Series: The Pope Family Trilogy #2
Elizabeth’s own mother didn’t even care enough to save her from abusers. Now,
she’s old enough to seek revenge on the game’s creator, the criminal most
responsible for her woes.
she tries to deal with the situation alone. But Tony might be her only hope.
Strong, capable, reliable he’s going to protect her even if it means giving up
his own life.
reconnect, the game’s players hijack their destiny. Can she maneuver through
the trauma of facing her past transgressor? Or will she risk it all to get her
retribution on the monster that otherwise will never leave her alone?
out of my memorable dream of my first kiss with Tony. “Shit!” Shaking the
cobwebs out of my brain, I look around and shudder at the memory of where I am.
The ugly cast iron bathtub still sits across the grimy mosaic tile floor on
which I sit propped against the shelves in the warped particleboard vanity. To
my right, the toilet’s been denied a cleaning for a very long time. And to my
left is the bolted door that keeps me sequestered in this prison.
woke me, there’s silence now so I climb up onto the vanity to get a look out of
the transom window. My legs shake from my awkward position. I hold my balance
with my fingers on the edge of the cloudy glass layered with caked-on dirt,
then tilt my head so I can see out the crack. The exterior door is closed, and
I can’t see anybody in the apartment. But something is not the same as before
Marcus locked me in the bathroom. There’s a bag of take out food on the card
table that suggests he’s returned. I stretch my torso to get a better view of what’s
right up near the door I’m behind. To my surprise, someone is on their knees
over a man supine whose hand reveals a familiar skull tattoo. A cramp travels
up my neck, and I straighten abruptly to lessen the pain. While I instinctively
bend my head down to rub the back of my neck, my eyes focus on a river of blood
that flows into the bathroom from under the door. I freeze in shock as I watch
it slowly puddle into the voids where mosaic tiles went missing long ago.
just outside of Chicago, she now resides in Arizona living out her dream of a
life from which she never needs a vacation. She and her husband of thirty-two
years have two daughters who are the most important part of their world.
Theresa’s big Italian family extends throughout the country with a rich and
flavorful history. Much of that history spurs ideas for the stories she
creates. Make sure you visit the Art
Imitates Life in the back of every one of her books. It’s fun to see where
ideas are born.