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That would be emotional suicide. I moved away from the romance section quickly, like it might contaminate me somehow. Crime thriller. I'd read a crime thriller. Something with murder and investigations and absolutely zero sexual tension. That was safer. Much safer. I browsed the mystery section and pulled out a book I'd heard good things about. A detective novel set in London. Dark, gritty, complex. Perfect. I carried it to one of the comfortable chairs by the window and settled in. The chair was incredibly comfortable—soft leather that seemed to mold around me. There was a small side table with a reading lamp. A footstool I could put my feet up on.

She jumped by at least a mile. I chuckled at her antsy and uncomfortable mood before saying my request. " You may hand the notepad to me now. I'll check off everything I've looked into and give you a feedback " Still jumpy, she stretches the book to me from a distance. Like my air contained rash poison. And I had a cunny plan in mind. As soon as the book hit my palm before she could retreat, I gripped her wrist with my free hand. Not so tight, but at least enough to hold her.

Observing it he quirked a questioning brow at the title. Murderous case files, a thriller mystery book he had read years ago. Mainly consisting of gore and graphic details of killing he had dropped it, never even getting past the first chapter. If he recalled the very first sentence described a horrific scene of a man who had cut his wife's throat. Many would have stopped reading at the very first scene yet for some reason this woman was so intrigued with the book that she had nearly forgotten she was conversing with me. How interesting. The more I learn about her the more she seems to shock me.

Silence had a different texture now. It felt tactical, purposeful — like the quiet before a tide that would sweep everything away. I sat at the kitchen table with a thin lamp casting a pool of yellow over the papers I’d spread out: names, dates, fragments of conversations, an ugly web that traced back in ugly, familiar lines. The ink on the paper looked small and sane, but the things written there were not. They were seeds of war.

My thoughts kept drifting, pulling me away from the plot and back to the darker corners of my mind. The book was one of those suspenseful thrillers, full of secrets and betrayals, the kind of story that would normally have me hooked. But every twist on the page only reminded me of the real-life twists that had unfolded recently. Every deceit, every bit of violence written so neatly in these chapters felt uncomfortably close to home.

My hands moved mechanically, but my mind wandered, replaying Annalise's words. What does she mean she wasn't here out of fear? Who in their right mind would stay in a suffocating place like this? And who in their right mind would serve a monster like him, willingly? My elbow brushed against a bookshelf, innocuous at first glance, its shelves crammed with leather-bound tomes. A carved eagle's eye caught my attention—a detail too intricate, too lifelike. Curiosity, that treacherous thief, made me press it. A soft click echoed, I initially took a step back when the wall began to tremble and to my surprise the bookshelf slid open like a secret exhaling.

I dived back into my book, a psychological romance thriller that had me on the edge of my seat. I was deep in a tense chapter when the bed dipped under a sudden weight. A familiar, woody scent enveloped me, causing my heart to skip a beat. I moved closer to the heat of his body without looking up, just waiting for a good place to bookmark the page so I could give him my full attention. Slade wrapped his arms around me, his lips trailing fire along my neck as he nipped lightly at my skin. I finally set the e-reader aside and turned to him.

Dated from the day I met Aiden until the day of his arrest. Agent Torres opened it and read aloud: "Day 1: Met Lilith today. She's perfect. I'll make her love me. Then I'll make her mine. Forever." She flipped to the last entry. The day before the warehouse. "They think they've won. But I have one more move. One final gift. When they find it, they'll understand. They'll always be mine. Even from prison. Especially from prison. Because I've left them something they can never escape."

Would this truth be closure enough, or would it open another page? The baby…. STAY TUNED FOR BOOK 2. ALL THE LOOSE ENDS WOULD BE TIED UP IN BOOK 2. MEANWHILE…… Other books by Karlyn Wehlma My Neighbors Desire. Genre : Erotica She was close to her release when she heard his sexy masculine voice. It never registered in her head that he was actually here, watching her the whole time. "I thought you'd never ask." She replied drunkenly. She felt these strong rough palms caress her hips, moving to her butt. He squeezed her butt cheeks really hard.

She had no plans on using it, but if Nora tried anything funny, she wasn't going to hesitate to blast her till her charred, lifeless body was flung the other side of the room like a piece of meat. “Are you awake?” Nora asked. Trisha instinctively held her breath and closed her eyelids as shut as possible. She felt like a kid hiding from the boogeyman except that the boogeyman man in this case walked to her own on the bed opposing Trisha's and sat. “Are you going to pretend you're asleep or do you plan on answering on my third call?” Trisha's heart began beating fast as she opened her eyes. “I'm awake but chose not to answer you,” she snapped as she sat up on her bed. “So what?” There was an