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Beauty is his obsession ...
It started with the mannequin heads.
They were my escape, my solace, my companions in the darkness.
But the day came when they weren't enough. That's when I started taking the girls.
But Avery? She's not like the others.
She's beautiful -- so beautiful -- but I can't hurt her.
I need to keep her with me ... forever.
He should terrify me.
I'm his prisoner.
I've seen what he did to the others. How can I believe him when he says he won't hurt me?
But there's more to him than darkness. There's a terrible sadness.
And strange as it sounds, a kind of beauty.
I wonder if I can ever make him see himself the way I do?
PLEASE NOTE: This is a dark romance with violent and unsettling themes of an adult nature that some may find disturbing. Colin: A Serial Killer Romance is a standalone novel of 66k words with a HEA.
I heard a faraway voice that sounded like Avery, but everything kept slipping away from me and it seemed like it wasn’t real. I opened my eyes again to try and see her but there was nothing there.
It’s a dream, that’s all it is. Just a dream, I thought to myself as I started to drift back into the haze. But then a hand gently touched my face and it felt too real to be a dream. I open my eyes one more time and turn my head toward where I heard the voice and in the darkness, I could see the outline of her long, dark hair.
“Avery? Is that really you?” I tried to ask, but my voice was so weak and gravelly that it barely came out as a whisper.
What’s going on? Why can’t I just wake up?
“Yes, it’s really me. How are you feeling?” She asked as she ran her fingers through my hair. I wanted to tell her how incredible that felt but I was too tired to keep talking so I just thought please don’t stop over and over until I passed out.
When I opened my eyes again I was staring straight up at the ceiling, but it wasn’t my ceiling, and I wasn’t in my own bed. The room was familiar, but I didn’t know where I was. I vaguely remembered talking to Avery and feeling her touching me but that had to have been a dream. I was starting to remember; I had left her at my house. I was angry and in a really bad place and when a girl came into the salon without an appointment in the afternoon I didn’t even think twice. I stuck her out in the tunnel and told Jade I was done for the day and left right through the goddamned tunnel.
I had never done that before. I had never been that careless, but all I could think about was getting to Landen’s house and throwing that girl onto one of his tables. I didn’t even put her in a bag, I was in such a big hurry. And now I’m here.
But I wanted that dream back. I want to go back to sleep and hear Avery’s voice and feel her fingers in my hair for the rest of my life. But then my eyes flew open when I realized that Avery was locked up in her room and I wasn’t there.
I had left her … locked up in that house.
I turned my head toward the voice and there she was. I was tired and confused and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but it was her, and her beautiful smiling eyes were looking down at me.
“Avery? Is this real? I … I can’t tell anymore,” I said as I looked at her. I felt her soft gentle fingers again touching my face and brushing my hair back and making me feel better.