Novels by Roy Williamson

Rachel stood there, frozen, looking at me on the floor. Her eyes were swimming with tears."Bella," she said softly. "Come on. Let's get you up."She reached down, helped pull me to my feet. My knee throbbed where it had hit the floor.I wiped at my face with the back of my hand, smearing makeup everywhere. My chest heaved with sobs I couldn't control."Rachel," I choked out. "Where were you? At the club. You were supposed to be with me. Where the fuck were you when I disappeared?"Her face crumpled."I... Bella, I'm so sorry. I was drunk too. We all were. One minute you were there, dancing with us, and the next... you were just gone. I thought maybe you went to the bathroom, so I waited. But you never came back, so I felt you left" "How long?" My voice shook. "How long before you noticed?""I didn’t check time" She said looking down. "I should've been paying attention. We searched everywhere. Your phone went straight to voicemail. It was like you just... vanished.""Marcus call woke

I stepped into the hallway and the world exploded."BELLA!"My whole body jerked, my hand still gripping the door frame to keep myself upright.No.No, no, no, this couldn't be happening.I turned my head, slow, like if I moved fast enough reality would shatter completely, and there he was.Marcus.My Marcus. My fiancé. The man I was supposed to marry in... I looked at my bare wrist where my watch should be, panic spiking... hours. Just hours from now.He was standing outside, still in his clothes from last night, jeans and the blue button-down I'd bought him for his birthday. His dark hair stuck up in every direction. His eyes were wild, red-rimmed like he hadn't slept.Behind him, Rachel. My best friend since college. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, her face pale and drawn. She was still wearing her dress from last night, the purple one we'd all picked together, but it was wrinkled now, stained with something dark down the front.They both stopped dead when they

I froze, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might break through my ribs.He shifted, rolling onto his back, his arm falling to his side. The sheet slipped lower, exposing more of his chest. Defined. Athletic. A small scar near his collarbone.And then his eyes opened.Grey.Shocking, pale grey eyes that looked silver in the morning light. Cold eyes. But beautiful.He blinked slowly, focusing on me. His expression didn't change. No surprise. No confusion. Just... nothing. Blank.Like he woke up to find strange women in his bed every day.Maybe he did."You're awake," he said. His voice was deep, rough from sleep, with an accent I couldn't place. European, maybe? British? "I was wondering when you'd come around."I couldn't speak. My throat had closed completely. I just stared at him, clutching the sheet tighter against my chest.He propped himself up on one elbow, studying me with those unsettling grey eyes. His gaze traveled over me slowly, deliberately, taking in my disheveled h

The light hurt.That was the first thing I noticed, how the sunlight slicing through floor-to-ceiling windows felt like knives stabbing into my skull. I squeezed my eyes shut, groaning, my mouth tasting like something had died in it.My head throbbed with every heartbeat.Where was I...?I tried to move, but my body felt heavy, wrong. The sheets against my skin were too soft, Not mine. My sheets weren’t as soft as this.I forced my eyes open again, slower this time, letting them adjust to the brutal morning light. My vision swam, doubled, then slowly focused.Cream walls. Modern art, the pretentious kind that's just slashes of black on white canvas. A chandelier dripping with crystals that caught the light and scattered it across the ceiling like broken glass.This wasn't my apartment.My heart kicked once, hard, against my ribs.I pushed myself up on my elbows, and that's when I felt it, the cool air kissing my bare shoulders, my back, my…Oh God.I looked down.Naked. Completely nak