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Craving Candy
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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
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Craving Candy
ISBN # 1-4199-0883-9
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Craving Candy Copyright© 2006 N.J. Walters
Edited by Mary Altman.
Cover art by Syneca.
Electronic book Publication: December 2006
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is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
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The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This story has been
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A WAKENING D ESIRES :
C RAVING C ANDY
N.J. Walters
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my wonderful husband, whose support and
encouragement still continues to grow after all these years.
Thanks to all the readers who have written to tell me how much they have loved
this series and wanted to make sure I didn’t plan to leave Lucas out.
And thank you to Mary. As always, I appreciate your hard work and your
encouragement.
Craving Candy
Chapter One
It was the screams that woke him.
He’d come home from working a double shift at the grocery store, totally
exhausted, and had fallen into bed immediately. For once, the house had been blessedly
silent. The money was starting to accumulate in his bank account and in less than a
month he would be moving out of the cramped, cheap, squalid apartment he’d called
home his entire life and into his own place. His life was about to begin.
And then the screaming had started.
He thought about pulling the pillow over his head and pretending he couldn’t hear
the male voice yelling obscenities in the other room, but he knew that was impossible.
He’d never be able to rest until he knew his mom was okay.
Sighing, he rolled out of bed, clad only in his boxer shorts. The floor was cold
against his feet, but he didn’t take the time to pull on socks. Sounded like the old man
was really on a bender tonight. He scrubbed his hand over his face, wishing he’d taken
a shower and shaved before he’d fallen into bed earlier.
He paused at the door and listened. Maybe the old man would crash in his easy
chair and drink himself into a stupor. That’s what he did most nights. Only one more
month of this crap, he consoled himself.
“You stupid bitch!” The sound of glass smashing was followed quickly by a
woman’s cry of pain.
Yanking the bedroom door open, he pounded down the hall just in time to see his
mother crash against the wall, cowering in fear as her enraged husband loomed above
her. She clutched her right hand to her chest and, from the way she held it, he suspected
that it was sprained or broken. It wouldn’t be the first time. Blood dripped from her
nose as she turned her face away.
The world seemed to shift, almost as if it were in slow motion. This scene had
played itself out over and over in this household for as long as he could remember. It
was always the same. The old man would beat his mother or him until he got tired or
some neighbor called the cops, complaining about the noise. The cops would come and
his mother would tell the officers that nothing was wrong.
But tonight, he’d had enough. “Stop it!” He was across the room before he’d really
thought about it and grabbed his father’s arm just as he was about to strike his mother
again. He was tall but scrawny. Certainly no match for his father, who was heavily
muscled—a man in his prime.
He sensed his father’s disbelief as the older man jerked around, and the fist that had
been about to descend on his mother now swung in his direction. Rearing back, he
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