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PENELOPE Security escorted Detective Wallace out, and I watched the door slam shut behind him. I turned slowly to face Christian, who stood exactly where he had before—his hands were shoved deep in his pockets like he was holding something in. “What the hell was he talking about?” I asked, barely above a whisper. Christian blinked, as if startled I’d spoken. “He’s fishing. That’s all.” My eyes didn’t leave his face. “Fishing for what? Christian… did you have anything to do with Daniel Crest’s death?”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR Dave Jeffery is author of 12 novels, two collections and numerous short stories. His Necropolis Rising series and yeti adventure Frostbite have both featured on the Amazon #1 bestseller list. His YA work features critically acclaimed Beatrice Beecham series and Finding Jericho, a contemporary mental health novel which has featured on the BBC Health and the Independent Schools Entrance Examination Board’s recommended reading lists. Jeffery is a member of the Society of Authors, British Fantasy Society (where he is a regular book reviewer), and the Horror Writers Association. He is also a registered mental health professional with a BSc (Hons) in Mental Health Studies and a Ma

Christian scoffed and then looked away, why don’t you tell me your own definition of being stressed out. Never mind, I whispered as I looked towards the water. Christian didn’t bother to nudge me but instead ,he just looked away. As I watched him look away, I couldn’t help but notice how calm he was . There was something about him that I loved so much , something enticing that I couldn't keep off. No man has ever made me feel the things that he does. He was scary but dangerous, every part of him screamed danger. “What would happen if you found out your ex husband never died ?” Christian asked as I turned to look at him utterly surprised that he would say that.

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery

I knew I shouldn’t have left my former alcoholic father with my fragile mom, but the only thing I could think of was just getting out of there. “I don’t have any suspects right now, Officer Gavin. I just want to find whoever did this and put them down before they do worse.” I walked into the house with Christian pacing around the living room while on the phone. Few buttons his shirt was loose, he had folded it by the arms which gave a good view of his biceps. Those same hands that grabbed my thighs, I bit my lower lip as I stood by the entrance daydreaming. Christian had gotten under my skin; I thought I could avoid it but is it still too late?

Hearing her say those words made my heart ache. I always fought with Xena because she never liked Christian. She would always tell me how he gave off a weird kind of aura, how he irritated her, and how he was too close with his ex. Even when she provided photos, I never believed her...I should have cut everything off then. I should have ended it all. Instead, the one dead was me, and I left them grieving. “The someone you all should suspect is Christian. He got everything. Isn't that suspicious?” she yelled, and Christian, at a corner, eyes widened in shock and confusion. Clearly, he was faking it. I scoffed as he walked closer.

Ó Don really started to panic now, but Detective Sparks wasnÕt really interested in him, she was after bigger fish on this fishing expedition. He wasnÕt much of a criminal, just a sleazy lawyer using his name and occupation to worm his way into young unsuspecting womenÕs pants. Her assessment was proven right when he fell for her ploy about knowing his handwriting. He never stopped to ask how that couldÕve been just fell right into the trap sheÕd laid.

I step out of my room and slip quietly down the dim hallway, my bare feet padding softly against the cold floor. I reach the lower level and turn toward the kitchen. I push the swinging door open and step inside. But the moment I step in, my eyes catch someone. Christian. He is standing near the counter, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. The amber liquid catches the pale moonlight streaming through the large windows. My breath catches in my throat. What is he doing down here? My eyes lock onto his chest. Damn… He is shirtless. Completely bare. I have never seen him like this before. He’s always in those boring suits that make him hot as fuck, no doubt, but this… nothing compares to shi

Christian looks at me and asks, "I assume you didn't know your grandfather was a famous anonymous writer." "Not at all," I respond, completely shocked. "Have you heard of Walk Away, When the Night Calls, or Her Beautiful Soul?" he asks, and my jaw drops, as does Max's. All these titles have been best-sellers for years. "He... he wrote all of those?" I stammer, utterly amazed.

Chapter 137: Doubt Creeping In **Christiana’s POV** The drive back from the prison left me unsettled, the weight of my father’s words pressing down on me like a lead cloak. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel, my hands trembling despite my effort to keep a grip, and every honk or screech from the road set my nerves on edge.