4 months later…“Wow, Lacey, hungry?” Sue snickered above the small half wall that separated our cubes.I looked up but continued to chomp away on my pretzels, giving a small shrug to my coworker. “Seems to be an hourly thing lately.”She chuckled. “I remember those days.”It was true. In the last few weeks my hunger had kicked in to overdrive. I’d gained five pounds in the last two weeks alone. The second trimester seemed to be making up for the lack of food I was able to consume during the first. If it didn’t slow down, I was going to end up a whale by the time the baby arrived.The thought stopped me, the pretzels suddenly very unappealing. I tossed the bag onto my desk in disgust and frustration.Six didn’t know.I had no way to contact him and hadn’t seen or heard from him since he left.So, there I was, all alone in Florida. Pregnant. Scared out of my damn mind.My family thought I was dead, and it was better that way. Paisley Warren died the moment Six b
Sooo … This might be cheating as Six was written in 2016 and doing this is new to me, but here goes.If you’re reading this you’ve finished my sociopath. You made it to the end alive!! If you love him, that’s okay, it’s not a bad thing. Many others love him as well. You’re in good company.When I set out to write Six it was to push myself. I wanted dark and gritty and an anti-hero who didn’t soften. Well, Paisley didn’t exactly go along with that whole dark hostage vibe, now did she? Honestly, she had me cracking up. Her snark and sarcasm in the literal face of death had me in tears sometimes.I have to admit, no offense to my other titles (“I love you all!” she says, knowing they’re not real, but she’s getting dirty looks from the characters in her mind) but this was my favorite book to write. Make no mistake, it was hard. It had rough patches, but Lacey and Six were a challenge and so different and interesting. I didn’t hold back. I let it take ever
First and foremost… Thank you to everyone for taking a chance on this book and me. Without you, I wouldn’t be able to do what I love.Next up on the thank you train is to my poor, neglected husband. I have left him alone many a night, shut in my office when he got home, so I could work. He’ll never read this, but I love him.My assistant Kaylee who tirelessly worked on graphics and marketing. Stayed up late to talk things out and bounce ideas off each other. Who didn’t get too mad when I constantly teased her.To Dani for supporting Six and for her wicked dream. It made for a badass addition.Carol for allowing me to tease her for weeks on end and giving me great feedback.T for her excellent catches and thought inducing insight. Also, for helping me to make this piece of unbelievable fiction more believable.Vanessa, for understanding that I will never understand some things. And her cohort Manda, for helping me fix things I didn’t
K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.WebsiteFacebookTwitterInstagramGet my Newsletter
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SixCopyright © K.I. LynnThis book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.Cover design by Lori Jackson DesignsEditorVanessa BridgesMarti LynchPublication Date: June 6, 2016Genre: FICTION/Romance/SuspenseCopyright © 2016 K.I. LynnAll rights reserved
Right and wrong.Morals.Good versus evil.All things I was taught as a child. Sides I persevered to belong to based on what society said, what the church said, you needed to be a decent person. These shaped me into the adult I’d become.Bad people do bad things, but I never questioned why they did them. I never delved into the psychology of evil.Politeness, manners, and courtesy made friends. Without them, the world was your enemy. Everyone lives with a charade for the public eye, acting the way a civilized person does.But not everyone is civilized.Monsters are real.And they have their own version of the world.I should know, I was kidnapped by one. Dragged down into the pits of their hell.Changed.Altered.Forced to do anything to survive.
I looked like a vampire.Maybe a zombie.The vial was mocking me. In the slim reflection of the plastic, my dark-circled eyes looked back at me. I placed the vial into the centrifuge and sat back, rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands, pressing in.Zombie it was.How long had it been since I’d slept?Twenty-two hours? What day is it?I’d done countless blood chemistry analyses, trying to catch up on the backlog.“Paisley, do you have the blood work done for Dr. Patterson?”My head fell back, and I got an upside down view of Marcy, my boss. She stared at me with her unconcerned brown eyes, freshly woken and showered.She looked a lot like a pig from my skewed view. Not that she was. She was a damn good boss, friendly and helpful. Granted, I was the best technician the medical examiner’s office had. Four years of college with a degree in biology went a long way. Which was one reason why I was still processing samples almost twenty hours after walking through the doo