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๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฉ by Abbi Glines releases tomorrow! This is the first book in the Mississippi Smoke Series. Check out this sneak peek!
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Excerpt:
My eyes flew open as my heart slammed against my chest rapidly. It was dark in the room, but the unease that I wasnโt alone felt like icy fingers crawling up my neck. The moon was still high in the sky, which meant I hadnโt been asleep for long. Had I locked the door? I tried to remember, but when Nick had left me here, I hadnโt been thinking clearly. I tried to tell myself Iโd had a bad dream, and that was all this was, but the hairs on my arms were standing up.
Something moved in the corner, and I opened my mouth to scream, not sure that anyone would hear me if I did. The figure was in front of me before the first sound tore from my throat. There was a flash of something shiny as the figure, who had to be a man because of his height and build, lowered himself until his eyes met mine. The sight of the blade in his hand silenced me as I stared at it and then back to him. He had a knife.
There was a man in my bedroom with a knife. Oh, God.
โIโฆ Iโฆ dโฆdonโt have any monโฆney,โ I stuttered out the words. Did he not notice heโd broken into an empty house? Not to mention, it wasnโt the kind of house that looked like it would have anything valuable in it.
The manโs mouth turned up into a sadistic smirk as his light eyes glared at me with pure hatred. I didnโt know this man. I didnโt have enemies. This had to be some serial killer or random psycho.
โNot here for money,โ he replied in a deep voice that, if he wasnโt in my bedroom in the dark with a knife, would beโฆ appealing.
Was he going to kill me for sport? I had to think. What did one say to a psychopath to get them to change their minds? I didnโt have a weapon in this house, which I realized now was very poor planning on my part. That and not making sure I locked the door.
โWhere is your brother?โ he asked.
My brother? Ares? What had Ares done? I knew he hadnโt been hanging out with good guys this past year; okay, fine. They were borderline criminals. Heโd been high more than once when he came home. I couldnโt imagine Ares had done anything to warrant this though. Iโd told him those guys were going to get him in trouble. Heโd laughed at me and rolled his eyes.
โWhich one?โ I asked him, although I knew good and well this was not about Alvin or Dennis.
โYouโve got more than one?โ he asked me.
My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could see a little better. I did a quick study of his face to see if he was familiar. Chiseled face, sharp jawline, short scruffy facial hair, the dark hair on his head was wavy and layered as if it might have curl in it. A bandanna was tied around his head like Rambo. Deep-set eyes that were a lighter color than just mere brown. It was too dark to tell exactly. Tattoos decorated his muscular arms and the hand that was currently caressing the blade of his knife.
Fantastic. I was going to be murdered by a man Iโd have considered hot in any other circumstance.
Blurb:
Calculating, cold, often without emotion was how I was described by those closest to me. I had thought perhaps there was truth to their depiction until this endless searing pain took the place in my chest where my heart used to be. Vengeance now ate away at my soul. The wrath I planned to unleash would make the demons in Hell appear mild.
At least, that was untilโฆ
The twisted crux came in the form of eyes bluer than the sky on a warm summer day, a slightly upturned nose with a scattering of freckles, a pink cupid bow mouth, and a smile that made a manโs knees weak.
The events that brought us here meant I should loathe her existence for eternity, yet my need for her grows with each passing day. Sheโs too young, sheโs vulnerable and broken, but somehow, sheโs not damaged. She was the cause of what had left me with this raging agony, and yet, the balm that eased my soul. Still, I can never forgive the destruction she caused me and those I love.
I had become a mockery of my revenge because holding her at night while she slept was the only thing keeping me sane. Sheโll pay the price through my cruelty, never knowing that while she dreams, I find my solace.
My story begins with my worst nightmare.
And sheโs the reason behind all of it.
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