Title:Split Decisions
Author:Carmen
DeSousa
Genre:Fiction,
Romance, Suspense
Publisher:5
Prince Books
Formats Available In:All
eBook formats& Print
Release Date: June
27, 2013
Digital: ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-65-3 ISBN 10: 1-939217-65-2
Print: ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-66-0
ISBN 10: 1-939217-66-0
Purchase Link: http://www.5princebooks.com/buy.html(Available June 27)
Blurb:Sometimes
you want something so badly you are willing to abandon everything you’ve ever
known—including yourself.
Eighteen years ago, Jaynee Monroe married the man of her
dreams, became the mother of four, and fulfilled her career goals. About to
turn forty, she senses something is missing from her idyllic life. While
Googling her name in an attempt to find herself, she unearths something so
impossible, she contemplates her own sanity. Seeking answers, she embarks on a
journey to discover the truth, only to end up abducted by a deranged stranger
who insists on calling her Caycee.
Caycee took the road less traveled. Rejecting a marriage
proposal from the only decent man she ever knew, she ventures to California to
become famous. Eighteen years later, success has left her alone and miserable.
Attempting to locate her lost love on Facebook, she discovers his infatuation
with her. Not only does his presumed-dead wife have Caycee’s uncommon middle
name, it appears he has photo-shopped her face over hers.
Never could Caycee and Jaynee have imagined decisions they
made years earlier would threaten not only their lives but also their loved
ones. Caycee must now reunite with the southern gent she dismissed eighteen
years ago and convince him to accompany her to New York to locate his wife, the
most important person in both their lives.
Excerpt:
Jaynee awoke with a start, salty tears streaming down her
cheeks, burning her already chapped lips. She attempted to swallow, but didn’t
have enough saliva to moisten her mouth. It’d just been a nightmare. The
nightmare she used to have nightly after her father committed suicide. Though,
she hadn’t had it in years. Not since Jordan had taken her away from her
previous life, providing a stable home, love, and strong arms to shield her
from the demons that haunted her.
Unfortunately, Jordan wasn’t here, and her surroundings were
all too real. Pinpricks of sunlight streaked through the corners of the shaded
windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.
The room was still dark in most spots, but she could almost
make out her surroundings. It looked like a cabin of some sort. The walls were
a dingy off-white or possibly just stained from years of exposure, but the
ceiling and trim were dark wood along with the slatted floors. A musty scent
permeated the area, irritating her sinuses, but she couldn’t even scratch her
nose.
Cuffs still secured her to the four bedposts. What kind of
sicko would do such a thing? Her arms and legs ached from the position they’d
been in all night, and she had to go to the bathroom something awful.
When she opened her mouth to speak, nothing but a croak
escaped, leaving a trail of lava in her parched throat. “Hel-lo?” Though her
voice had cracked, she attempted to sound friendly. Screaming or sobbing
wouldn’t do any good. Not that she had the strength or vocal cords anyway.
She wasn’t in the city; only the country would be as dark as
it’d been last night when her assailant brought her here. Even if she screamed
her head off, no one would hear. “Please,” she tried again. “I really have to
use the bathroom.”
The door opened finally, the hinges protesting in a lengthy
screech, begging for oil. Her captor entered the room still wearing a black ski
mask, gloved, and the same dark jeans and thick overcoat he’d had on the
previous evening. He wasn’t too tall or heavy. If given the chance, she could
probably take him. Jordan had taught her a few things. But as long as he had
the gun trained on her, she’d have to be submissive.
His gauntleted hand unlocked just one of her wrists. Then
placing the key in her hand, he stepped back. Obviously she was to unlock her
other restraints. She didn’t waste any time. She unlatched her left hand, then
both of her ankles. After rubbing them to increase circulation, she jumped out
of the bed on the opposite side of her detainer. He motioned with the gun that
she should move to the door on the far side of the room. She did as instructed,
opening the door to a small bathroom with just a sink and toilet. No window.
She quickly relieved herself. It felt incredible; she’d actually been in pain.
When finished, she opened the medicine cabinet and cubbyhole
under the sink, finding nothing usable as a weapon. Both rooms were completely
barren, stripped of everything. The abduction had not been a coincidence, but
premeditated.
About Carmen DeSousa:
A romantic-suspense writer, Carmen DeSousa’s books overflow
with romance, mystery, suspense, and of course, tragedy. After all, what would
a great story be without a tragic event setting the stage? Her sensual and
gripping mysteries have earned bestseller status on three continents because of
her ability to make readers love, laugh, cry, gasp, and hope.
All of Carmen’s novels are standalones; however, she does
link each of her stories with a little surprise. If you read out of order,
you'll never notice. But if you read in order, it's fun.
Find her novels in
print and eBook formats at your favorite retailer:
She Belongs to Me
– December 2011
Land of the Noonday
Sun – May 2012
Entangled Dreams
– September 2012
When Noonday Ends
– December 2012
Split Decisions –
June 2013
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