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Love Always, Damian
(Love Always Series Book #2)
by d. Nichole King
Released: May 26th 2015
Publisher: Limitless Publishing

They say time heals all wounds. 
What a load of bull. It’s been four years, and Kate’s voice still echoes in my mind. 
Every. Damn. Day. 
I numb her memory when it taunts me. In college, I drown her out with booze and easy lays. 
I can’t do what she asked. 
I can’t let her go. 
Not even when Lia shows up, freaking ripping what’s left of me to shreds. Caring about someone isn’t worth the deadness that follows after they’re gone. I didn’t ask for this. Didn’t ask for her. 
And I sure as hell didn’t plan to miss her when she walked out of my front door. Now, if I want to keep her, I have to straighten myself out and earn her. I can’t screw this up. 
Because if I do, I’ll lose more than just Lia. 

I’ll lose my life…



••*´¨`*•.☆•Excerpt••*´¨`*•.☆•
It takes me an hour to get to the cemetery. After Mom and Liam died, I never stepped foot here. Not until Kate convinced me to come. It had been one of her five wishes. One through three I’d done because she was with me. Because I loved her. I promised her number four, so I followed through. Number five, though?
Number five is impossible.
I come here often now—day, night, whenever I need to be close to her. Even in death, Kate draws me in. To this place where she’d only trodden once when she was alive.
I grab the three bouquets of flowers from the passenger seat and swing the door open. When Kate brought me here four years ago, I barely managed to get out of the car. Now it’s easy.
Too fucking easy.
I don’t even think about coming anymore. It’s automatic. Routine, like my nightly shots of whiskey.
It shouldn’t be like this. In three short years I lost the three people I loved most. Death sucks, and I’ve had my fill.
I slam the door closed and tread over the grass. The three identical stones jut up from the ground, and even when I’m here after dark, I don’t have a problem seeing them. They’re etched into my memory.
The idea to have Kate buried here beside my mother and brother was entirely mine and entirely selfish. The Browdys had asked me to help with her funeral arrangements, and other than the time of the graveside service, this had been my only request. This way she’d be close to me.
Shade from the elder tree casts a shadow over them. I stand inside its cover from the sun, facing the cold memorials. These pieces of granite have no real connection with the people they were.
Hell, they didn’t even pick them out. Didn’t see them, yet their names, dates of birth and death are etched into them as if they’d been owned by those they claim to represent.
Cemeteries—these stones—aren’t for the dead.
No, they’re for the living.
My gaze trails over the Celtic symbols engraved at the center of each one. Identical to the tattoos inked into my body. Faith. Brotherhood. Hope.
My eyes linger on Kate’s as they usually do, and the memory of when I’d given her the trinity heart necklace pours over me.
“It’s the Celtic symbol for hope. Now you’ll always know where to find it,” I’d told her.
Damn. I’d given it to her so she’d think of me whenever she needed me, but really, it was I who needed her.
I take a deep breath to hold myself together. I lost everything the day Kate died.
I rake a hand through my hair and shut my eyes. Out here, away from everyone, I don’t have to pretend that I have a fucking clue how to live without her.
Out here, it’s just me.
In front of Kate’s gravestone, I lower myself to the ground, dropping the flowers at my side. My chest is empty, yet somehow, it hurts. It’s the same damn thing year after year—aching to see her smile at me just one more time. One more and I’d be satisfied, I tell myself.
I know it’s a lie because one more smile from her would never be enough. I need to touch her, run my fingers over her warm skin and protect the hell out of her.
But I’m a failure. I had the power within me, in my blood, to save her, and I failed.
I can barely see the inches in front of me as I break down. Four years ago, my father sat here with me and told me the pain would never go away, but it would lessen over time.
What a load of bullshit; the pain has only grown.
“I miss you so damn much, Katie,” I say even though she can’t hear me. And that thought kicks me in the gut as much as anything. No matter what I say to her now, she’ll never know any of it.
I slide my fingertips over her name: Kathryn “Katie” Browdy. Seventeen short years on this earth and I only had her last months. They were the best months of my life.
I sit with her until the sun begins to send streaks of gold over the horizon. Even though Kate would be disappointed, I need to pick up more liquor before I head home. I have to have something to get me through this pain.
A gust of wind rustles the dead flowers I left on their graves last week. I scoop them up and replace them with the fresh ones I brought. Daisies for my mother, some generic flowers he wouldn’t give a shit about for Liam, and red roses for Kate.
Always red roses for my Katie.
“Love you, Mom,” I murmur, fanning out the daisies in the vase beside her headstone.
Then I move onto Liam’s. “Take care of my girl, man,” I tell him, then I remember how I’d taken care of his. “But if you touch her, I’ll fucking kill you.”
I squat down and lay Kate’s roses at the base of her stone. There’s nothing I could say to her that I haven’t already said a million times. So I settle for the words I couldn’t say until just before she died. “I love you, baby. I’ll always love you.”

✯✯Meet d. Nichole King✯✯

Since I was born and raised in Iowa, I like to create stories where my home state is the setting. There's nothing like small-town Midwest scenery to create the perfect backdrop for an amazing tale!

I've always loved to read and write. I'll read anything: Classics, fantasy, contemporary, mystery, horror. It doesn't matter as long as it draws me in. As a kid, I was raised on authors such as Lurlene McDaniel, R.L. Stine, Danielle Steele, Mary Higgins Clark, Stephen King, and Shakespeare.

Writing-wise, my fondness lies in the YA/NA genre, though I do have a couple of women's fiction stories swimming around in my head. 

When not writing, I'm usually curled up with a book, scrapbooking, or doing yet another load of laundry.

Along with my incredible husband, I live in small-town Iowa with my four adorable (yet ornery) children and our dog, Peaches.



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Blogging as *The Socialmedialite*
April 22
LADIES AND GENTS! I have an announcement!

You know that guy I featured on my blog a few months ago? The really, really hot Irish rugby player who plays the position of ‘hooker’ in the RLI (Rugby League International)? The one with the anger management issues, the body of a gladiator and the face of a movie star? The one with the questionable fashion choices leading me to ask whether he was the lovechild of a leprechaun and a hobbit? Ronan Fitzpatrick? Yeah, that guy. 

Well, I have a confession to make…

THE HERMIT

Annie Catrel, social media expert extraordinaire at Davidson & Croft Media and clandestine celebrity blogger, can make anyone shine in the court of public opinion. She is the Socialmedialite, anonymous creator of New York’s Finest and the internet’s darling. Virtual reality is Annie’s forte, but actual reality? Not so much.

THE HOOKER

Ronan Fitzpatrick, aka the best hooker the world of rugby has seen in decades, despises the media—social or otherwise. The press has spun a web of lies depicting him as rugby’s wild and reckless bad boy. Suspended from his team, Ronan has come to Manhattan to escape the drama, lay low, fly under the radar. Only, Ronan isn’t easy to overlook, and he can’t escape the notice of the Socialmedialite…

THE PLAN

When Ronan is sent to Davidson & Croft Media to reshape his public image, he never expects to cross paths with shy but beautiful Annie, nor does he expect his fierce attraction to her. He couldn’t be happier when her boss suggests pairing them together. 
What lengths will Annie take to keep her virtual identity concealed? And what happens when the hooker discovers who the hermit really is? 

The Hooker and the Hermit is a collaboration between authors L.H. Cosway and Penny Reid, is a full length 100k word novel, and is a standalone.


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Annie Catrel,extraordinara expertă sociala media la Davidson & Croft Media și o blograriță, poate face pe oricine strălucească în fața opiniei publice. Ea este mediatoarea Sociala, creatorul anonim al Cel Mai Bun Din New York și Dragă Internet. Realitatea virtuală este punctul forte al lui Annie, dar realitatea reală? Nu atat de mult.


Afemeiatul

Ronan Fitzpatrick, aka cel mai mare afemeiat în lumea de rugby din ultimele decenii, disprețuiește media-socială . Presa a tors un web de minciuni reprezentândul pe el ca un baiat rau, sălbatic și nechibzuit în jocul lui. Suspendat din echipa sa, Ronan a ajuns la Manhattan pentru a scăpa de drama, ascuns, zburand sub radar. Numai, Ronan nu este ușor de trecut cu vederea, iar el nu poate scăpa de avizul de la Social Medialite


Planul
Când Ronan este trimis la Davidson & Croft Media pentru a-si remodela imaginea publică, nu se așteaptă sa se intalneasca cu timida, dar frumosa Annie, sau să aibă acea atractie aprigă pentru ea. El nu putea fi mai fericit atunci când șeful ei sugerează să îi asocieze împreună.
Ce măsuri va lua pe Annie ca să păstreze identitatea virtuală ascunsă? Și ce se întâmplă când afemeiatul descoperă cine e singuratica cu adevărat?

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SELF DESTRUCT
Author: KD Carrillo
Series: DESTROY #1
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
~ SYNOPSIS ~
At twenty-years-old, Becca Scott thought she finally had her life under control…


With the help of the people around her, she was able to deal with her traumatic childhood and let go of the pain that haunted her every day. But one unexpected encounter at a lake house would stir up every dark emotion she worked so hard to forget. 

There wasn’t anyone Aiden Ryan hated more than himself…

Plagued with a life filled with manipulation and regret, he will try anything to ignore the guilt that eats him alive, even if it means more pain for him in the long run. It’s not until he meets Becca that things start to change.

There’s only one problem—he’s stuck in a relationship he can’t get out of with a woman he doesn’t care about. 

Love is complicated, but when two people have demons they refuse to face, love could destroy them. Together, Becca and Aiden try and let go of their painful pasts to be together.

But will their pasts let go of them?


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DESTROY ME
Author: KD Carrillo
Series: DESTROY #2
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Limitless Publishing 
~ SYNOPSIS ~ 
Kate Kennedy guards her secret from all who know her…

Independent and cunning, she traverses through her life one day at a time. Keeping to herself and living her life on her own, just the way she likes it. However, one man is intrigued by her mysterious ways, despite her attempts to keep everyone at arm’s length.

Reed Martin struggles with the circumstance of his past on a daily basis…

His nights are full of terror and haunting memories. He’s a man looking for his purpose outside of the tragedy that curses his mind, and he thinks he may have found it in a reserved and mysterious blonde.

Can they rescue each other from everything that threatens to destroy them both?

Demons can only hide for so long.

Pasts can haunt.

      Secrets can destroy.
      


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~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~
K.D. CARRILLO


K. D. Carrillo is a graduate of Central Washington University, the setting of Self Destruct. Her days are spent with her son, her rescued Aussie, and usually with a book.
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Într-o zi din toamna anului 1686, Nella Oortman, o tânără de 18 ani, bate la uşa unui case din cel mai bogat cartier al Amsterdamului. A venit de la ţară ca să înceapă o viaţă nouă ca soţie a lui Johannes Brandt, un negustor prosper. Acesta îşi face apariţia cu un dar de nuntă extraordinar: o replică a locuinţei lor de dimensiunea unui dulăpior.

Pentru a o mobila, ea apelează la o miniaturistă, ale cărui creaţii minuscule oglindesc viaţa lor reală în moduri neaşteptate. Iniţial, Nella este intrigată de lumea închisă a familiei Brandt, dar, pe măsură ce-i descoperă secretele, îşi dă seama de pericolele care-i aşteaptă pe toţi. 

Oare soarta lor se află în mâinile miniaturistei? Oare ea va fi cheia salvării lor sau arhitectul căderii lor?

Frumos scris şi documentat, plin de suspans, minunatul roman de debut al lui Jessie Burton este o poveste despre dragoste şi obsesie, trădare şi răzbunare, aparenţă şi adevăr.

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NEED YOU NOW
Series: Need Series, Book #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance | Erotic Romance
~ SYNOPSIS ~
Nate Lawson was a player - dominating in the office and bedroom. Thanks to betrayal he didn’t do relationships, only one-night stands, until he met her. The one he finally connected to would be the one he’d let slip away… 

His job took him everywhere to uncover criminal activity at corporate levels. But, now he was back with one focus in mind, to expose the questionable activity at his sister’s workplace and find his woman! The only problem – who was she?

Gianna Scott finally found a Dom to show her the true meaning of submission – surrendering her mind and body freely. Too bad she didn’t know who he was or if he’d return. Her life had gotten crazy with someone intent on destroying her reports at work, making her frustrated and needing release – needing him…

Nate hated answering to anyone, but agreed to go incognito, as Gianna’s assistant. They’d butt heads at every turn, but why did fighting with her leave him turned on? And why was she starring in his fantasies? Would he ever find the one that got away?

All he knew is that he needed her - Now!

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I’d never felt so thoroughly fucked in all my life. When I’d been with other guys as a submissive or as a dominant, I was lucky to get one orgasm, maybe two if I was really fortunate, out of the exchange. But with him they just kept coming. He’d already managed to entice four or five out of me. I couldn’t keep count with my body feeling so alive and relaxed for the first time in years.

“Here, drink this, love.” His voice was silky smooth, making me want to melt into him in a puddle of goo.

I tried to take the bottle from him, but he wouldn’t have it. “Don’t try getting independent on me now, little subbie. You’re mine to take care of tonight. This is part of aftercare, so open up and let me be there for you.” His voice held the promise of discipline if I didn’t allow him to do his duties, so I opened and let him guide the water into my mouth.

I was thoroughly embarrassed at how much water I drank. I’d never been this thirsty from sexual activities in all my life. I was surprised how my body responded to him and how I still craved more. I remember squirming on top of his lap and feeling his dick begin to harden underneath me. “Watch out, love, or you’ll awaken the beast again.”

I’d stopped my movement, only to feel him harden further. A quirky half smile spread across his face as a few strands of hair loosened from his cowboy hat. It was too dim in the room and he was too sweaty to discern whether his hair was some shade of light brown, maybe caramel.

He placed the empty water bottle down on the end table before cupping my face with his hand. His lips hovered just above mine. “I’ve never met anyone like you before; someone who can satisfy my ravenous need for sex.”

I’d tried arguing. “But I’m not insatiable.”

His tongue danced across my lower lip before his teeth latched on, nipping at me, teasing me to open my mouth. When I did, his tongue pushed forward, devouring me. I couldn’t help but surrender to his desires. I was putty in his hands, ready to be molded to his liking.

“I beg to differ, little one.” He pulled his lips away from mine and gazed down at my crotch. That’s when I realized how wanton I really was. During the course of the kiss he’d managed to spread my knees and had his fingers inside my pussy. I looked down to see myself riding his hand with fervor and feeling my body slowly start to build with the need to come.

My mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. I was horrified at how reckless my behavior was. He seemed to read my mind. “It’s okay to give in to your sexual desires. You have certain needs and so do I. We seem to bring out the cravings in each other.”

I could feel my legs part and my ass moving up and down, trying to recreate the feel of his fingers inside me. “We both have needs and I. Need. You. Now!” My sentiments exactly!

I’d been so lost in the feel of his fingers deep inside me that I didn’t realize he’d shifted us over to the table, setting me on the edge, until I heard the rip of a foil packet and felt the force of his massive size shove deep into me, catching me off guard. God, he felt amazing. Every thrust of his manhood rubbed right against my g-spot, driving me toward the beginning of another orgasm.

A whimper escaped my mouth as I felt one hand palm my breast, while the other grabbed hold of my ass and pulled me onto him even further. I could almost swear he was trying to crawl up inside me.


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~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~ 
Cynthia P. O'Neill 

I grew up in a small town in South Florida called Clewiston and moved to Central Florida to attend college. I married my friend, love, and soul mate and still reside in the area with our amazing son, and a feisty, four-legged little doggie boy.

In my books, I draw on my background in healthcare, business, and science, along with my husband's engineering and wireless technology knowledge.
I currently write on all levels of Romance. The Learning Series is for those who like a little more steam with their books, falling into the categories of Contemporary and verging on Erotica, with a hint of Suspense. The Remembrance Series encompasses Young Adult, with a touch of Paranormal activity and a hint of Historical romance. A new contemporary romance series is underway, called Need. It will be different than the others, because each book will focus on a new couple, while all of the characters will still have a large presence throughout the series.

I try to make my writing very personal and close to her heart. Regular life is the inspiration for my books, but I'm only limited by imagination taking ideas to new heights, opening up possibilities that would normally not exist.

On a more personal note...I love to cook and create in the kitchen and on the bbq grill. I sometimes lose myself in a song at the piano. I often sing with my son while we are driving or making dinner together. I enjoy crafts (flower arranging, making wreaths, painting pottery, needle point and drawing in pencil and charcoals). My music tastes are eclectic at best, ranging from classical piano to hard rock/heavy metal. It all depends on the song, group, and if it has a good beat or is a soulful ballad.

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This third book in the series. A vacation becomes complicated by murder, discovery, and friendship. Danger lurks in too many directions. Alicia and her friends will have to stay alive and sort through the clues carefully if they want to save an innocent friend and prevent the destruction of an historic treasure.








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When the ranch faded out of sight, I began to get nervous. There was always the chance of an accident. The horse could step in a gopher hole and stumble, or a million and one other problems could arise, but those possibilities weren't bothering me. I had the unnerving feeling I wasn't alone out here. The nervous tension didn't feel natural. It was more like a warning from outside myself. As I had this thought, I could feel that the red pendant was much warmer than normal. If it got much hotter, it would burn me. If the necklace was an early warning system, that would be great, but from the things the shaman had said, I didn't think it would turn out to be that simple.

The dips, rises, and dry washes could hide someone from view, but they'd have to know the desert like a native if I couldn't catch a glimpse of them. I could have chalked my fears up to knowing the ranch was empty or that the isolation had spooked me. I could have, but a little voice in the back of my mind kept asking, “Did the pendant spook me or had it warned me of danger?” I didn't know, but I turned the horse around and let him pick his own speed on the return ride. He chose an all out gallop, and he was so fast I felt almost like I was flying.

A full hour had passed for Nick to take care of his meet-and-greet responsibilities by the time I rode the horse into the stable. David was still there. When he turned and saw us, his jaw dropped. He said, “Wow, that's the last sight I ever expected to see.”

I said, “What are you still doing here? I thought you'd be out partying by now.”

I climbed down off the horse and began gathering the equipment I needed to groom Star. David said, “Let me do that. Star has decided to tolerate me again, and it is my job, you know. Besides, you're all cleaned up for the party, and I still have to get ready. I'm just finishing up here, so I'll rub down the horse and take him back to the pasture. You go have fun, and I'll see you out there later.”

I thanked him and said, “By the way, what do Cobber and Corker do since the cattle drive is over? I haven't seen them back at the compound.”

“You'd be surprised. Their work is never done. Cattle are always grazing somewhere on the ranch, and the dogs keep them more or less in the same area. Those guys are pretty good at running off any predators too. There's always a cowboy or two who stay at the line shack closest to where the cattle are, and they keep an eye on both the herd and the dogs.”

My curiosity satisfied, I thanked him again and went to find Nick.

I saw him talking to the cooks. The barbeque was almost ready to serve, and as I got closer the smell made my mouth water. Standing beside Nick was Laudine. She was wearing a yellow skirt and a white blouse with a multicolored ruffle. She looked about thirty years old. I said, “Don't you look great today? What are you doing hanging around the cooking on your day off?”

“I'll have you know the absolutely perfect barbeque sauce being used today is my own special recipe. You didn't seriously think I'd leave all the cooking to a bunch of cowboys, did you?”

One of the cooks at the grill said, “Hey, watch it, lady, or we'll have you out at the cook wagon on our next roundup.”
I laughed at their banter and said, “I should have known. If this food tastes as good as it smells, we are all in for a treat.”
We weren't quite ready to eat yet, so we rounded up Lawrence and walked out behind the recreation room to check out the activities. I rounded the corner and stopped dead in my tracks. I said, “Good grief, I had no idea a full carnival was camped out here. This is as big as most carnival midways, including the rides!”

Nick said, “We try to have something spectacular and different each year. This not only looks like a carnival, it actually is a carnival. The owner is a friend of Lawrence's, so he set this up.”

I said, “Lawrence, you have hidden talents. How in the world did you ever become such good friends with a carnival owner?”

“It's a long story and a good one, but I don't think we have time for it today. One night when we're sitting around a good fire, I'll tell you about the first time I ran into Hannibus Carson. Right now I challenge you all to a game of breaking balloons.”

Nick was picking up the tab for the carnival, and all the games were free to party-goers. We began by throwing darts and progressed around the circle of booths. I love carnival food and was tempted to eat at all the food booths we passed, but I resisted in anticipation of the barbeque. Hopefully I could try these goodies later. It wasn't long until we'd worked up an appetite and headed back to the food tables. We loaded our plates with barbequed ribs, potato salad, homemade French fries, and anything else that struck our fancy from the dozens of choices. One of my favorites was the cowboy beans, usually made with pinto beans, but the cook wasn't above throwing in any other type of beans he happened to have around. I knew this dish always had ham or bacon for flavoring. I didn't know what else they added, but I planned to ask before I went home. I wanted to be able to make this dish myself when I got a craving for the delicious smoky taste.

Once our plates were full, we found table space in the rec room and settled down to some serious eating. Laudine and I only managed to get through our first plateful, but when Nick and Lawrence went back for seconds, we had them bring us peach pie for dessert. Each piece was a huge slab, and Laudine and I could easily have shared one, but when the men brought us each a piece of our own, we ate every bite. The peaches were fresh from a local grower, the crust flaky, and the juice still slightly warm. All the food I tasted seemed way above the normal quality for a gathering of this type. When we couldn't hold another bite, our friends went off to visit with Hannibus Carson and Nick and I decided on a walk to help digest the food. People were still coming up to talk to Nick, but now it was just friendly chatter. We strolled around from group to group, and sooner or later I saw almost everyone I knew. Betty and Cameron had been in the rec room while we ate. I saw David and Cody together at the carnival surrounded by a group of flirting girls. Becky Cloud, the assistant cook I'd met in the restaurant break room, stood close to David, smiling up at him like he'd hung the moon. The sheriff and his wife were piling plates with food, and the Herreras were still competing, but this time it was at one of the games on the midway. I saw Hwan with a tall, good-looking guy and steered Nick their direction. She introduced her friend as someone she had met in one of her classes at the university. I only caught his first name, which was Tony. Hwan was stunning in jade green jeans and a shimmering pearl-colored top. As we were moving to the next group, Reed walked up to chat with Hwan. Olivia Denning was there wearing a beautiful pleated squaw dress and barely resembled the efficient head housekeeper I'd met previously. Both the guests and the employees seemed to be having a great time. Even the Banner twins were here with a group of kids their own age and were behaving like normal teenagers.
It was just getting dark when we heard the band start its first number. We decided to have a go at dancing. Nick assured me it wouldn't hurt his leg. We'd danced together a few times before, and we both loved it. The second number was a two-step and we were doing pretty well when I stumbled slightly and said, “Oh, damn, you need to come outside with me now.”

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From living off the grid in the Arizona desert, Eileen has moved to the woods of upstate New York. She has authored a standalone adventure novel called Desert Shadow. She is also the author of Alicia Trent Series. The Black Cane : Dowager Diaries Book 1 is her latest release.







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Hell To Pay
Crimes Files Book #1
by Jenny Thomson
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Release Date: April 28th 2015
Genre:  Mystery\Thriller

✢ SYNOPSIS 
 
Nancy Kerr refuses to be a victim—even when she walks in on her parents’ killers and is raped and left for dead… 

Fourteen months later, Nancy wakes up in a psychiatric hospital with no knowledge of how she got there. 

Slowly, her memory starts to return. 

Released from the institution, she has just one thing on her mind—two men brought hell to her family home. 

Now they’re in for some hell of their own…


Hell To Pay is Book One is a Series


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Jenny Thomson
Jenny Thomson is an award-winning crime writer who has been scribbling away all her life. She also writes as Jennifer Thomson.

Inspired by her love of zombies and The Walking Dead, she wrote The Restless Dead. 

She kills people for a living in the Crime File series of books for Limitless Publishing. Book 1, 2 and 3, will be out soon.
To find out more details, check out her publisher's site at http://www.limitlesspublishing.net/authors/jenny-thomson/

Her novella, How Kirsty Gets Her Kicks, about a one legged Glasgow barmaid who goes on the run with a gun and a safe load of gangster's cash after killing one of his henchmen, will be published by the critically acclaimed Snubnose Press


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  ✢ EXCERPT   

Chapter 1

I’m cold, colder than I’ve ever been in my entire life and I don’t know why. Slowly, I 

open my eyes, tentatively at first because even opening them a fraction feels like 

someone's shoving red-hot pins into them. The light is so bright.

What’s with the light anyway?

Has Michael wandered in, blootered on some poncy new beer and left the light on, 

after collapsing in a heap onto the bed?  I’ll brain him if he has. I’m no good to 

anyone when I don’t get my eight hours.

Pulling myself up in bed, I reach out my arm to nudge him awake so I can give him a 

right mouthful. My hand finds empty space.

Where is he?

My eyes sting as I prise them open – it’s as though there's been an accident with false 

lashes and I've glued my eyelashes together - and that’s when I realise I’m not in our 

flat. The reason I’m freezing is because I’m wearing a tracing paper thin hospital 

gown: the kind that shows off your backside when you’re being whisked off to x-ray.

A tidal wave of panic hits me and I jerk into full consciousness.

What’s happened to me?

I try to remember, but my brain’s all bunged up as if the top of my head's been 

removed and the cavity filled with cotton wool.

My arms are bandaged up. Have I been in an accident?  If I have, I don’t remember. 

Maybe I hit my head. 

I take in my surroundings. If I’m in hospital, it’s no ordinary one. For one thing, my 

room’s more like a cell. There’s a bed and a table bolted to the floor, but no personal 

stuff: photos, or cards, or stuffed animals from people wishing me well. Does anyone 

even know I’m here? 

I grope for a call button to get a nurse, but there isn’t one. What the hell? This place is 

a prison. 

Staggering out of bed, I fight the wave of nausea and dizziness that make me want to 

yell at the world to stop moving because I want to get off the carousel. The tile floor 

is stone cold and there are no slippers by the bed. My feet are ice blocks. Why don’t I 

have any socks or tights on?  

Before I reach the door, there's a jingle of keys, then a key scrapes in the lock. 

Holding my breath, I brace myself for what’s coming. 

A woman I don’t recognize with brown hair tied back in a ponytail appears. She’s 

dressed in a nurse’s uniform and there’s a small smile playing on the edge of her lips.

"Good, you’re awake, Nancy."

She sounds pleased, as if we’re bosom buddies, when I’ve never seen her before in 

my life.

"Where am I?"

My voice comes out as a rasp as though my throat’s been sandpapered down.

The nurse puts a hand on my shoulder. "Let’s get you back into bed, Nancy."

I do as she says. I’m worried if I don’t lie back, I’ll faint.

"You’re in Parkview Hospital," she says, as she fixes the pillows so I can sit upright.

I know all the hospitals in Glasgow, but I haven’t heard of that one. I ask her what 

kind of hospital it is and she tells me it’s a psychiatric facility. The reason I haven’t 

heard of it, is because they don’t publicize it. Perhaps because it’s full of nutters they 

want to keep away from society. The prospect terrifies me because that would mean 

they must think I’m cuckoo. Why else would I be here?  

I suck in my breath. When I ask her if this is a nut house, she presses her lips tightly 

together as she tells me no one refers to psychiatric hospitals in that way any more. 

Suitably chastised, I mumble an apology not because I think one’s needed, but 

because she’s the one with the keys.

"Why am I here?"

I’m dreading the answer, but I need to know. I don’t feel any different. Surely if I’d 

lost my mind, I'd know.

"You had a breakdown."

The way she says it, she could be talking about the weather.

She asks me if I want anything and I tell her a pair of proper pajamas, a dressing 

gown and slippers would be nice because I’m an ice block. If she gets in touch with 

Mum, she’ll bring me in some stuff. 

Her smile’s still there, but breaks down around the corners of her mouth. There’s 

something she’s not telling me, because she’s worried how I’ll react. There’s fear in 

her eyes. I notice she’s wearing a lucky heather brooch, the same one I got for Mum. 

I’m staring at it as she tells me she’s going to fetch a doctor, when a memory stirs 

inside me and no matter how hard I try to push it away, someone’s taken their finger 

out the dyke and the water’s rushing in. 

Blood, blood everywhere. Dad’s slumped in his favorite armchair, head bent forward 

as if in prayer (he never prayed a day in his life); a single bullet hole in his head. I 

know it’s him, even although his face has been beaten to a pulp: his blood staining the 

fireside rug my mum was so fond of. Even in death, my dad has a presence. He fills a 

room with the sheer weight of his personality. Discarded nearby is the baseball bat 

they used on him. It’s covered in blood and something sticky and dark brown, 

resembling raw mincemeat.

***TO BE CONTINUED***