Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Cover Designer: Deranged Doctor Designs
Publication Date: April 24th, 2018
Bits and pieces. That’s all I remember.
Flashes and dreams plague my mind, yet I have no idea whether any of it is real. But the more I dream, the more I start to wonder if it’s all part of a puzzle…a puzzle which leads me straight to him.
I have no idea what he wants with me. All I know is that with each puzzle piece I manage to put in place, I feel more drawn to him. As if there’s a connection between us I can’t explain.
But there’s a prickle of warning in the back of my mind telling me this is all a dangerous
game filled with lies and deceit—a game which forces me to trust him…
Fueled by coffee and rainy days, shelves of books consuming her home in the Pacific Northwest, and a vivid imagination, Fiona writes about love because she believes the world needs more of it. She could spend eternity lost in a story, taken into someone’s thoughts while she is left lingering there long after the pages have turned. Fiona works to meld themes in the current world and spin them into stories of longing, determination, and hope. Her characters are relatable and relevant, as they battle their own fictional version of existence.
He was lenient, divulging details in an actual conversation, and technically he never threatened my life before our conversation. Unless he was killing me by looking so gorgeous in his pajamas. Liam’s grin returned, his head shaking slightly while he laughed.
“You’re cute, Aideen.” His chuckle was soft. “I like you a lot.”
“Great.” My eyes rolled, mocking him. “Let’s be best friends.”
“That sounds like a wonderful plan, actually. Best friends tell each other secrets, right? They do that sort of stuff?”
I narrowed my eyes, studying Liam suspiciously as he grinned. “Depends on what secrets, I suppose. If you’re about to tell me who you killed last night, I don’t want the burden of that secret. If it’s that you finished you brother’s wine, then you better have kept a bottle for me.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” he sighed. “You’re too funny for Julian. He’s so tightly wound and overprotective. Want to know a secret?” Liam stood from the kitchen table, my body mindlessly mirroring his posture. His hands fell atop my shoulders while he studied my face, his gaze stopping at my eyes.
“You’re a smart girl, Aideen. Do the research. It will surely tell you more than Julian,” Liam whispered in my ear. He spun away, my shoulders shivering with the loss of touch, and walked toward the kitchen sink while still mumbling something. I couldn’t hear Liam; my mind was distracted by the familiar heightened sense of goose bumps that trailed along my neck.
“What’s going on?” Julian interrupted, his right hand rubbing sleep from his faded eyes. What do I do?