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Continue your Lust & Lies journey

with an excerpt from

Carnal Vengeance

Excerpt from

Carnal Vengeance

Lust & Lies Series

Book 4

by

Marilyn Campbell

USA Today Bestselling Author

CARNAL VENGEANCE

Praise & Accolades

“A stunning novel of love, lust, and lethal vengeance!

~
Judith Kelman
, author of Someone’s Watching

“Readers can’t go wrong… one of the juiciest revenge plot novels to hit the stands.”

~
San Francisco Chronicle

“A diverting story of obsession and vengeance.”

~
Orange County Register

“Thoroughly entertaining…a fast-paced story that blends mystery and romance.”

~
Fort Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel

“Campbell once again demonstrates her powerful storytelling ability as she unleashes a riveting, intense, and chilling tale of justice denied, vengeance, and murder.”

~
Rave Reviews

“Mizz
Wallace, did you, or did you not,
willingly
take Senator Ziegler’s penis into your mouth on more than one occasion?”

Holly Kaufman gaped at the elderly man on her television screen. The camera zoomed in for a close-up of Cheryl Wallace, a somewhat attractive, big-boned brunette who could not quite conceal her outrage as she replied. “Senator Manson, I am not on trial here—”

“Perhaps not, but neither is Senator Ziegler. I’m sure you are aware that by coming forward at this hearing with your strong accusations against the good senator, you have placed
your
morals under public scrutiny as well.” The camera left Cheryl Wallace to pan each face of the all-male committee.

“I might remind you,” Senator Manson continued in a superior voice, “that we are judging the fitness of our distinguished colleague for a cabinet post and any aspersions cast on that fitness must be thoroughly examined. Now, please answer the question.”

While Miss Wallace leaned toward her attorney, a bespectacled woman about the same age as she, the camera focused on a dark-haired man sitting with his lawyers, apart from the Senate committee. Holly’s chest tightened with remembered panic as she recognized Tim Ziegler. His intent, concerned expression altered to one of relief the moment Cheryl Wallace began her response.

“Timothy Ziegler and I had been intimate… on more than one occasion… prior to the events detailed earlier. I already admitted that. I see no reason to get more explicit.”

“Aah, but you found it necessary to be exceedingly explicit when you related your side of the story. Nevertheless, I believe your evasiveness speaks for itself.
Mizz
Wallace, there are many people in this great country of ours who consider oral sex a sin; it is, in fact, a
crime
in certain states. Your willing performance of such an act constituted lewd and lascivious behavior on your part. That, combined with your history of alcohol and drug use—”

“Objection!”

Holly paused the recorded program with her remote but her gaze remained on the screen for long seconds after it froze. She thought she had put the nightmare firmly behind her. Yet, in a matter of minutes, it had lurched back into her mind as if it had been last night rather than twenty-one years ago—one year prior to the incident Cheryl Wallace was testifying about.

When she had learned that the hearing was to begin that day while she was at work, she had set it to record so that she could at least scan some of the highlights when she had time. As an environmental lobbyist living in Washington, D. C., Holly had to stay informed of the gossip as well as the facts of current affairs, even when it was personally distasteful.

No one had expected any problems with the President’s selection for the next Secretary of Housing and Urban Development. Pennsylvania State Senator Timothy Ziegler had already gained the support of some powerful liberals by vocally supporting several bills that would make more housing available to lower-income families. He was a devoted husband and father and his constituents praised him. He was practically perfect.

Except for that time in college that had been forgotten by everyone but the small group of those directly involved.

Because Cheryl Wallace could never forget what Tim Ziegler had done to her, she had decided to dredge up the past rather than see him rise one step higher on the political ladder.

And because Holly Kaufman was not quite ready to dwell on how Tim Ziegler had damaged her own life, she rewound the recording to listen to Cheryl Wallace’s account once more.

* * *

“It was twenty years ago, and I had just turned eighteen,” Cheryl Wallace began in a quiet, somewhat shaky voice. “I was a freshman at Dominion University in New York. Tim was a senior. We met at a party. We had been dating about a month before the, uh, incident.”

“Pardon me for interrupting,” Senator Manson said politely. “But there are certain facts I believe should be brought to light before you recount your entire story. Approximately how many times did you go out on dates before the
alleged
incident?”

“Five, maybe six.”

“Would you say these were casual, friendly dates, or did you become… intimate?”

Cheryl paused for advice from her attorney. “Intimate.”

The senator raised an eyebrow at her. “On which date did you and Senator Ziegler consummate your relationship?”

She glanced at her attorney then murmured, “I don’t remember.”

“Oh? Perhaps if you think a little harder you’ll recall that it was the night of the party when the two of you first met. Of course, I understand there was a lot of drinking at that party and some drugs were available. Is it possible that you were too intoxicated to remember what happened that night?”

Taking a deep breath, she replied, “A lot of kids, away from home for the first time, get a little wild.”

“I see. Were you a virgin the first time you and the senator had sexual intercourse?”

“I don’t see—” Her attorney touched her hand and she started again. “No, but he was only the second one—”

“Of course, of course,” Manson cut in, but his expression clearly indicated he didn’t believe that for a minute. “Please continue.”

It was obvious that his effort to unsettle Cheryl had worked and her attorney turned the table microphone toward herself. “In all fairness to Miss Wallace, what she is about to relate to this distinguished committee is extremely upsetting. We would appreciate the courtesy of your allowing her to finish her statement before any further questions are asked.” Senator Manson nodded and the attorney turned the mike back over to her client.

What little composure Cheryl had begun with was completely gone. Her nervousness manifested itself in a quaking voice and trembling hands but she was determined to say her piece.

“One night, after we had been dating about a month, we went to a party. There wasn’t much going on, so we had a few drinks then went back to his fraternity house. Most of the brothers were there, working their way through a keg of beer. We sat around with them for a while before Tim took me up to his room. I… I had too much to drink. I knew it. I had a hard time getting up the stairs and told Tim I just wanted to sleep it off. But he talked me into smoking a joint. Said he’d been saving it for a special occasion.”

It took her a moment to continue. “Although I told him I didn’t feel good, he was determined to have sex. I remember him pulling my clothes off and entering my body without my consent or participation, but I was too intoxicated to put up any resistance. I’m not certain exactly when I passed out but something made me wake up again. At first I thought it was Tim on top of me but then I heard his voice beside me. I turned my head and saw him sitting there, holding my hand. The room was filled with his fraternity brothers. Besides the one… having intercourse with me, there were eight others, some with nothing on, some with just their pants open and their… privates exposed. They were… fondling themselves… getting ready.”

Her voice cracked and she swallowed hard several times before she was able to go on. “I told them no. I didn’t want that. It was as if they didn’t hear me at all. I tried to push the one on top of me away but I couldn’t seem to coordinate my mind with my body. I was crying and begging for Tim to stop them but he only squeezed my hand tighter and said…”