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About the author:
M. A. Fréchette writes the darker side of romance.
Being an extremist, she loves both the dark aspects of life and everything sweet. All her stories are either set in Canada where she lives or in alternate worlds she made up while living within her imagination. When not writing, she thinks of the next scene or plot while enjoying her work as a cover designer. Although she has a fascination for monsters, with a bachelor degree in criminology, she understands there’s no need to create the paranormal; humans are capable of inflicting nightmares of their own.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Once we get to the hotel,” Kai spoke, making her jump and turn. He leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom. “You’ll get some rest, and we’ll start in the morning.”
*I’ll never get used to him peeking inside my mind.*
“You’ll have to write an obituary announcing your husband’s death.” His cruel smile drew an urge to attack him again, but she turned away.
“My husband didn’t have a family apart from me. His parents were abusive, and he left the moment he turned sixteen. As for friends…he always had difficulty being social.” She pushed aside the clothes she’d just hung yesterday, never to be worn again.
A light-blue shirt came into view. He’d worn it at a get-together she talked him into going to with her. He’d said something odd about her strange habit of keeping so many friends—or something like that—and flashed a winsome grin her way.
“So, your husband and I are not so different.”
Her spine stiffened at the amusement in Kai’s voice. “What?”
“I read your train of thought.”
“You’re nothing like him. Thomas was kind, considerate, and made me feel safe.”
“Are you saying I’m cruel, merciless, and make you feel vulnerable?”
“I think you’d hurt my feelings,” he leaned in closer, his smile widening, “if I had any.”
“I rest my case.”