Roman has everything he has ever wanted, money, fame, a successful career as a top wrestler in the WWE, and a beautiful 6 year old daughter. Yet with all of his accomplishments he can't seem to meet the strong, confident, self assured woman that he craves instead of the money hungry groupies that seem to be all that he attracts. That is until that one faithful night that he meets her, and she turns his whole world upside down on its axis. You see she is smart, driven, beautiful, loyal, and knows how to grind to get what she wants. To know of her you know her name is Isys. She is an enigma, she is the last of a dying breed and she will defend her friends and family with her dying breath, no questions asked. To them she is simply Izzy and she has learned the hard way to never depend on a man, because if history has shown her anything it has shown her that the minute you fall in love, the minute you let your guard down, the minute you give them access to your heart THAT will be the minute that your world will come crashing down around you. So to keep her world from shattering yet again she has become Ice, building an impenetrable wall of protection around her heart and locking it away and throwing away the key. Will Roman be able to get through her Ice cold exterior to once again warm her heart? Or is she to far gone to let him be the man in her life that even she never knew she still yearned for.

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award