Someone is stalking Marnie.
It’s Marnie’s last week at the law firm of Cliburn
& Reeves and she feels like she’s riding an emotional roller coaster. Up
when she wins the divorce and custody battle for Callie Jackson against her
abusive husband, Jed. And plummeting down when one witness after another
decides not to testify against Mark Hall, an attorney at another Charleston
firm and an “alleged” serial rapist.
Marnie receives one threat after another and she
constantly feels the need to look over her shoulder, convinced that someone is
stalking her. With Sam out of town on business, she’s alone in the big, old
farmhouse and strange things are happening. Noises in the attic, creaking
floorboards and someone watching her from the woods.
As she tries to determine the identity of the stalker,
the list of men who have grudges against her grows longer each day. In her line
of work she’s made enemies. Is the stalker someone from the past or one of the
men on her list? And, how far will he go?
“Ready to get started? I am.”
Here's an excerpt from the book:
A sudden realization
hit her like one of the bolts of lightning that continued to streak through the
room every few minutes. Oh, my God! The
gun! How could I have forgotten about it? Relief surged through her body.
She was going to get through this alive!
But she had to hurry.
She knew her intruder would be back any second and she needed to be ready. She
quickly turned to her left, stretched out her hands and burrowed them under
Sam’s pillow, expecting to find the revolver she had hidden there.
But she couldn’t find
it. Her heart raced. Oh, my God! What if
he found it while I was unconscious?
The gun was her only
hope. Without it, she was as good as dead. She pictured Sam coming home in the
morning and finding her mutilated body. The word “mutilated” sent a shiver down
her spine. But she knew her attacker was so full of rage that he would take it
out on her. It wouldn’t be an easy death. He would make sure she suffered
first.
She stretched her arms
out farther and farther and, finally, the tips of her fingers felt the cold
steel of the barrel. But it was just beyond her reach. She couldn’t help
groaning as she rolled on her side, stretching her body as far as her ankle
restraints allowed. Perspiration dripped down her face as she was finally able
to grasp the revolver with both of her hands.
The candle on the
nightstand flickered. Marnie looked up and saw her attacker standing in the
doorway. She gasped as he sauntered back into the bedroom wearing nothing but a smirk.
“Ready to get started? I am.”
