Finding Lost
Deena Remiel
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How could anyone be miserable in paradise?
Carrie Samuels could write a book about it. Far away from her family and
friends, she’s fled to Isla Mujéres hoping to escape a relentless stalker who
knew how to torment and leave no calling card. What started out as a short-term
solution has turned into a long-term jail sentence on a tropical island.
Painfully
handsome, with a killer smile and well-hewn body, Dillon McMahon left his past behind
and plans to spend the rest of his life off the grid on Isla Mujéres, the
perfect place to dig in. Living next door to a sexy, quirky, and mysterious
woman makes it all the sweeter.
When
Carrie and Dillon’s pasts collide with the present, it threatens their budding
relationship and sends them into a maelstrom of danger, abduction, and
attempted murder. Sometimes, no matter how far you run, you just can’t hide.
EXCERPT ©2015
“Change your name, and your hair
color. Then move far away from here and lay low. I’m sorry, but at this point,
that’s the best advice I can offer you.”
Laura slumped in the rickety wooden
seat next to the detective’s desk and pounded her sweaty palms against the
armrests. He couldn’t be giving up on her case! But the truth of the situation
mocked her with every hopeless word the defeated man spoke. Just like all the
others, he’d been bested. One psychopath had managed to render New York’s
finest and a host of private detectives impotent.
“I don’t understand. How can this
monster make my life a living hell day after day and not get caught? How can he
continue to terrorize me like this and not leave any trace of who he is?”
Detective Roberts gnawed on a
sunflower seed and spit the remnants into a paper cup. Had he gotten a little
grayer around the temples since the last time she’d been to the station? “He
knows what he’s doing, how to play the game. I’m thinking he could be one of
us, or someone who’s been in law enforcement. It’s uncanny the way he can do so
much and not slip up. It’s pissing me off.”
“You’re pissed?” she scoffed.
“What about me? According to you, my life is about to be over as I know it.” She
grabbed a tattered tissue from her purse and blew her nose. As she took a quick
look in the makeup mirror, her complexion told a sorry story of incessant
stress and sleep deprivation. What a mess. She plunged the mirror back
into her bag and noticed paper clips strewn across his desk. One by one she
gathered them into rows and columns. Then she gathered each row and deposited
them back into the paper clip holder.
“Listen, I’m not giving up on you or
on trying to find the sick bastard. I just think it would be best for you to
disappear into a whole new life. As long as your stalker remains a mystery,
it’s not safe for you to be… you. I could suggest what I’m sure all the others
have— change your routines, move to another part of the city, or hire security…”
“I’ve done all that already, and he’s
still around.”
“The last, most severe response is to
skip town and start fresh somewhere else. Keep a low profile in some invisible
job where nobody knows who you really are.”
“Do you realize what you’re asking me
to do? I own a thriving book store. I have family and friends. I can’t just
give it all up. Then he wins.”
“Isn’t he winning now?”
She raised a brow and
turned away, preferring to straighten the various piles of paper on his desk
and align each container to another rather than face the truth.
Author Bio
By writing paranormal romance and suspense, Deena
spends her days and nights playing in the Garden of Good and Evil. She’s been
known to have downed a few beers with her angels, and even put Satan in his
place a time or two. She’s come to learn, however, that the human villains she
creates can be more evil and depraved than the supernatural characters she
conjures up. Gilbert, Arizona is home now for her family, but she hails from
Philadelphia, PA and lived for many years in Manalapan, NJ. When she’s not
writing, she’s teaching kids how to do the same.
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