When Charlotte Murphy escapes
from the ruthless serial rapist and killer, Loverboy, she finds herself
completely lost and scared to death. Lost, frightened, recovering, and in the
sights of a brutal killer. In a most odd but clever tactic from the police, they
assign Charlie 24/7 live-in protection; a move that is supposed to comfort her
and make healing easier. Somehow, despite the odds, Charlie finds a refuge in
officer Nick Andrews and in his arms she finds the strength to heal and the
courage to move on with life. Nick finds everything that he wasn't looking for
in Charlie’s eyes and a fight against a killer that becomes personal.
Read an excerpt:
My name is Charlotte Murphy.
Charlotte? Charlotte… No… No, they call me Charlie. I call me Charlie. Everyone
calls me Charlie; they have for years. My head hurts. Bad. I’m twenty-one? I’m
from Indiana. Wait. Where in Indiana? Why can’t I remember? My parents have
lived there all my life. Indiana? Morgantown, Indiana. But, I moved? I don’t
live there anymore. Ugh. Why can’t I move my head? No. I don’t live there
anymore. I live in New York. For…for…? School. For school. I live there for
school. And, I’m a dancer. I’m an instructor for a studio part time. I work
with the younger girls. I can’t move my arms, either. Where am I? Where was I?
It’s black, everything is black. I was leaving school. No. Work? No, I don’t
work until later this week. Why can’t I remember? What was I doing? I was
leaving…something. Somewhere. I’m sore. Everywhere hurts. The party. I was
leaving a party. That’s it. I left the party, because people were acting crazy.
I walked. I walked home. I remember. I cut through Central Park. But then
someone grabbed me. Someone grabbed me hard. They covered my mouth. I remember!
My eyes pop open, and suddenly I’m
greeted by annoying, harsh white lights and beeping noises. I groan softly. My
God, I was right. I was grabbed. Someone kidnapped me. They don’t still have me
do they? They can’t. No. I ran. I got away. I move my eyes around slowly and
realize the only thing that can have beeping noises and such bright lights is
the hospital. I’m in the hospital. I don’t remember getting here. I couldn’t have
gotten here by myself. Could I? I moan again, this time making an attempt to
move my hand. At least, I think I’m trying to move my hand. It hurts, too. My
head, my neck, my arms, my legs, everywhere. Stabbing pains, shooting pains;
pains that I’ve never felt before in my life course through every last inch of
my body. Just how hurt am I? I can feel my heart beginning to pound furiously
deep in my chest. I hear a clicking noise and feet on the floor as the sounds
come closer.
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About Trista:
Trista Jaszczak (jazz-ick) is the author of the
Believe series, retold, and upcoming relaunches, Loverboy, What Lies Inside and
the Darkness Falls series. She is an Air Force spouse and mother to two
mischievous and rambunctious little girls. She is originally from Hamilton,
Ohio but calls home where ever the Air Force sends her. She currently resides
in Anchorage, Alaska where she finds endless inspiration in the pure Alaskan
wilderness. When she isn’t writing, she spends her time with her family in the
vast Alaskan outdoors, plucking away at her old guitar or working on self-improvement
in the gym. She loves the outdoors, the moon, old movies and music.Find Trista online:
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Trista-Jaszczak/e/B004MJDHM8
Website/Blog: http://authortrista.wordpress.
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/
Trista has a giveaway today
Giveaway Prizes
One 1st Place Winner: Paperback Loverboy Handmade Book
Thong (International Gift Card equivalent)
Two 2nd Place Winner: eCopy Loverboy with handmade
Loverboy Bookmark (International OK)
Three 3rd Place Winners: eCopy Loverboy (International
OK)
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