DEGREES
OF DISTORTION
Aimee
McNeil
Distortion
Series book #1
Romantic
Suspense
Limitless
Publishing
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`*.¸.*´´¯`•★SYNOPSIS★•´¯``*.¸.*´
Lexie
Wilder is no stranger to tragedy. She struggles every second of every
day to overcome the loss of her boyfriend…
Determined
to get her life back on track, Lexie retraces a road trip she went on
with Alex before he died. The trip was meant to be a harmless
adventure to revisit old memories and track down an elusive color of
nail polish. Instead, Lexie uncovers a truth in Sugar Hill that her
mother wanted to keep hidden.
When
strange men follow Lexie home, her mother demands she run, sending
her further away from the answers she seeks. But Lexie finds a clue
in an old diary. Her mother wrote about a dark man with a dangerous
past.
Jackson
is a distraction Lexie isn’t prepared to face…
Alone
in an unfamiliar town, Lexie has nothing but her haunted thoughts to
keep her company and is terrified this man from her mother’s past
has come back to finish what he started. She doesn’t know who to
trust, especially when she realizes her neighbor, Jackson, is as
intimidating as he is beautiful. She tries to keep her mysterious
neighbor at a safe distance, but after he fights off an armed
attacker, Lexie finds herself turning to him for comfort.
Her
new protector can’t stop the evil forces already in play…
There
is only one person who can answer for the chaos that has taken over
Lexie’s life…her mother. The man responsible for the torment
detailed in the pages of the diary is real, and now his sights are
set on Lexie. His henchmen might have failed, but he won’t.
Lexie
must figure out exactly how much she trusts Jackson and his good
intentions if she ever wants a chance to finally piece her life back
together. But first she has to survive…
Some
demons don’t die. They wait...
`*.¸.*´´¯`•★PROLOGUE★•´¯``*.¸.*´
The
room was dark and the air felt as if it had taken shape and slithered
over her skin—cold and damp. Her jaw hurt from the constant
chattering of her teeth. The dull ache stretched down her throat
making it feel swollen and tight. Her thoughts jumped from one to the
next as her mind refused to focus on anything.
She
raised a shaky hand and brushed her hair from her face, noticing her
cheeks were damp. She pressed numb fingers to her skin and wiped away
tears that were dripping from her chin. She hadn’t even realized
she was crying. She licked her dry lips and blinked her eyes. The
haunting quiet was enough to make her question what was real.
A
strange numbness engulfed her as she looked through the rough metal
bars that caged her in. A lone light bulb in the far corner of the
room flickered occasionally, threatening to leave her in darkness.
She had no concept of time due to the solid walls of concrete around
her. The only indication of time passing was the constant drip of
water she could hear from the leaky faucet across the room.
The
bars that made up the small cell had initially been a source of
terror when she had awoken inside them but now she was grateful for
the barrier. They were the only thing that separated her from him.
The
man sat on the other side of the bars with a suit and blood red tie.
His chair was so close that his knees were pressed against the bars.
He had been sitting impossibly still for so long she was beginning to
wonder if she was imagining him.
When
he finally moved her breath caught in her throat. He loosened his tie
and leaned back. The chair groaned loudly in protest but he remained
eerily quiet. He didn’t look like a man that was capable of great
evil with his expensive suit and well-manicured appearance but there
was no denying there was something unnatural about him. He watched
her silently like a lion toying with its food, waiting to strike.
She
pushed back the lump in the throat and searched for her voice. “Why?”
her lips felt frozen, making it hard to speak.
He
refused to break his silence. He ran his hand down the front of his
shirt and began to rub his thighs in long, languid strokes. His gaze
never left her and she cowered away from his frightening presence.
She
sat on the small cot pushed up against the wall. It offered no
comfort as the frame dug through the thin mattress. A chill rushed
over her skin as she pulled her knees up to her chest.
“Why…am
I…here?” she cried. The rush of emotion was impossible to stop as
it began to flow. She gasped for breath between her sobs. Her body
shook as she wrapped her arms around her knees and made the best
attempt she could to shield herself from his view.
He
leaned forward suddenly in his chair and grabbed hold of the bars.
His abrupt movement startled her. She pushed off the bed and stumbled
to her feet. She pressed her body against the solid wall of concrete
in the back of the cell. Her heart raced so fast she could taste the
metallic pulse in her mouth and the deafening rush in her ears.
“Because
you are mine,” he said in a voice that reached across the distance
between them and grabbed hold of her.
She
shook her head. “Let me go,” she sobbed. “Please.”
“Never,”
he said as he shoved his chair back. It scraped loudly against the
floor. He pulled what sounded like keys from his pocket and walked
around the cell. He ran his fingers over every bar until he came to
the door. Fear strangled her as the sound of a lock released.
“I
will never let you go,” he said as he pushed the door open.
`*.¸.*´´¯`•★ABOUT
THE AUTHOR★•´¯``*.¸.*´
Aimee
McNeil was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, where she
continues to live today with her husband and three children. She is a
stay-at-home mother that loves every colorful moment with her family.
Aimee
spends most of her free time indulging in her love of writing. You
can also find her lost in the pages of a good book, or making a mess
with her paints. Aimee loves to explore anything that promotes
creativity. It is one of the many reason she enjoys writing.
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