Author Sidda Lee Rain

HATE Sex


I Skye Briar Blake am simply a girl trying to make her way in the world. Corny enough for ya? Well, it’s true though.

Working part time at a diner where most of the patrons are drunken frat boys with an unending appetite for chili cheese fries and the gift of quoting the worst pickup lines known to man and beast. But, at night I make my way to part time job numero dos at Pinkies. Yep, you guessed it…a strip club—rather a gentleman’s club featuring exotic dancers. Better? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

Serving drinks and stocking baskets of stale pretzels was never my life goal or anything but it pays better than the diner and I don’t come home reeking like deep-fried crap.

I’ve actually found a family at Pinkies and that’s something I’m severely lacking.

For the most part I can’t complain…that is I couldn’t until Jaden came into my life, insulted me about my weight, then, screwed me until I couldn’t see straight. Jerk. Makes no sense, right? Try being me.

As if on cue enter Rhett, panty-melting Rhett and he likes me, no, like really likes me.

With two men knocking on my door *heh-hum* so to speak I’m more confused than I’ve ever been and quite honestly I just don’t know what to believe anymore.

This is my story. The good, the bad and the downright wrong—it’s all me and I’ll have to live with the repercussions of my decisions and hope in the end I don’t HATE myself.

Warning: HATE Sex will tick you the f*ck off. Homicidal thoughts may cross your mind revolving around a certain arrogant s.o.b. And, by the middle of the book? You’ll want to dish out a bitchslap of epic proportions to my heroine. GOOD! Hand me a lollipop because all that means is that I succeeded in sucking you into this twisted vortex of sex, hate and possibly love whether you wanted to be sucked or not.


You can HATE me all you want,
               but do it after we...

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Passionate PARTISANS

He’s voting for HIM.
She’s voting for HER.
But, there’s ONE thing they can agree upon.

Feather is a true blue (literally) died in the wool Democrat.
Mr. Kent is Republican like his father, and his father’s
father before him.
There’s next to nothing that these two top advisors for
opposing candidates can agree on…except one.
Their attraction blindsides them both.
After all, there’s no party lines in a king size bed.

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This book is packed full of BOTH parties stereotypes,
misconceptions and downright lies. Okay, the occasional
truth may sneak in between the mudslinging.
*Passionate Partisans* is meant to be a tiny slice of dirty fun in a campaign season we’re all sick of. This short read is NOT
intended to push any political agenda.