The second book in the Deanna Madden series of standalone erotic thrillers—Do Not Disturb—is coming on 21 April 2015, and today, I have a never seen before excerpt for you… ♥
1. Don’t leave the apartment.
2. Never let anyone in.
3. Don’t kill anyone.
The rules were simple and I broke them.
Now I must face the consequences.
Everyone else must face me.
I push through my door an hour later, wincing when the knob slams into the white plaster with a thunk that sounds of damage. I move past this week’s collection of packages and pull out my cell, dialing a number I know by heart. It is not Wednesday. It is not two o’clock. But I need to speak to him. Need to hear his calming voice and rational thought process. I have done too much. I have gone too far. I am not ready for this. The decision I just made pushes on me with stern, unyielding fingers, shoving my self-worth down into the ground.
He answers and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Deanna? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just…I just need to talk for a moment.”
“It’s daytime. Are you okay?” You shouldn’t be uncontrollable during the day. His unspoken thought only increases my stress level.
“It’s nothing to freak out about. I—just—”
“You what?” Dr. Derek’s voice drops an octave, fully into calm psychiatrist mode, and I relax slightly, examining the key in my hand briefly—a forbidden burst of pleasure shooting through me. I set it on the counter and move to my bed, sinking onto the surface and peeling my shoes off.
“I bought a car.”
“You bought a car.”
“Yes. Jeremy drove me.”
“So…you bought a car. In person.”
“Yes. Was that a mistake?” I let out a long breath, trying to understand why I am shaky. What it is about the last hour that has me so worked up. But I know what it is. It’s the same reason I am calling him now. Because I feel like I’ve gone too far. I’ve accelerated my assimilation to an unhealthy level.
“Why didn’t you ask me this before you bought a car?”
“It was kind of an impulse decision.” And it had been. Purely impulse. A fleeting thought in the shower that I had grabbed with both hands, squeezed with unrestrained glee until its head had popped off, spewing out a new Jaguar that I now have no earthly idea what to do with.
What was my plan? To rejoin the human race? Run errands? Go for Sunday drives? This is my home. This is my safe place. These walls are what have protected me. Protected others from me.
“I don’t like the new path you are taking. I understand that you are tired of isolation—”
“No, you don’t understand. Stir-crazy is a term for a reason. You try to spend three years breathing the same air. Forget killing other people; I’ll start chopping at my own neck pretty soon.”
“Deanna. You were content, you were happy. Four months ago, you were perfectly adjusted and comfortable with the idea of living in that apartment till you were old and gray. What happened? What changed? Why now are you champing at the bit for change?”
Because four months ago I stepped outside. I stepped outside and felt the sun. I kissed a boy. I drove across the country and killed someone. All things I can’t confess to. Can’t discuss with the one man who could help me move past them. “Nothing happened.” I lick my lips and search for an excuse. “I’m just…I don’t know. I changed. Maybe it’s my period.”
The unmentionable period. The one word that causes every man to shut his trap, change the subject, move on and away, ready for anything but to discuss that. Every man except, apparently, Derek.
“Don’t be ridiculous, your period has never had that effect before. Is it Jeremy?”
My stomach clenches. “No. Don’t try to take that away from me.”
“I can’t take anything away from you, a fact evidenced by your continued denial to listen to any of my advice.” His words are terse, and I smile. This is comfortable, this is what I know. Derek preaching, me arguing. I feel a bit of my tension ease.
“Can you take the car back?”
I laugh. “I didn’t ask if it was refundable, but I’m pretty sure the answer to that question is no.”
“You’re enabling yourself. That car is a key to some very dangerous doors. You need to get rid of it. Immediately.”
And just like that, the purchase turns sour. I knew. I knew before I dialed his number. I knew when my heart was racing in the stairway that I’d made a mistake. That I am biting off more than I can chew and that this piece of candy will pull me around by the mouth until it drags me off the cliff and into hell. But hearing the words from his mouth, knowing the wisdom behind them…it cements my f*ckup. Quite possibly my most expensive f*ckup ever. I slump, sliding off the end of the bed and leaning back against the mattress. I listen to Derek’s steady breath, and wish he were here to hold me. Hug me. I bet he’s a good hugger. A good, responsible hugger who makes you feel like he is taking some of your worry with the embrace. I close my eyes.
“I’ve got to go.”
“Deanna—don’t—” He pauses. “Just don’t drive anywhere. Give yourself a few days to think. Promise me you won’t drive till we talk tomorrow.”
I hang up the phone and look at the car key. Lying lonely on a worn linoleum counter. Waiting for something more. A life to explore. I close my eyes, drop my head back against the bed, and feel its pain. Another thing we have in common.
I need to get online. I roll over and push myself onto my feet. Distraction will help.
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The Deanna Madden Series
(standalone erotic thrillers)
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Other Books by This Author
Blindfolded Innocence: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Paperback
Diary of Brad De Luca (novella): Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Paperback
Masked Innocence: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Paperback
End of the Innocence: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Paperback
The Dumont Diaries: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA
Sex Love Repeat: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Paperback
Black Lies: My review | Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Paperback
Tight: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA
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