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ONE TO SAVE - Exclusive Excerpt #2
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☆☆☆ EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT ☆☆☆
ONE TO SAVE
by Tia Louise
(c) TLM Productions, 2015
*subject to change*
Release Date: March 26, 2015
Melissa
My little boy’s heartbroken cries grow louder, and I drop to the floor beside Elaine who’s trying to comfort him. He’s rubbing his eyes, and I look around at what looks like scattered photo prints he knocked off the desk. I’ll have to clean this up.
“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper, shushing him as he pulls my shoulders and buries his face against my chest. “He’s only scared, not hurt.” I glance up at Elaine. “Did you find what you were looking for?”
“No,” she says, but her voice trails off. She’s on her knees collecting the photos and looking at them, eyes wide.
“What is it?” I reach out and take one of the prints from her. Turning it over, I have to blink twice to understand what I’m seeing. She hands me another, and my heart starts beating faster. My breath comes in pants as the images click together. I realize what I’m seeing, or rather who I’m seeing.
“Oh my god,” I whisper as my hands tremble. I feel my stomach turn like I might vomit.
Dex is still clutching my arms, and I hold my lips, take a slow breath and try to calm myself. Breathe, Melissa, breathe… Leaning forward, I pick up another photo and notice my hand is trembling.
The images are horrible—a dead man, his face a sick grey color, and his neck bent in an unnatural angle. He’s lying on the floor in what appears to be a dark, hotel conference room.
“It’s…” But everything tilts. The room seems to move out, away from me, and I’m afraid I might faint.
I can’t finish my sentence. It doesn’t matter because my friend whispers it for me. “It’s Sloan.”
Lane makes a loud engine noise from the front, and Dex releases me, running to see what his friend is doing. I can’t move. I can barely breathe. I’m paralyzed and numb—and confused. I don’t understand why I’m reacting this way, why I’m so terrified.
My voice shakes like my hands. “Why do they have these?”
Clearly, he was murdered in some gruesome manner. No. I stop myself. I’m jumping to conclusions. Maybe he had an accident. Could he have fallen? But from where? And how?
This is why Derek has been so preoccupied. Rising to stand, my light-headedness almost makes me fall. Dropping all but one print, I catch the side of the desk.
“Melissa?” Elaine jumps up and holds my arm. “Are you okay?”
“I have to talk to Derek.”
“Of course.” Her face is lined, and she holds my arm as we head back out to the front. “Come on boys. Lane, get your truck. Hold my hand, Dex.”
It feels like a thick fog is wrapping around me, clouding my vision. Derek doesn’t want me to know about this… But why? I’m afraid I know the answer without needing to ask.
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☆☆☆ EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT ☆☆☆
ONE TO SAVE
by Tia Louise
(c) TLM Productions, 2015
*subject to change*
Release Date: March 26, 2015
Melissa
My little boy’s heartbroken cries grow louder, and I drop to the floor beside Elaine who’s trying to comfort him. He’s rubbing his eyes, and I look around at what looks like scattered photo prints he knocked off the desk. I’ll have to clean this up.
“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper, shushing him as he pulls my shoulders and buries his face against my chest. “He’s only scared, not hurt.” I glance up at Elaine. “Did you find what you were looking for?”
“No,” she says, but her voice trails off. She’s on her knees collecting the photos and looking at them, eyes wide.
“What is it?” I reach out and take one of the prints from her. Turning it over, I have to blink twice to understand what I’m seeing. She hands me another, and my heart starts beating faster. My breath comes in pants as the images click together. I realize what I’m seeing, or rather who I’m seeing.
“Oh my god,” I whisper as my hands tremble. I feel my stomach turn like I might vomit.
Dex is still clutching my arms, and I hold my lips, take a slow breath and try to calm myself. Breathe, Melissa, breathe… Leaning forward, I pick up another photo and notice my hand is trembling.
The images are horrible—a dead man, his face a sick grey color, and his neck bent in an unnatural angle. He’s lying on the floor in what appears to be a dark, hotel conference room.
“It’s…” But everything tilts. The room seems to move out, away from me, and I’m afraid I might faint.
I can’t finish my sentence. It doesn’t matter because my friend whispers it for me. “It’s Sloan.”
Lane makes a loud engine noise from the front, and Dex releases me, running to see what his friend is doing. I can’t move. I can barely breathe. I’m paralyzed and numb—and confused. I don’t understand why I’m reacting this way, why I’m so terrified.
My voice shakes like my hands. “Why do they have these?”
Clearly, he was murdered in some gruesome manner. No. I stop myself. I’m jumping to conclusions. Maybe he had an accident. Could he have fallen? But from where? And how?
This is why Derek has been so preoccupied. Rising to stand, my light-headedness almost makes me fall. Dropping all but one print, I catch the side of the desk.
“Melissa?” Elaine jumps up and holds my arm. “Are you okay?”
“I have to talk to Derek.”
“Of course.” Her face is lined, and she holds my arm as we head back out to the front. “Come on boys. Lane, get your truck. Hold my hand, Dex.”
It feels like a thick fog is wrapping around me, clouding my vision. Derek doesn’t want me to know about this… But why? I’m afraid I know the answer without needing to ask.
* * *
PRE-ORDER ONE TO SAVE NOW:
Amazon: http://smarturl.it/OTSA
iTunes: http://smarturl.it/OTSi
Google Play: http://smarturl.it/OTSG
Kobo: http://smarturl.it/OTSK
ARe: http://smarturl.it/OTSAR
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