Sarah, a young Mormon bride, is caught between the dashing Beckam, the wealthy Joseph, and the alluring sister-wife Elizabeth. Losing her innocence, what will she do in a world filled with danger, mystery and sex?
Sarah is a Mormon pioneer coming of age in a polygamous family during the 1880s and she finds herself desperately wanting a husband. She loves the dashing, yet unestablished, bachelor Beckam, but her parents force her to marry the wealthy and powerful Joseph instead. He already has two wives, a family and is well-known in the community. Sarah quickly learns to fear her forceful, unfeeling husband, all the while developing an all-too-close relationship with the alluring sister-wife, Elizabeth.
Sarah discovers a heart-pounding sexual awakening, meanwhile children go missing and a murder confession deepens the mystery behind Joseph. How many will have to die before the mystery is resolved? A horrific, stunning climax reveals a decent lie you won't soon forget.
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Chapter IV - The Rendezvous
I had never been in a bed with hardly anyone before, much less a man, and all I could do was stare at Beckam. I could not see him really well, as the only light I had was what little the moon was giving off, coming through the window to my right.
However, Beckam had sat to my left so that I could see him really well. I had asked him to remove his boots and we had thrown them outside, in the hopes that I didn't get much mud in the room. Also, I took a big chance and asked him to remove his trousers before he got into bed. I knew they had mud on them.
I was dressed in my nightgown and undergarments. They were snow white and I did not want mud on them either, though I didn't want to say anything about that at this point.
So now I had a full-grown man in my bed in only his shirt and undergarments. He said we were really taking chances with this, but I told him that if my mother found mud in the bed, she would have known that someone was there.
For a while, we just sat quietly, and stared into each other's eyes. His eyes shown enough in the moonlight that they appeared to glow. I could also see the shadow of that hard chin line against his neck as I followed it down to his shirt. I wondered what it looked like underneath.
My eyes continued to wander down his shirt and then I got to the undergarments. I could barely make out the trousers in the moonlight. It was then my eyes caught the excess protrusion in his trousers. I didn't know what to do or say about it. Beckam saw me looking at it.
"Please don't look at me!" he begged outright, breaking our silence. He attempted to cover himself there.
"I am sorry," I replied. "I have really never had a man in here before. My father doesn't even come in here much. No one has ever been in this bed but me!"
A wolf howled in the distance again. The wind whispered against the windows. A blackbush scratched its salty branches against one of the back walls.
"Well I wanted to talk to you about marriage and I am desperate!" Beckam spoke defiantly. "I don't want to marry Sally. I want to marry you. My parents are pushing me very hard.
"You have a radiance about you, Sarah! You have beautiful blue eyes, the color of the warm summer sky as it brightens my day. And your hair is the color of the golden leaves of fall, as they adorn the trees with beauty, in the hope that they may stave off the feared cold of winter!
"You are small, and I know that you have said that some look down on you for that. But to me, there is perfection in this, for I am able to gaze perfectly upon you, from above, and see the sweetness and allure that God Himself has bestowed upon you, with your lovely, slender, but sturdy, shoulders and arms, and your small hands, large enough to hold our babies, should we be blessed with them.
"I long to kiss and nurture your fragile neck and make it mine. I am in awe of your delicate waistline, and still, you have been bequeathed an ample bosom that makes me yearn so much for your loveliness.
"The angelic curve of your hips at just the right point makes your entire look complete and I can reflect down upon you, from a height, that God arranged. Yes, I do feel, that God wants us to be together.
"Do you understand how I feel? If not, I should tell you. I feel as if I...I deeply love you."
With these words, he began to lean back in the bed, and I followed suit. I put my hand on his chest and I could tell he really enjoyed it. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
He leaned forward toward me and I brought my head to him. His lips met mine and I began to feel his warm breath against my face.
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S.E. Steele has been reading and writing for many years, but with this love of writing and the encouragement of friends, has decided to make this first book "A Decent Lie" public to the world.