Shay
Morgan has stayed hidden for a long time. Living a reclusive life in Earth’s
End, Alaska,
she’s as far away as she can get from the trauma of her childhood and the man
who hurt her long ago. But terror takes over Shay’s life yet again when an
unknown stalker steals away the fragile peace she’s built for herself—targeting
not only her but the one man who’s ever managed to get past the walls she’s
built around herself.
Elliot
Winter has lived through being falsely accused before—it ruined his military
career. Now it’s happening all over again. And this time, his accuser is a
twisted impostor who’s targeting his ex-girlfriend, Shay. Despite a fierce
mutual attraction, Shay and Elliot broke up because Shay couldn't let her guard
down, couldn't let Elliot in. But now they both need to trust each other to
confront a psycho who seems to know all their secrets.
Excerpt:
“You should have worn
that skirt.”
“What skirt?” she
asked absently as she stared at the emails that had amassed in her inbox. She
had a headache, just thinking about dealing with them.
“That long denim one
you like so much,” he said, glancing in the rearview mirror before cutting over
into the other lane.
Frowning, she looked
over at him. “Why should I have worn it?”
“Because if you had…”
He laid a hand on her thigh, then slid it up until he was cupping her in his
hand.
She gasped, sagging
back in the seat. Her lids drifted down low and she muttered, “Oh…”
“Would have made the
drive a lot more interesting,” he teased.
Swallowing, she let
her chin drop down to her chest as he rubbed the heel of his hand against her.
Yes…yes, it would definitely have done that. “Well, it’s definitely a better
option than going through email.”
He teased her for
another few seconds and then pulled away. “Yeah. Too bad you didn’t wear the
skirt.”
Shooting him a dark
look, she shifted in the seat. A hollow ache throbbed down low in her belly and
she ended up crossing her legs just to ease it a little. “That was mean,” she
muttered.
“Then why are you
smiling?”
Absently, she touched
her lips before looking back at her phone. “I’m plotting my revenge.”
“I can’t wait.” He
glanced at the phone. “What has you glaring at the phone so hard?”
“Email,” she muttered
glumly. “Lots of it.”
They lapsed into
silence, him playing navigator while she dealt with all those messages.
I hope you’ll understand, but I’m unable to ....
I hope you’ll understand but there’s been some confusion—the
Facebook page wasn’t mine…
After about ten of
those, she hit a spate of regular emails and breathed a little easier. It was
much easier to respond to those. Up until she hit one that wasn’t an email.
It was a picture.
Just looking at it—
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