She grabbed her laptop and turned it on. Even though she
was looking at the blank screen, she could not really bring herself to
typing anything. She pulled up the photos from the concert
at her computer when she heard a knock on her door. She looked at
the bottom right hand corner of her screen and frowned.
“Noah,” she said in a gasp when she opened the door. “What are
you…when…” she shook her head and then looked
“So are you going to let me in or are you just going to stand there
looking at me saying nothing?” he asked as she looked
into his eyes. She took a long minute before she stepped aside so
that he could walk in. She could tell that he had not gone back
to his suite because he was in the same blue jeans and white graffiti
T-shirt he had been in when he was performing earlier that
night. She closed the door and looked at him as he walked over to
the bed. Her mind was a maze of wild thoughts. She could
not help but wonder why he was in her room instead of at the after
party with the rest of the band.
“What are you doing here, Noah?” she asked as she looked at him.
“If I have to tell you why I am here then maybe you are a little more
in denial than I initially thought,” he said as he
walked up to where she was. She bit her lower lip as she felt him
slip an arm around her waist and pulled her towards him.
She was breathing hard and heavy as she smelt his musky scent all
around her.
type. I am not the kind of woman that you…” she never got a
chance to finish what she was saying.
passionate kiss. His kiss was everything she had imagined: wild,
deep and passionate. His tongue was on hers caressing and
massaging, and his hand was pressed hard against her back holding
her body against him. She was almost breathless by the
time he finally pulled away. “Did anyone ever tell you, you talk too
much,” he said in a whisper.
Allison looked up at him and her were slightly lips parted. She
wanted to talk, say something…anything really. But she
was dumbfounded.
“You can’t just do that, Noah,” she finally said in a soft voice. He
shrugged.
“And why not?” he interlaced his fingers with hers and raised her
hands above her head pinning them against the
“I want you, Allison,” he said in a soft voice. “And you want me. I
can feel it in the way you kissed me back, and I can
see it in the way you are looking at me.” He reached behind her and
locked the door before he began pulling her towards the
bed. She did not know what he had in mind but she didn’t have the
willpower to just push him off or something of the sort.
When they got to the bed, he stopped and looked at her, his hands
on her waist. He gently pulled away from her and sat down
“Take off your clothes,” he said and she raised an eyebrow over the
other.
“Take your clothes off,” he said again without batting an eyelid. The
tone in his voice made her realize that he meant
business.
“Noah, I don’t know how this usually works for you and the other
women you are used to…” she started before he stood
up and pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress top.
“Just do it, Allison,” he said in a soft voice. “I don’t care about those
other women. You are the one I want.”
Allison could feel the fabric of her dress slipping off her shoulders
but she held the top against her breasts preventing it
from slipping off. She took a step back and her gaze fell to the floor.
She could feel her heart racing as she stood in front of
“I might be what you want for right now but you are… you and I
am…well me.” She shook her head. “You and I both
know that this will not work.” She shrugged. “Just leave before we
make a mistake.” Her last sentence was barely toned out
well enough for him to hear her. But that didn’t matter. He pulled her
hands away from her chest and in one swift move pulled
the two sides of her top apart leaving her in her bra and panties.
She looked at him, a little surprised as he put his hands on her
waist.
“I know exactly what I want, Allison.” He gently pushed off her tights
and looked into her eyes as he slowly got on his
knees. He pulled her tights all the way down and gently kissed her
upper thigh. “This is what I want.”
“Take it off before I tear it off,” he said and even though she was a
little hesitant, she did it anyway. She looked at him
as her bra came lose to allow her breasts to hang loosely on her
chest.
“Panties too,” he commanded and she very slowly pushed it off with
her shaky hands. “Good girl,” he whispered as he
looked at her.
As she stood there, she was not very sure what he had in mind.
There she was standing naked in front of him and he was
still fully dressed, literally watching her. He held his hand out and
she put a hand in his so that he could pull her to where he
was. She stood in between his legs as he looked into her eyes.
“This is what I want,” he said in a soft voice. She closed her eyes
when she felt him gently raising his hands caressing
her up to her ass. She gasped when she felt his fingers digging into
her flesh. “I can’t tell you, how long I have waited to have
he looked into her eyes. She exhaled lightly as he gently lowered his
head to meet her lips in a long slow kiss. She gently
angled her head as he kissed her. She was exhaling into his mouth
when he held a lock of her hair, holding her against himself.
When she pulled away, she could feel his cock hard against her
thigh.
“Can you feel that? Can you feel how much I want you?” he
whispered in her ear and she nodded. “I want you to do
something for me,” he said before taking her earlobe in between his
teeth. “When it gets too much, I want you to tell me to
stop.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked as a naughty smile played
on his lips. He sat back down and patted his lap.
“I’m about to show you the other side of me.” He pulled her down
and ran a hand down from her shoulder to her breast.
Allison could almost guess what he was about to do. She had after
all been caught up in the Fifty Shades drift with the
rest of the world. Her heart was racing as she lay on his lap. The
minute she felt his hand come down on her, she immediately
Chapter 2
As she shifted her weight on her seat, Allison was reliving the
previous night over and over. At the back of her mind,
she kept on thinking that maybe she should have sat out the next
trip. But she didn’t want to look like she was acting weird even
though there was nothing normal about that particular day. The
truth was that she had let the lead singer of the band she had
been covering have his way with her and she was now meant to act
like everything was normal…and everything was, except
for the fact that her ass was stinging from all the spanking she got
last night. From the corner of her eye, she could see Noah
“Burgess, good work with the blogs,” Phil said as he walked past.
“Way better than the shit TMZ prints,” he added
they are going to print shit.” She looked at Allison and smiled.
“Maybe you should just quit your day job and set up your own
site.”
“So far, I like the perks of the job,” she said as she looked around. “I
don’t think I am ready to give it all up yet.”
“Yeah, just after you left. I mean one minute he was there and then
the next thing I know I can only see three of the
Maniacs.”
Allison pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and tapped her
pen on the journal she had in her hand.
“In Nashville? It was a last minute venue plus it’s not like he is all
buddy-buddy with Carrie Underwood or something,”
she said.
“Is Carrie Underwood the only country musician you know?” Allison
asked.
“Well, there was that time I met Lady Antebellum and Eric Church…
so, there is that.” Moira took a long sip of her
water and shrugged. “And I know Noah keeps in touch with Taylor
Swift but I don’t think she lives in Nashville anymore.”
“She still has a place in Nashville but she spends most of her time in
New York or her California beach house.
Everyone knows that.” She stole a glance at Noah again before she
turned back to Moira. “I’m sure your boss s fine. I think he
“Yes, and you guys usually know everything before the world does,”
Moira pointed out.
Allison felt her cheeks flush.
“Well, this time round, you know so much more than I do, Moira,”
she said before she opened up her journal again.
“Do you always do that?” Moira asked pointing at her journal. “I’ve
never really seen you with a notepad and pen, not
even in an interview.”
head in confusion.
“Think fast,” she thought as she looked at Moira , the only other
person she had managed to get close to on the tour.
“Are you kidding? I’m on tour with The Maniacs,” she said in a soft
but excited voice. “Honestly, I don’t think it can get
“Sometimes I wish it could get a little better than this,” Moira said in
a soft voice. “I mean look at them?” she asked as
“The band members are pretty cute, you have to admit,” she said.
“Yeah, they are but seriously, do we always have to have the
groupies all over the world?” Moira asked and she pointed
to one of the girls who was busy twerking as the band mates looked
on. “That is just sad.”
“Yeah, which brings me to the fact that my boss has been very
unfriendly with the company lately. Noticed that?”
Allison shrugged.
“Moira, I need another cronut!” Eli, the guitarist called out before
Allison could answer and Moira rolled her eyes.
leaving Allison alone. She hated that she had to lie to Moira. She
was the only one who really knew her. Even Noah didn’t
She looked at her now almost half written page and sighed again.
For a journalist, she was having quite a hard time
putting down her thoughts. But maybe it was because this was no
ordinary diary entry. It was one that told the story of the
previous night’s events to the very last detail…
have been able to endure for that long but I had. He gently caressed
my now hot ass as I lay there, panting. From the books
and stories I had read, I was not so sure what to expect since he
was in my hotel suite. So obviously there were no toys to
play with. But the way he handled me…he was so rough and gentle
at the same time. He was making me scream and moan
all at once. It was almost like he was striking the perfect balance.
After twenty five spanks I thought I had seen it all but
more was yet to come. He grabbed my tights and used them to tie
my hands to the bed spokes and that was when I came to
know exactly how he liked having his fun. I had not pictured him as
the dark Christian Grey type but the way he was
hovering his hand over my skin making my skin feel like very hair on
my body was awake.
But even then I could feel the urgency in the soft caresses. He
brought his mouth down and kissed my neck softly before he
began working his way down my body. I raised my head and looked
at him as he put his hands on my knees and spread them
wide.
the heat of his mouth. I let out a long low moan when he began
flicking his tongue on my overly sensitive clit. This was all
too much for me because I hadn’t had anyone do that for me…in a
while. I was writhing and moaning and he was kissing,
flicking and sucking. By the way he was going I knew that it was not
going to be long before I exploded and he was already
“Tell me what you want,” he said when he pulled away and I opened
my mouth to speak but all I could do was just
“You know I don’t have a show until later tonight,” Allison suddenly
heard Noah’s voice making her look up. She
“And?” I asked.
“And I want to have some alone time,” he said as he sat down next
to her. “With you.”
“Noah, I don’t think that all this is…” she started before he took her
hand in his.
“Don’t think, Allison. Just do it,” he said just as the pilot announced
that they were beginning the descent in Tampa.
“But Tampa is the last venue before…” she started and he gently
squeezed her hand. “Everything goes back to normal
after this.”
“So the time the office gave me to cover you will be over in a couple
of days and then it’s back to desk duty for me,” she
explained. “And you will be back to…basically this,” she said as she
looked at the rest of the band where they were busy
Chapter 3
All Allison could think about as she rode in the cab back to her
apartment was what Noah had said. He had made it very
clear that he wanted her but all she knew was that as far as rock
stars were concerned, commitment was not something that they
“We’re here miss,” the cab driver said in a heavy Middle Eastern
accent. She gave him a fifty dollar bill and he
frowned. “But your ride was only nineteen fifty,” he said and she
shrugged.
“But all I have is a five…my wife said she wanted money for
groceries and the ATM machine ate her card…” Allison
was trying hard not to smile but it was almost impossible not to find
his ordeal funny. “Short story, she took all my cash and
“Thank you so much miss,” the driver said as she got her bags from
the trunk.
“Don’t mention it,” she said before she turned around and walked
into her building.
“Great,” she thought as she walked towards the elevator. “I just paid
fifty bucks for a twenty buck ride.”
When she got to her apartment, she opened the door and took a
long deep breath. She looked around and frowned.
had been away from her apartment for almost eight weeks and she
could tell that her cleaning lady had obviously not being
truthful about keeping her end of the weekly cleaning deal they had
struck. But after almost ten hours on her feet, she was
exhausted. Vacuuming and dusting would have to wait until she had
taken a long shower and had a sandwich or something. She
had just began taking off her t-shirt when she heard her phone
vibrating in her pants pocket. She pulled it out of her pocket and
sighed when she saw Noah’s number on the screen. She had only
had the number for a few days but she already knew it off
head. The two had not had a chance to talk after landing in Tampa.
After all, there were two concerts in the state of Florida in
Allison was not sure whether she should answer Noah’s call or just
ignore it. She wanted to do more than cleaning that
night. She also wanted to finish her journal entry and maybe try and
stretch the truth a little, try her hand at fiction writing. She
was still trying to figure out whether to just hit ignore and head on
to the bathroom when she felt her phone vibrating in her
She raised an eyebrow over the other and shook her head.
She tossed her phone on the bed and walked to her front door.
“So, you are stalking me right now?” she asked when she opened
the door where Noah was standing holding a black
duffel bag.
“No, not really…I just asked for your address from Moira,” he said as
he looked at her.
for anyway?”
“That is need to know and by the way, I didn’t even know you two
were all in buddy-mode like that. When did that
“That is also need to know and you do not need to know, Noah,”
Allison said crossing her arms over her chest. “You
need to leave.”
“Why do you keep on doing that, huh?” he asked and she shrugged.
“You keep on acting like you don’t want me around but you never
stop me when I reach for you,” he said as he began
He kicked the door shut with the heel of his shoe and led her to the
living room where he dropped his duffel bag.
“I want you to talk to me. Like really, really talk to me,” he said.
“Because I have been nothing but honest with you but
“Oh please,” Allison said pushing him away. “Honest? When did that
happen because all I know about you is that you
are into some light BDSM shit…”
“Well, all you did was spank me and control when I had my orgasm,”
she said matter-of-factly.
“That is because I don’t want to just plunge you into the deep end. I
am not that insensitive,” he said.
“So, let me get this straight,” she started as she held her hair up and
began rolling it in a bun. “You see a plus size
woman on your tour jet and you assume that you can just do
whatever the hell you want because she will take it, right?”
a brave face even though she could not really understand how the
words just seemed to fly out of her mouth.
Allison wanted to snap back at him but the way he was gently
kneading her breast made her realize that she just couldn’t
say whatever the hell she wanted. She nodded and he kneaded her
breast again.
“Right now, I am not Noah Zimmerman, your lead singer friend.” His
hand was already undoing the buckle of her pants.
“I do want you,” she said as a tear rolled down her cheek. “At least I
think I do.”
He pulled his hand away from her breast and took her hand in his
before he led her to the couch. He sat down and she sat
“What is it? What’s the big deal here?” he asked and she shrugged.
“Really? Rock star Noah Zimmerman is asking me what the big deal
is?” she asked.
“Yes, and right now I am just Noah. I mean, you don’t hear me
addressing you as journalist Allison Burgess, do you?” he
said as he looked at her. “Why don’t you just talk to me? Tell me
what the elephant in the room is because I clearly can’t see
it.”
“That’s the deal, Noah. I am the elephant in the room. Just open
your eyes and you will see it,” she said.
“No, no, no.” She buried her face in her hands and shook her head.
“You don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what? Damn it, Allison!” Noah stood up and walked to where
she was. “What is it that I don’t get?” He held her
plump face in his hands and looked right into her eyes. “Just tell me.
Talk to me…like I was a two year old kid. Explain
yourself.”
“I think that’s the only way I will understand what the fuck you are
on about,” he said as she carefully put her hands on
his waist. She slowly lifted his shirt up and he raised his hands over
his head allowing him to pull the shirt off. She then undid
his personalized belt buckle and then pulled down his pants. “I do
not understand what is happening, here. Not that I’m
“Just…just work with me here,” she said in a soft voice. She walked
him up to the full length mirror that was next to the
door.
her t-shirt and pants and stood next to him. “What are you doing?”
he asked and she shrugged.
“So you don’t see it?” she asked again and he shook his head.
“See what? I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about,” he
said and she sighed.
turned around and kissed her softly, swallowing the rest of her
words. She gasped into his mouth when she felt the clasp at her
back suddenly get loose before her bra fell to the ground.
“What you do to me…” he held her even closer and lowered a hand
to just above her waist. “What you make me want to
do to you….”
me to be true to myself.”
“And what is your true self?” she asked and a smile played on his
lips before he walked to the door. She watched him as
She nodded reluctantly before she led him down the hall to her
bedroom. He took her phone and placed it on the
“Are you going to have some kind of weird name for me, like slut or
bitch?” she asked in a low voice as he placed the
“The name Allison is just fine,” he said as his eyes ran down her
body. “I need you to come here,” he said as he held his
hand out to her. She put her small cold hand in his and he suddenly
pulled her to himself. “I am going to restrain you like I did
in Nashville, but this time I have my toys with me.” She nodded.
“Good girl,” he said as she presented her wrists to him so he
could cuff her. She then got on the bed and laid on her back giving
him a chance to secure the cuffs to the bed. He got a small
riding crop from his bag and placed it on her shoulder, slowly
running it down her body making her sigh silently. He then
fast.”
Allison was moaning softly as she felt him rubbing her clit using the
crop. She was not sure what turned her on more.
The fact that he was using the riding crop to get her off or that at
any moment, the pleasure she was feeling would turn to pain.
She shuddered when she felt a warm surge of energy inside her that
presided her pre-orgasm. As if he knew what was about to
happen, he pulled the crop away and gently ran it up the side of her
body before he pushed his underwear off making her gasp
at the size of his girth. He got on the bed and knelt on either side of
her before he used the crop on the tops of her breasts. She
shuddered again when he used the crop on her hip. And then her
other hip.
used the crop on the tops of her breast again. She did not even
understand why her nipples were hard yet he was inflicting pain
on her. She must have hard this side of her buried somewhere deep
inside her because somehow, she loved everything he was
doing to her. He suddenly moved back and got off her and before
she had any time to protest, he had reached into his bag again
his order was almost too hard. Considering he had literally rubbed
her into a tizzy just minutes before, she was sure that the
vibrating toy was going to make her explode at any minute. She was
moaning loudly and trying to writhe on the bed but the
right nipple in between his thumb and index finger and he was
squeezing, gently but still enough to cause her some discomfort.
Somehow, she had managed to get his entire length inside her
mouth.
“Fuck, Allison,” he moaned. “You keep on going like this and I swear
there will be nothing left for you.” She began
rolling her tongue on the head of his cock and he pulled himself out
of her mouth. He settled in between her legs and she
“It’s been a while…for me,” Allison whispered. “It’s been a really long
while and you are so…” she exhaled as a
it onto his manhood. He went ahead to free her ankles so that she
could spread herself wider for him before he began working
his cock into her gently. He loved how tight she felt around his cock.
It was like she was literally embracing him from inside.
stretched her pussy out. She moaned as he kissed her neck and
fondled her breasts, it was like he couldn’t get enough of her in
that one sitting. He was ravaging her with everything he had: his
cock, his mouth, his hands and without even knowing it, she
cried out but he was not slowing down. If anything, her pleas only
made him go faster and her walls gave way making her get
the wildest orgasm she had ever had. The wild pressure inside her
forced his cock out of her as she squirted her cum all over
his thigh and the bedding. He quickly undid her cuffs and took her
hands in his before pulling her up to a sitting position.
it almost impossible for her to keep herself in check. Soon, the only
sounds in the room were of his pelvis slamming against her
ass and every so often his hand coming down on her ass cheek,
hard. She suddenly felt him reaching for one of her breasts
on the bed when his cock slipped out of her still wet pussy.
“There is no reason you would have to lose me,” she said, shivering
in his arms.
“Let’s just go slow with all this. Baby steps,” she said and he kissed
her softly.
THE END
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Book 1:
Dr. Glen Marrone stood and stared at the destruction he’d wrought.
He’d sped toward the front doors at the screech of
brakes, just like any other doctor would have. A fender bender,
nobody was hurt, but he’d had to check. Melissa had gone
outside with her phone, ready to call 911. He’d heard something
falling from the front desk, but he hadn’t had the time to see
“Shit!” Melissa’s purse had fallen open, discharging all its contents.
Pens, her wallet and...what was this?
She could join the club then. BDSM. Melissa, his mild-mannered
nurse, had seemed rather virginal. He wouldn’t have
expected her like these books, even if they were all the rage these
days. Not that many people understood BDSM, real lifestyle
didn’t think they had much in common outside the office. She was
younger than him, by about 10 years, and while she got along
professional courtesy.
She was also a girl with curves to spare. It's not that he didn’t like
curvy girls, but he’d never actually been with one.
Outside of doing scenes at the club with one of the curvier regulars,
and while those had been good, he had never wanted to
date anybody he done a scene with. This might just change, with
Melissa in the picture. Provided of course, that this wasn’t just
He watched Melissa come back in, gave her a little nod and a smile.
“You did well out there,” he told her. She’d rushed
out seconds after the screech of tires, phone in hand, and he’d
joined her a minute later. If there had been any actual injuries,
her speed might have helped to save the day. As it was, her
consoling manner had set the nervous people to calmer.
Melissa looked from him to the spilled purse, and her face reddened,
first getting a little bright around the ears and then
“How do things look out there,” he asked trying to distract her. “Are
they calm and settled? Any idea why they hit the
pole?”
while. Sure, he knew that women carried them in purses but hadn’t
expected to see one at work. And that wasn’t even likely to
“That’s mine,” she exclaimed and he could tell that she was both
nervous and embarrassed.
“Yeah, I know. But I was very curious about it. I thought you would
read one of the Shades books.” Glenn arched a
brow, giving her a little wink. “You realize that those books have no
basis in reality. ” He wasn’t commenting on the one he
“I really have no idea,” Melissa said. Her face was bright red. He’d
never seen her so uncomfortable before, though it
was a cute human moment for his very quiet nurse. Glenn wanted to
relax her, to put her at ease.
“Melissa, it’s okay. There are many people into this lifestyle, and if
you’re one of them, I’m never gonna judge you.” She
arched a brow at that, and it was clear that she didn’t quite know
where to go with what he was saying to her. He handed her
“Melissa, if you really want to learn about that lifestyle, we’ll talk.”
Her eyes widened and she looked at him, assessing him. “Exactly
what you mean?” she asked. “Are you coming on to
me, Doctor?” Her eyes flashed fire for a moment, he saw the spunk
inside her. Oh, this was good. This was very, very good.
“No, Melissa,” he said softly, causing her to lean in. “I’m not coming
on to you. This is not a sexual harassment issue.”
He regarded her steadily for a few minutes, waiting for her to speak.
When she didn’t, he found that he was very impressed
my life, and to my friends. There are things that are very, very
wrong about it, and people are getting hurt. At first it seemed as
innocent people doing things that they have no business doing and
getting hurt in the process.”
meeting his eyes for a fleeting moment, before looking down. “This
isn’t my lifestyle. This isn’t my life.” She emphasized the
“my” and he gave her a little smile. She had no idea that she was
broadcasting her interest, regardless of what she said.
shoulder and gave a little smile. “I’ve been there before, Melissa,” he
whispered. “I know what it is like to train somebody. If
you want to be trained, or if you just want to explore the lifestyle,
I’m your man. It will never interfere with our working life.
You think about it, and you tell me if you’re interested. If not, I
won’t say another word to you.”
Melissa couldn’t quite believe what was happening. First, there was
the car accident, thankfully only a fender bender.
The people inside, an elderly couple, had been a little shaken up, but
they had not wanted her to call EMS. Then, she’d
returned to the office to find her purse was open, disengaging all of
her personal items onto the floor. It hadn’t been bad enough
that her feminine products had been lying out there for anyone to
say, but that book, her current favorite book, had fallen out,
too. Dr. Glenn had held it in his hands stroking the cover, an
unconscious gesture. She had a feeling that he had no idea he was
ever considered that he was a student of BDSM. But now that she
knew, she was driven crazy with thoughts of him wielding a
Melissa stuffed her book, and her other things, back into her purse
trying not to blush, resisting the urge to fan herself, but
only barely. She’d work for Dr. Glenn for a long time now, six years,
and change. In that time, the entire office staff and turned
over several times. They were the only two who had stayed. And
they formed an interesting bond, not quite friendship. Not
quite boss and employee. It was somewhere in between, a gray area
of professional respect and personal lines drawn for the
And as such, she was never quite sure how to approach the doctor.
Sometimes they were friends, and he would dispense
advice about boys, men really, and other times there was a distance
between them. Like when Rose, his former girlfriend, had
left the country. Dr. Glenn had been very quiet that, and Melissa had
known how to get him out of his shell. Since they were the
her job. They had a very capable office manager, who was at lunch
right now, thank God. Cathy would have been all over this
if she’d seen what was happening. Heck, she probably would have
live blogged it to her friends.
The office was rounded out by a very part time receptionist and a
medical biller, both young and just out of college.
Most of their employees were here for a short time, either starting
anew after divorce, or a change in life, or they were
college kids, looking for something bigger and better than $15 an
hour. It was a darn shame. Dr. Glenn was both generous, and
Doctor Glenn actually went out and physically assisted the charities.
“Melissa, are you okay? Are you thinking about what I had to say?”
Dr. Glenn looked at the doors. Melissa realized that
thinking about all the ways it would be a bad idea.” She clapped a
hand over her mouth, wishing she could pull her snarky
“But you’re thinking about it aren’t you,” Glenn said with a little
smile. She couldn’t think of him as Doctor Glenn right
now; that would be too confusing, and yes, way too arousing.
“So now that I know your secret, Melissa, what are we gonna do
about it?” H had a little smirk on his face. A part of her
wanted to wipe that self-confidence right off his face, and the other
part of her liked the sight of it, his arrogance, and his surety
that things would work out for him in the end. It was as if they had
a little secret against the world.
Melissa cocked a hip and gave him a little wink, pulling forth all the
sex goddess that she had buried deep inside her.
Deep, deep inside her, maybe like 40 pounds ago. “So, Doc, are you
really serious about this? Is it going to impact my job
“Whatever we do outside this office, will never come into this office,”
Glenn said intensely, his eyes flashing. “Your
job will never be at issue, Melissa. I promise you that. I vow that.”
His intensity was getting to her, turning her on in a way that
He was the good-looking older brother type, not the sort of guy that
she could ever attain with her average looks and
Melissa turned, looking at the door, knowing that they were about to
get invaded. And wasn’t that horrible term,
invaded. It was just their office manager, who was doing both her
own duties and that of their receptionist today.
While he filled Cathy in on the fender bender and the frantic older
couple, Melissa finished scooping up a few of her
room. Standing eye to eye, or eye to collarbone, with him had been
a little too intense.
about what had just transpired between them. Her rational mind
knew that he never would, but there was a part of her very
“You heard me, fender bender, older couple. They were a bit shaken
up but didn’t want any medical assistance. I offered
to call 911.”
“Doctor Glenn offered to check them out, but they were having none
of it,” Melissa added, standing up, her purse
“Hrm,” Cathy said, and ended that in a small smile. “Maybe they
have something to hide, like grandma and grandpa are
jewel thieves or something like that. You never know what secrets
someone else may be keeping. You know my neighbor down
the block, George? Muscle bound? Yeah?” She gestured to Melissa,
who nodded.
“Well, he’s on steroids. That’s how he gets those muscles. Can you
believe it? I can’t. I’m totally shocked.”
thought.”
“I will.”
Melissa wasn’t quite sure why she said yes, but she had. And Dr.
Glenn had taken the fact that she’d had her book and
run with it. He seemed curious to know if her interest was just an
exploration, a discussion of what might be titillating to read,
rather than an opening into the life. Melissa still wasn’t quite sure
why she said yes. Maybe it was Glenn, or maybe it was just
her own interest in finding out where the books got it right and
where they got it wrong.
Melissa had spent all day, all her one free Saturday month, trying to
figure out what to wear. What was BDSM club
understood this, she tried to broach the subject with them before.
None of them seemed interested in the lifestyle, none of them
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Babrahams of the world, who were simply rolling in money, thought
twice about giving fortunes away. What did he suppose was going to
become of his career as an artist if he stripped himself of the means
of pursuing it?
That, of course, was where she had him. And as they sat side by
side on this golden journey to East Anglia, they divided the forenoon
between admiring the scenery and discussing the problem in all its
aspects.
“You talk of France and Spain and Italy.” The note of scorn was
mellowed considerably by the romance of the occasion. “You talk of
studying the pictures in the Louvre and the Prado and the Uffizi
Gallery.” She had really got to grips with Culture now. With an
indomitable will, an inflexible ambition and a brand new course of
memory training to help her; she was not only learning to remember
outlandish words, but how and when and in what order to use them.
“You talk of Rembrandt and Titian and Velasky, but I’m thinking those
foreign landladies’ll get your size before you can say Knife. My
opinion is you’ll need somebody always with you to see that they
don’t take it off you.”
“Take what off me, Miss June?” inquired His Innocence.
There was a question!
“Your pram, of course, your teddy bear, and your feeding bottle.”
She added the opprobrious term “You Gaby!” not however for the ear
of this Dreamer, but for the benefit of the pleasant town of Malden,
on whose outskirts they were already.
“When you get to Paris and find yourself in the Prado studying
Paul Very-uneasy, you’ll be lucky if you get away with as much as a
bootlace. Mr. Boultby used to say French landladies were awful.”
“Did he,” said the Dreamer; and then with a sudden animation:
“Do you see that water wagtail on the lip of that pool?”
June pointedly ignored the water wagtail.
“You ought to have somebody to look after you when you go to
Paris—somebody who understands the value of money.”
“The less value money has for an artist the better,” said William
the sententious.
“Mr. Boultby would call that poppycock,” said June, equally
sententious.
What William really meant to say was that the less an artist
thought about money the better for his art, that an artist painted
better for love than for filthy lucre and so on, that the great masters
were born poor as a rule and often died poor and that nothing was
so likely as money to distract the mind from the quest of beauty.
These, to be sure, were not his exact words. His thoughts were
clothed more neatly in the William way. But such was the sum and
substance of what they came down to, and June was so pained by
his line of argument that the contents of the luncheon basket on the
opposite seat were needed to sustain her.
After patiently reasoning with such wrong-headedness, she
looked at her watch and found it was one o’clock. As there was
never a sign at present of Crowdham Market, they decided to begin
on what the gods had provided. Egg and tomato sandwiches were at
the top of the basket with a layer of ham underneath, and below that
a most authentic cake with almonds in it; all of which were delicious.
The meal, if anything, was even better than the conversation,
though that also was on an extremely high level. They were very
honourable in their dealings with the luncheon basket. Share and
share alike was the order of the day, with a third share of everything
religiously laid by for Mr. Mitchell whenever he might feel justified in
slowing up to eat it. Even a full third of the basket’s crowning glory
was laid by for Mr. Mitchell—to wit, a large vacuum flask of coffee,
piping hot.
It was a few minutes after two when they reached Crowdham
Market and drew up at the Unicorn Inn. Here, six months ago,
William had discussed the great drought with Miss Ferris, the
landlady’s daughter, one of those high-coloured girls who June could
see at a glance was a minx.
Promising to be back in an hour, which was all that Mr. Mitchell
could allow if they were to be home before the rising of the moon,
June and William, feeling more romantic than ever before in their
lives, set out on a pilgrimage up the High Street. It was the only
street in the town which aspired to a sense of importance; the point
in fact towards which all meaner streets converged. One of these it
was they had now to find.
Alas, from the outset there was a grave doubt in the mind of
William in the matter of his bearings. To the best of his recollection
the old woman’s shop was either the second or third turning up, then
to the left, then across, and then to the left again into an obscure
alley of which he had forgotten the name. That was like him. In
June’s private opinion, it was also like him, although lèse-majesté of
course, to let him know it, to take her to look for a serendipity shop in
a bottle of hay.
William knew neither the name of the old woman, nor the byway
that had contained her, and in the course of half an hour’s
meandering it grew clear to the practical mind of June that she was
in serious danger of having to go without her annuity. Having come
so far it would be humiliating to return with a tale of total defeat; yet
up till now these emotions had been held in check by the romance of
the case.
Mr. Mitchell’s hour was all but sped, when William stopped
abruptly. Light had come. He had hit the trail.
At the corner of the lane into which for the third time they had
penetrated, was an enticing little shop called Middleton’s Dairy. The
sight of it brought back to William’s mind a recollection. Immediately
the picture had been acquired, he went into that shop to get a bun
and a glass of milk. Pausing a moment to wrestle with his sense of
locality, he gazed down the street. The old woman’s store would be
just opposite.
Only a glance was needed to show that the old woman’s store
was not just opposite. The housebreakers had been recently at work
and the decrepit block of which her premises formed a part was
razed to the ground.
Faced by the problem of what had happened to the old woman
the only thing now was to enter Middleton’s Dairy and enquire. They
were cordially received by a girl who in June’s opinion showed too
many teeth when she smiled to be really good looking; who, also, in
June’s opinion, wore corsets that didn’t suit her figure, and whose
hair would have looked better had it been bobbed.
Like Miss Ferris, the landlady’s daughter, this girl seemed to
remember William quite well, which was rather odd June felt, since
he had only been once in the town previously and then for but a few
hours. The inference to be drawn from the fact was that William was
William, and that in an outlandish one-horse place like Crowdham
Market, young men of his quality were necessarily at a premium.
But at the moment that was neither here nor there. And with
equal truth the formula applied to the old woman. However, in regard
to her it seemed, they were now in the way of getting information.
After William, with a certain particularity had described the old
creature and her shop to the girl who kept on showing her teeth
while he did so, he was informed that she was known among the
neighbours as Mother Stark. And the poor old thing, the girl
understood, had been turned out of house and home because she
could no longer pay her rates and taxes.
“Half her side of the Lane’s pulled down,” said June, who now
came into the conversation on a note of slight asperity.
“Oh, yes,” said Miss Smiler, to William rather than to June, “the
site has been bought by a company.”
“Putting a museum on it I suppose,” said June.
“No, not a museum,” said Miss Smiler in a level voice ignoring
June’s irony either because she did not see it, or because she did,
which in any case perhaps was just as well for her.
“A chicken run?” June surmised with a disdainful eye upon a nice
basket of new laid eggs, five for a shilling.
No, the site had not been acquired for a chicken run. Miss Smiler
understood they were going to build a picture house.
June gazed solemnly at William. And her gaze was frankly and
faithfully returned. A picture house on the spot where a Van Roon
had lain hidden and unknown for who knew how many years!
What a world it was! Could Mother Stark but have guessed she
would not have needed a Company to take over her premises.
“What’s become of her? Can you tell us?” said June.
“Had to go to the Workhouse, I believe, poor soul,” said the girl,
who had a good heart.
June looked at William. William looked at June.
“Is the Workhouse far from here—please can you tell us?” It was
William who asked the question.
The Workhouse, it seemed, was not far. In fact it was quite near.
To get there you had only to go to the end of the lane, turn to the left,
cross the recreation ground and the footbridge over the canal, and
keep on bearing to the left and you couldn’t miss it.
“Will it take long?” The question was June’s. And a glance at her
wrist accompanied it.
“Not more than five minutes.”
“Thank you very much indeed. We are greatly obliged to you.”
William it was who brought the conversation to a climax with a lift of
the hat.
LXV
There was only one thing to be done now. Mr. Mitchell’s hour was
up, but there was no help for it. The Workhouse, as the girl had
said—she might, in June’s opinion have had a claim to good looks if
she had not suffered from “a rush of teeth to the head”—was not
more than five minutes away if you followed her instructions.
As June had the matter in hand, the instructions were followed to
the letter and they arrived at the Workhouse without delay. But as
the pile, dark and grim, came into view at the far side of the canal, an
odd emotion suddenly brought them up with a round turn.
A long moment they gazed at the bleak and frowning thing before
their eyes. And then June said with a laugh, “I’m thinking that’s
where you’ll be one day, if you don’t find someone who isn’t a genius
to look after you.”
The words came from the heart, yet William did not appear to
hear them. “Reminds one,” he murmured half to himself, “of that little
thing of Duclaux’s called The Poor House.”
June’s puzzlement was revealed by a frown.
“There’s an exhibition of his pictures just now at the Bond Street
Gallery. Wonderful line. A great sense of mass effect.”
“You can’t tell me,” said June, “there’s beauty in a thing like that—
in that old Workhouse?”
“Duclaux would say so, with that dark cloud cutting across the
gable. And that bend of the Canal in the foreground is not without
value.” He smiled his rare smile which never had looked so divine.
But June was a little afraid of it now. She kept her eyes the other
way.
“Canal,” she said with brevity. “Not without value. I should say so.
As we say at Blackhampton, ‘where there’s muck there’s money.’”
She glanced at her wrist again. Another ten minutes credited now
to Mr. Mitchell’s account.
“Duclaux, I suppose, would see it this way.” The queer fellow
stepped back two paces, put up his hand to shade his eyes and
adjust his vision to look at the Workhouse.
This was Pure Pottiness, the concentrated essence in tabloid
form. However, Miss Babraham had already impressed upon June
the deep truth that genius must be allowed a margin.
A little faint of heart she rang the bell of the gloomy and
forbidding door. The summons was heeded, tardily and with
reluctance, by its janitor, a surly male.
“Can we see Mrs. Stark?” asked June.
“Eh?” said the janitor. He must have been deaf indeed not to
have heard the question in its cool clarity. June repeated it; whereon
the keeper of the door looked her slowly up and down, turning over
the name in his mind as he did so.
“Mother Stark she was called,” said June, for his further
enlightenment. “She sold all kinds of old rubbish at a shop that used
to be opposite Middleton’s Dairy at the top of Love Lane.”
“Mother Stark you say!” Light was coming to the janitor. “No, you
can’t see her.”
“Why not? The matter’s important.”
“She’s been in her grave this two month—that’s why not,” said
the janitor.
“Oh,” said June; and then after brief commerce with the eye of
William: “Has she any relations or friends?”
The answer was no. Mother Stark had had a parish burial.
William thanked Diogenes with that courtesy which was never-
failing and inimitable; and then after one more swift glance at each
other, they turned away, feeling somehow, a little overcome, yet
upheld by the knowledge of being through at last with the matter of
the poor old thing’s annuity.
Returning in their tracks across the canal footbridge, across the
recreation ground, up the lane, past the site of the new picture
house, past Middleton’s Dairy, they entered the High Street, without
haste, in spite of Mr. Mitchell, and with a gravity new and strange, as
if they both felt now the hand of destiny upon them.
Heedless of all the Mr. Mitchells in the universe, they walked very
slowly to draw out the last exquisite drop of a moment of bliss that,
no matter what life had in store, they could never forget. And then for
some mystic reason, June’s brain grew incandescent. It became a
thing of dew and fire. Ideas formed within it, broke from it, took
shape in the ambient air. She might have been treading the upper
spaces of Elysium, except that no girl’s feet were ever planted more
firmly or more shrewdly upon the pavement of High Street,
Crowdham Market.
Four doors from the Unicorn Inn was the most fashionable
jeweller’s shop in the town, perhaps for the reason that there was no
other; and as they came level with the window a spark flashed from
its depths and met an instant answer in the eye of June. Nearly an
hour behind the schedule they were now, yet they lingered one
moment more, while June drew William’s attention to a coincidence.
The vital spark it seemed, owed its being to a gem set in a ring which
was almost a replica of the one worn by Miss Babraham in honor of
its giver, who of course was a gentleman in the Blues.
“It’s as like Miss Babraham’s engagement ring as one pea is like
another pea,” said June in a soft voice.
In the course of their friendship, William had been guilty of many
silences of a disgraceful impersonality; and he was now guilty of one
more. He glanced at the ring with a wistful eye, sighed a little, and
then with slow reluctance moved on. June accompanied him to the
very threshold of the Unicorn Inn. And upon its doorstep of all
places, within hearing of the Office, wherein lurked Miss Ferris, the
landlady’s daughter, he faced about, and then by way of an after-
thought, his head apparently still full of Duclaux, began to stammer.
“Miss June if I go back and get that ring will you—will you
promise—to—to——?”
Miss Ferris was in the Office; the top of her coiffure was to be
seen above the frosted glass. And the Office door was wide open;
June, therefore, gave her answer in a very low and gentle voice.
Her answer, for all that, did not lack pith. “If only you’ll cut out the
Miss, I’ll wear it like Miss Babraham—on my heart finger.”
LXVI
Back they went to the jeweller’s four doors up. To the expert eye of
William, the ring on inspection was so little like Miss Babraham’s
that he seemed to have a qualm about buying it. He had a fancy for
moonstones and diamonds, but Crowdham Market’s only jeweller did
not run to these. June was firm, besides, that the ring in her hand
was cheap at nine guineas, and as no one could call it vulgar, it was
quite good enough.
William was sure it was nothing like good enough. “But when we
get to London, you shall have moonstones and diamonds.”
“That’ll be lovely,” said June; and a deep thrill ran in her heart as
she realized that her dreams were coming true.
William took a wad of Bradburys from his breast pocket. He was
now a man of property, with a rent roll of twelve hundred a year, but
even a most careful counting would not let them muster more than
seven. June, however, as became the lawful owner of an Old Master,
whom to acquire for the nation a committee had been lately formed,
was equal to the occasion. For she promptly took a wad from the
vanity bag which now graced her travels instead of her mother’s old
purse, and made up the sum.
In the meantime, the jeweller, a man of ripe experience, had put
two and two together.
“Will you wear it, madam, or will you have it packed in the box?”
An unconventional question, no doubt, but places like Crowdham
Market are close to nature and get down to bedrock by short cuts.
“I’ll wear it,” June answered. “And I’ll have the box as well. It’ll do
for my dressing table to keep pins in.”
The jeweller, one of the old school, bowed to June as he handed
her the box and also the change. And then, a jeweller with a fine
technique, he smiled at William in a Masonic manner and handed
him the ring.
June, as cool as if she was on parade, removed a white kid glove
from her left hand. “That’s the heart finger,” she said.
If she blushed a little, the jeweller was too busy writing out the
receipt at the other end of the shop to be aware of the fact.
LXVII
They decided to ask Miss Ferris, the landlady’s daughter, for a cup
of tea, before they set out on the journey home. June felt she
could afford to take the risk, since by now the situation was well in
hand. Mr. Mitchell raised no objection. Himself an ampler man for a
noble lunch, he had been recounting tales of Araby and lands of fair
renown in the privacy of the Office. His suit of Robin Hood green and
a certain gallantry of bearing had made considerable impact in an
amazingly short time, not upon Miss Ferris merely, but upon her
widowed mother, the sole proprietress of the Unicorn Inn, who in the
words of the local manager of the East Anglia and Overtons Bank
“was the warmest woman in Crowdham Market.”
While Mr. Mitchell (Sergeant, R.E., D.C.M. with clasp), and the
widow were in the garden admiring the early pansies, June and
William sat down to tea in the coffee room. Even there the contiguity
of Miss Ferris had rather a tendency to cramp June’s style. High-
coloured girl, she was a little inclined to take liberties as she passed
around the table. And when June, in her sweetest and best Miss
Babraham manner, asked if they might have some crab apple jam,
she caught the glint of the ring on June’s heart finger in a way so
direct that she murmured something about having to look out for her
eyesight—or words equally ill-bred—and nearly dropped the tea pot.
By the time they got under way and the nose of the car was set
for the pleasant land of Surrey, a doubt infected the mind of Mr.
Mitchell as to whether they would make Homefield before midnight.
Neither June nor William seemed to care very much whether they
did or whether they didn’t. The car was most comfortable, the sense
of romance hot upon them still, the presence of each other vital and
delicious in their consciousness. Mile passed upon mile. The endless
spool of road continued to unwind itself, a little wind breathed gentle
nothings, Mr. Mitchell sat four-square in front, the birds still sang, but
the sun was going down.
Saying very little, they lived never-to-be-forgotten hours. Now and
again William pointed to a bird or a tree, the fold of a hill, the form of
a cloud, the gleam of a distant water. Yet for the most part the
nearness of each other was all sufficing. June began to nestle
closer; the chill of night came on. Saying less than ever now,
moonstones and diamonds stole upon her thoughts. She was
haunted by a lovely fear that she could not live up to them. And then
softly and more soft, she began to breathe with a rhythmical rise and
fall, slowly deepening to a faint crescendo that blended with the
motions of the car.
East by west of nowhere came the high moment when the sun
was not, and the moon not yet. Somewhere over Surrey a star was
dancing. Very shyly and gently he ventured to give her a kiss. She
stirred ever so little. A bird spoke from a brake, a note clear and
wonderful, yet the month was young for the nightingale. But this was
Cloud Cuckoo Land, a divine country in which the nightingale may
be heard at odd seasons.
Psyche stirred again. With a reverence chaste and simple he
gave her a second kiss, deep and slow. The solemn sacrament was
fire to the soul of an artist. And then he gave a little gasp. The high
gods in his brain whispered that the moon was coming.
The moon was coming.
Yes, there she was, the sovereign lady! He sat very still, praying,
praying that he might surprise some holy secret, hidden even from
Duclaux.
She was very wonderful to-night. Her loveliness was more than
he could bear. There was a touch of intimacy in her magic; the
country over which she shone was elfland. He seemed to hear a
faint familiar sound of horns. Or it might have been the swift gliding
of the car.
In the quietness of the spirit’s ecstasy he could have wept.
Might it be given to Duclaux to see her, lovely lady, just as he
could see her now!
But he mustn’t dare to breathe or the vision would be forever lost.
THE END
NOVELS BY J. C. SNAITH
ABBÉ PIERRE
By JAY WILLIAM HUDSON
This charming novel of life in quaint
Gascony is proving that a novel that is a work
of truest art can be a best seller of the widest
popularity.
WAY OF REVELATION
By WILFRID EWART
A realistic novel of the great war which
presents with startling truth and accuracy the
effect of the conflict upon a group of intensely
interesting characters.
THE MERCY OF ALLAH
By HILAIRE BELLOC, Author of “The Path to
Rome,” etc.
A brilliant and highly entertaining satire on
modern business, which tells of how
Mahmoud, by the Mercy of Allah and his own
keen wits, accumulated a vast fortune.
THE RICH LITTLE POOR BOY
By ELEANOR GATES, Author of “The Poor
Little Rich Girl,” etc.
A whimsical, humorous fantasy of a poor
little boy’s search for happiness.
MOTHER
By MAXIM GORKY. Introduction by Charles
Edward Russell.
Wide interest is being displayed in Gorky’s
story of Russia before the Revolution.