I barely made it out alive, and even then, I lost the life I knew.
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I was sure my plan would work. That Iād be able to disappear without a trace and leave the past behind me. But when a note appears and reminds me that I cannot run from this kind of evil, Iām forced to figure out how to end this once and for all.
Dragging Claire into this mess with me was never part of the plan, but sheās proven herself time and time again. Iām not sure I can do this without her. Iām not sure I even want to try.
A darkness lingers in both of us and threatens to take hold. I just have to stop it before it drags us down with itāher most of all.
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Excerpt from Tortured Sinner, Book 1
Something visceral convinced my legs to move, to go after this girl who I donāt know. It wasnāt a creepy stalker kind of thing. But more of a she just got here and might get lost thing. A strange rush of protectiveness washed over me when I saw her leave the building and venture out into the world. I already got her to hate me, and that alone might be all the protection she needs, but what if something else happens? Why is my brain telling me itās my responsibility?
If I just confirm she makes it to wherever sheās going, maybe that will be enough.
I keep a natural pace while maintaining some distance between us, completely walking in the direction away from where I really should be going. I glance down at my watch, verifying that my little detour wonāt set me back too much.
The girl’s chocolate brown hair falls down her mid-back, gently swaying with each step she takes. Her arms are crossed over her chest like she might be cold. Or that she’s using it as some kind of barrier from the outside world.
That train of thought makes my protective urges rise even more. I donāt know her name, and yet I have an innate need to shield her from any danger.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
About Tessa
Tessa James is the author of dark contemporary romance. She adores writing broken characters you wonāt help but fall for on their journey to find themselves and fight for what they love. Her stories are for the hopelessly romantic who enjoy grit, angst, and passion.
When sheās not writing, youāll find her consuming way too much coffee, making endless to-do lists, and spending time with her daughter and cats in small-town Ohio.
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