When I open the door I hear Jaxon Hart’s terrified voice, “Lennox? Lenny? Come back to me, come on…come on…come on!” He is on the floor draped over a very blue looking Lennox. “What happened?” I bark moving towards them and touch Lennox’s neck. She has pulse but she is cold as ice and completely out of it.
mystery
HUNTED: Chapter Eight
My eyes are blinking rapidly as realization dawns on me that this was never about her. It has always been about me. Was that the first time he saw me? Or had he already been following me at that point? My knees lock and everything goes cold.
HUNTED: Chapter Seven
My mom always told me that beauty is achieved, not genetic. In other words she was firm believer in self-made, store bought perfection. I think she said this because her daughter was born just shy of beautiful, a mutant if you well. It was her way of trying to make me feel pretty but never once have I taken her actions as a compliment. Dad tells me I’m the green apple in a sea of red ones. A unique find, an acquired taste. In the end all I ever felt was less then. Never greater then.
HUNTED: Chapter Six
I replayed her story in my head when the wheels starting turning, “You two weren’t planning on coming home that night?” She shook her head, having spent the last hour talking, it was easy to see that she was drained. Easy for me to tell that she was ready for quiet. I bit down on my lip again, “Interesting.” Lennox furrowed her eyebrows in a question, what?
HUNTED: Chapter Five
“Stay,” He whispered in my ear as he started unbuttoning the cardigan for me. It was intimate and he never acted that way around me before.
HUNTED: Chapter Three
The knife in question was left inside Juliet’s body, a disgusting act of violation. We know now that the knife was a gift given to Lennox from her father. We also know that the DNA left of the knife belongs to the fucker who did this. The question I keep going back to is, why he would switch to a knife, especially one that belonged to Lennox?
HUNTED: Chapter One
Take the time to catch up: ---> Hunted: Prologue WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE One. Officer Finn Holland: I inhale a sharp intake of breath. It is negative thirty degrees outside but I only know this because my watch says so. The cold is briery and the snow is deep, nearly thigh high. Unfortunately, the blizzard hasn’t … Continue reading HUNTED: Chapter One
Cooking With Cast Iron
I recently made the decision to start consulting with Pampered Chef. I choose to do this because it was a great way to earn a little extra income, which goes into our savings account for when we move back to Washington. Additionally I choose to start a Pampered Chef business because I love their products … Continue reading Cooking With Cast Iron
The Wait
Smiles on our faces linger and I want that moment to last But, like everything else it fades I close my eyes freezing time There is no patience and we need to wait How is this possible…? Defying out hearts in this fragile state I want you close to me but you need to … Continue reading The Wait
The Forgotten
In the wonder of it all I dance without a simple love affair. In a daydream the meadows are green and somehow I know that you can no longer love me. There is a fog shadowing the depths of the valley and I see you from afar. The wind blows and my hair covers the … Continue reading The Forgotten
