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DAY - October 15
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Blurb:
Her elusive past didn't worry me,
Her heartbreaking scars never made me cringe,
And her haunting demons only made me a stronger man.
But the day Blake Martin was stolen from me,
I was scared to death.
Prepared to do anything necessary to get her back,
Little did I know it just might cost me my life.
My name is Madden Decker, and this is my story.
TRANSLUCENT
Book 1
Sometimes you reach a
point where you just can’t take any more — a breaking point, some call it.
The day I watched my husband murder the woman who was
pregnant with his child, my point didn’t just break, it exploded like a full
magazine’s worth of hollow points firing through the barrel of a
fully-automatic AK-47.
Literally.
I am no longer his American Princess, nor am I his slave.
Now, I’m a murderer in hiding. My name was Bryleigh Carter
Oliveira, and that was my story.
Translucent is one woman's story of breaking free, starting
over, and learning to trust again through willful submission.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her
husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History at the
University of Houston, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first
instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child.
A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current,
Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels. Her titles published include the
Book Boyfriend Series, the Dusk ‘Til Dawn Series, Translucent, Conspire —
co-authored with SE Hall, Surviving Us, MILF: Wrong Kind of Love and Spark.
Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list
and the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.
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Excerpt
I’m
in shock. We all are. Complete fucking shock. Unable to even process the words
Marshal Doherty just spoke. Words that shred me to my core.
Lies.
It has to be lies. That’s my initial thought, though I know what he says is
one-hundred percent true. He has no reason to be dishonest. He’s shown me the
articles on his phone. It’s her in the pictures. Looking exactly like she did
in the photos inside the hidden envelope in her drawer. Like the one I took and
keep in my desk.
“Who?”
I ask, finally able to manage words. “Who do you think has her? Honestly.”
The
suit-clad man sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, eyeing me with a
circumspect hesitation. If he’s smart, he can sense the desperation oozing from
my pores, and he realizes how dangerously devoted to finding Blake I am. No one
will stop my efforts to find her, especially not after what he just revealed
about her unthinkable past.
“The
first place we’ll look is Chicago,” he concedes, his voice so low it can barely
be heard over the buzz from people around us. “Vincent Ricci has become one of
the most powerful underbosses in America over the past few years, and he has
made no secret he’s looking for the woman who murdered his son. There’s a
pretty price on her head. It may take a couple of days for whoever has her to
get her there, but I’ll have my guys working close to him, keeping their ears
to the ground. The Italians are known for having flashy, extravagant
celebrations when they torture and kill someone they’ve been searching for. A
way to show their entire community what will happen to you if you’re ever
marked as an enemy of theirs. If he has her, we’ll know soon. They’ll want
everyone to know.”
My
stomach rolls, threatening to revolt at the images in my mind of where she
could be.
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