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Violate me ...please slowly ...sensually in whisper and in deed strip me bare until ... there's nothing left but for you to consume my essence and ravage my soul -Fiona- #writing #fionasummerville #words #igpoetry #igpoets

Fiction. The dollhouse : a novel by Fiona Davis. Fiona Davis's debut novel pulls readers into the lush world of New York City's glamorous Barbizon Hotel for Women, where a generation of aspiring models, secretaries, and editors lived side-by-side while attempting to claw their way to fairy-tale success in the 1950s, and where a present-day journalist becomes consumed with uncovering a dark secret buried deep within the Barbizon's glitzy past.

Bones: I wanna own you, I wanna consume you Get all molecular and pass myself through you!

consumed with the cushions// fiona leahy bed room

Feeling the need to exercise some excess energy Ebony offered to help serve at Fiona’s for a dinner party she was throwing. Fiona invites James to the party but doesn’t let Ebony know. James begins to turn down the offer until he hears that Ebony would be attending. An opportunity to do more than just see her arises and he takes it, making sure that he stokes the fire. Finally giving in to pleasure, the passion consumes the both of them.

From an award-winning author: As Scotland fights for freedom against King Henry VIII, orphaned Fiona finds love with a fierce Highland warrior. Will their passion endure — or will the fires of war consume them?

Fiona Davis’s stunning debut novel pulls readers into the lush world of New York City’s glamorous Barbizon Hotel for Women, where a generation of aspiring models, secretaries, and editors lived side-by-side while attempting to claw their way to fairy-tale success in the 1950s, and where a present-day journalist becomes consumed with uncovering a dark secret buried deep within the Barbizon’s glitzy past.

He shook the strings, the harsh sound of plastic rubbing on plastic made him stop with a cringe. "At least he sent you balloons." "Balloon." She corrected, head still on her desk. "The Sorry one came from your mother for your face." "Now wait a minute-" -JuliaKnox