Jaxson’s
Song
By
Angie West
Genre:
Romantic Suspense
Book
Description
Some mistakes have far-reaching
consequences, most secrets are better left untold, and bad neighbors can make
your life hell.
If these walls could talk… When
Kate inherits her aunt’s aging Florida home, financial woes and sheer
desperation cause her to set aside a decade-old vow to never again set foot in
the Sunshine State. But Kate will soon find that her new home is full of
shadows and secrets.
Author Bio
I’ve been writing fiction for a
few years now, mostly fantasy and romance. I rescue and raise mini-lop and
lion-head rabbits and I love reading—anything and everything, particularly
romance and new adult written by indie authors.
Website: http://awest2011.wix.com/angiewest
Excerpt
Lindsey,
Last night, I dreamed of her again. But this wasn’t like the other
times at all. Last night, she looked—felt—so real. It wasn’t just some
nightmare…I mean, it was, but it wasn’t like all of the other dreams, reliving
that day and what ended up being her last moments. This was different, Linds.
In this dream, one minute I was in the glass room, alone, and the next thing I
knew, the lights began to flicker in the hallway, and she walked into the room
and stood behind me. It felt like she was really there, and she was so angry…
A
cold chill tracked across the back of her neck, and in the next instant, her
cell phone started to ring. Kate set down the pen and shook her head when she
saw who the caller was.
“Hey, Lindsey.” She cradled the
phone between her neck and shoulder and recapped the pen.
“Well, it’s about time! I’ve
been trying to call you since last night.” Lindsey huffed and puffed. “You
almost had me worried.”
“Are you running?”
“Treadmill,” she exhaled, and
Kate heard a series of beeps on the other end of the line. “Two miles. I’m done
now. So, are you better today?”
“You mean besides the hangover?”
“Oh, well, yeah, I guess so. You
really got wasted last night, huh?”
“Hmm.” Kate scooted her chair
back and stretched, shivering again as another cold chill hit. It was hard to
tell whether it was her hangover playing havoc with her body or just the
house’s natural “cold-blooded temperature,” as she was beginning to refer to
it. Aunt Viola must have shelled out a small fortune on insulation. “It was
just me, Gollum, and a cheap bottle of wine.”
“Gollum?”
“Oh yeah—I almost forgot, we
have a cat now.” Her lips curved against the phone and she blew steam off of
her mug before she took a sip.
“Great. I always wanted a pet…I
think,” Lindsey retorted dryly. “So…seriously? You’re okay? Besides the
hangover?”
Kate
stared for long moments at the letter she’d been composing before she sighed,
crumpled the sheet of paper in hands, and got up to throw it in the trash can
at the other end of the kitchen. “Yeah. I’m fine, really. I think I’m one step
closer to accepting this thing with Lilly.”
“And Chad,” Lindsey
reminded her, a scowl in her voice.
“Yes…Chad.” Kate’s own
eyes narrowed dangerously and for several beats, both women were silent.
“Are you sure you’re holding
your own?” Concern edged out the anger in Lindsey’s voice.
“Really and truly. Don’t worry.
This is all going to work out. I can feel it.” What she felt was a surge of
nausea as she passed by the kitchen window. Through the glass, a radio began to
blare a heavy rock tune. Lindsey started to speak, but static filled Kate’s
ear, obscuring most of her friend’s reply.
She
stood on tip-toe, leaned over the sink, and craned her neck in order to get a
better view of the driveway next door. Her mouth hung open as she watched
Jaxson crank up a portable radio even louder, then prance down his porch steps
toward his ancient car. A button-down crop top was open across his chest and
tied in a knot several inches north of his navel. The fabric clung, wet and
sheer, to his shoulders and arms. A pair of low-heeled silver pumps caught the
sunlight and glistened as he turned to the side and bent down toward a red
plastic bucket.
He
was wearing a thong.
Somewhere
down the street a car honked, a dog barked, and a man yelled what sounded
suspiciously like “put some clothes on.”
“Kate?” The line crackled again.
“I’m fine, Lindsey, but I’m not
getting any reception in here right now, for some reason. I’ll text you later.”
She hung up and shoved the phone into the pocket of her jeans, all without
taking her eyes off of the spectacle taking place in the driveway next door.
“What in God’s name…” She raised a hand to her temple as her head
began to pound in time to the beat of the music.
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