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TWISTED TRUTHS by Rebecca Zanetti
Part of the BLOOD BROTHERS series.
November 14, 2017 |
Trade paperback: $14.99 | eBook: $5.99 | ISBN: 978145559431
"TOP PICK! 4 1/2 stars! Zanetti proves that when it
comes to RS, she is in a class by herself!" ―RT Book Reviews
DESCRIPTION
One year ago, Denver Jones blew
up his life and left everything behind. To stay alive, he had no other choice. But
now, when video footage of the woman he could never forget goes viral, begging
for his help, he has no choice but to go to her. Her niece has been kidnapped
and Denver and his blood brothers are the only people she can trust.
But Denver isn't the only one
watching that video. The deadly forces from his past see it too-and they'll use
anything--and anyone--they can to lure Denver out of hiding to exact their
revenge.
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Rebecca Zanetti is the author of
over twenty-five romantic suspense, dark paranormal, and contemporary romances,
and her books have appeared multiple times on the New York Times, USA Today,
and Amazon bestseller lists. She has received a Publisher's Weekly Starred
Review for Wicked Edge, Romantic Times Reviewer Choice Nominations for
Forgotten Sins and Sweet Revenge, and RT Top Picks for several of her novels. She lives in the wilds of the Pacific
Northwest with her own alpha hero, two kids, a couple of dogs, a crazy
cat...and a huge extended family. She
believes strongly in luck, karma, and working her butt off...and she thinks one
of the best things about being an author, unlike the lawyer she used to be, is
that she can let the crazy out. Find Rebecca at: www.rebeccazanetti.com
EXCERPT
Slowly, numbly, she shrugged. “I knew you were dangerous and relentless in
pursuing somebody,” she whispered. But a
killer? Her search for him had held a
romantic element, and she knew it. This
guy was all edge—no romance. “Am I in
danger?” Her voice quivered, but she had
to know.
“Yes.” He didn’t move. Didn’t even seem to breathe.
She blinked. Rapidly.
“From you?”
His eyes darkened. “No.
The only thing I’m capable of breaking is your heart.”
Cold swam through her. The arrogance. “You think you broke my heart?”
His lip twisted. “I know I did.” His tone was low with what seemed like
self-hatred. Dark and raw. “I’m sorry.”
Those words. She’d needed those words and hadn’t realized
how badly. “Thank you,” she said, going
on instinct. “Then how am I in danger?”
“I’m in danger, and anybody close
to me is free game for an enemy who will keep coming until I’m dead. Until everything I care about, everything I
dream about, is taken away and I want death.”
He looked back down at the computer, intensity pouring from him.
Whoa. Okay. Denver didn’t have one bit of hysteria in him. His words scared her, but curiosity still
rose up. “Who?”
“Irrelevant. As soon as we get Talia back, you have to
forget me. Now. Back to Richie.”
She could live forever, and she’d
never forget him. Not for one second had
she been able to pretend he didn’t exist.
But he was right. They had to
find Talia, but he still needed to explain more. She had a right to know everything. “I have files on everything.” She threw her pack at Denver, and he easily
caught it before it smashed him in the face.
He didn’t so much as frown. “Thank you.”
She swallowed. They were in the same room. After a year of hurting for him, he was right
there in solid form. More than solid. She hadn’t imagined his hard body or intense
charisma. He owned every room he walked
into with no effort. She’d never met
anybody like him, and here he was. Her
body tingled, her heart ached, and her mind spun. Yeah.
Denver was definitely there.
“What now?” she asked, her eyes gritty and her throat scratchy.
“I’ll do some research.”
Slowly, numbly, she shrugged.
“I knew you were dangerous and relentless in pursuing somebody,” she
whispered. But a killer? Her search for him had held a romantic
element, and she knew it. This guy was
all edge—no romance. “Am I in
danger?” Her voice quivered, but she had
to know.
“Yes.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t even seem
to breathe.
She blinked. Rapidly.
“From you?”
His eyes darkened. “No.
The only thing I’m capable of breaking is your heart.”
Cold swam through her. The arrogance. “You think you broke my heart?”
His lip twisted. “I know I did.” His tone was low with what seemed like
self-hatred. Dark and raw. “I’m sorry.”
Those words. She’d needed those words and hadn’t realized
how badly. “Thank you,” she said, going
on instinct. “Then how am I in danger?”
“I’m in danger, and anybody close to me is
free game for an enemy who will keep coming until I’m dead. Until everything I care about, everything I
dream about, is taken away and I want death.”
He looked back down at the computer, intensity pouring from him.
Whoa. Okay.
Denver didn’t have one bit of hysteria in him. His words scared her, but curiosity still
rose up. “Who?”
“Irrelevant. As soon as we get Talia back, you have to
forget me. Now. Back to Richie.”
She could live forever, and she’d never
forget him. Not for one second had she
been able to pretend he didn’t exist.
But he was right. They had to find
Talia, but he still needed to explain more.
She had a right to know everything.
“I have files on everything.” She
threw her pack at Denver, and he easily caught it before it smashed him in the
face.
He didn’t so much as frown. “Thank you.”
She swallowed. They were in the same room. After a year of hurting for him, he was right
there in solid form. More than solid. She hadn’t imagined his hard body or intense
charisma. He owned every room he walked
into with no effort. She’d never met
anybody like him, and here he was. Her
body tingled, her heart ached, and her mind spun. Yeah.
Denver was definitely there.
“What now?” she asked, her eyes gritty and her throat scratchy.
“I’ll do some
research.”
Long Excerpt
Noni slowly came awake with a heater at her
back. The smell of male and forest
filled her senses.
Denver.
She stilled and listened to his even breathing. He was asleep. Good.
She took a moment to feel his presence in bed again. Some of the happiest times in her entire life
had been with him in bed. Man, she’d
fallen for him fast and hard. They’d
only dated for about three months, but she could remember each and every detail
as if it were yesterday. The feeling of
him in bed was right.
Yet it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. For months after he’d left, she hadn’t slept
in her bed. She’d watched television
until falling asleep on the sofa in her living room.
She couldn’t do this. Be with him like this. Everything feminine in her wanted to turn
around and snuggle into his arms. But
he’d be gone soon, and she knew it. Why
torture herself? The room was still
dark, so dawn had yet to arrive. She
slid from the bed as quietly as she could, turned and backtracked to the
doorway.
He slept on his back on top of the covers,
his huge body taking up most of the bed.
His movements were nil, but his breathing even. How tired had he been? A lock of his black hair had fallen on his
forehead, and her fingers itched to push it away. To caress down his hard jaw and muscled neck
to that wide chest. She’d once spent an
entire morning kissing that chest.
Man, she missed him. Even now, with him near and her so pissed,
she missed those moments. When he was
hers to touch.
Enough wallowing. That was beneath her, and she was stronger
than this. There was no choice. She swallowed and gathered her courage, sliding
out of the room and quietly shutting the door.
After a quick trip to the one bathroom, she tiptoed into the living room
and surveyed the computers. The
materials from her backpack were spread over a table, while other manila files
and yellow notepads were scattered around.
Forgoing hers for his, she flipped through
them. A small, very small, part of her
felt guilty to be going through Denver’s things. The other part, the one he’d abandoned alone
in a bed in Alaska, didn’t give a hoot.
The man would never level with her, so she’d be the detective in this
case.
The file held a bunch of notes and pictures
of red-headed women. Something about a
Copper Killer serial case filled one.
She pushed it aside and opened another file labeled as “Dr. Madison.”
“See anything that interests you?” Denver asked from hallway entry.
Noni jumped, her lungs compressing. “I’m just getting started.” She would not feel bad. “I read about the Copper Killer case in the
newspaper. He was a serial killer who
focused on redheads. They caught the guy here in Snowville, right?”
“We
caught the guy,” Denver said, not moving.
He leaned against the door frame, his hair mussed up, whiskers covering
his square jaw. His ragged T-shirt was
wrinkled, and his jeans ripped, and nothing in the world had ever looked so
delicious. Sexy, tousled, and dangerous.
Noni cleared her throat. A pulse set up between her legs. So that’s why he had been in town. “That wasn’t in the news.”
“It wouldn’t be.” He pushed away from the door frame toward
her, holding out his hand. “My records.”
She clutched them to her chest. “I’m not done snooping.”
“Yes, you are.” He grasped the manila folders with two
fingers and pulled.
She could fight him, but in a tug of war,
she’d probably lose. Or at least get a
paper cut, and those sucked. “Who is Dr.
Madison?”
At the question, his lazy indulgence
disappeared. A flash of heat hit his
eyes, and for the moment, he looked every bit as deadly as he’d warned her that
he could be. Barely leashed violence
poured off him in a heat she could actually feel. “Nobody,” he said, his voice guttural.
Noni gaped at him. At the change in him—in a second. “Right.
I, ah, I can see that.”
Then the gates shuttered closed. A veil fell over his expressive eyes,
effectively shutting her out.
She exhaled. “I’d forgotten that look.” When they’d dated, every time she’d asked
about his life, about his childhood, he’d shut her out. And she’d let him. Oh, she’d sensed the pain in his past, and
she’d just accepted him, knowing someday he’d open up to her. Someday he’d feel free enough, safe enough,
to confide in her. “I was such a fucking
idiot,” she muttered, letting the truth finally in. Even when they’d been together, he hadn’t let
her know him.
“No, you’re not,” he said gently. “I’m good at playing a part. Really good.”
Fire lashed her. She jumped up, sending the chair flying
back. He had fooled her, and he had done
a good job with it. But there had been
moments…real moments. She had to trust
herself and what she felt. Could she
shake him? Get him to admit it was more
than just a part? “Oh, baby.
You’re not that good.”
“No?” he asked silkily.
“No.”
She levered up right into his face, finally trusting her instincts. “I may not know the details of your life, of
your big secrets, but I know you a little bit, asshole.” She slapped a hand on his chest. Hard.
“Whether you like it or not, you revealed some of your true self.” While
she didn’t know the facts, she knew his heart.
Whether he liked it or not. Since
he’d shown up in her motel room, she hadn’t had time to really think. No way would he hurt her. While he was dangerous, she was safe. “Suck on that.”
“Maybe,” he said, pressing his hand over
hers. “It doesn’t change anything. We’re gonna find this baby and get you
safe. Then I have another job to do.”
“Jobs,” she sputtered as his heart beat so
steadily against her palm. “Tons of jobs,
right?”
“No.
Just one.” His hand completely
covered hers, and she couldn’t move it.
The way he said the words gave her pause. Such finality in each syllable.
Her gaze dropped to the files in his other
hand. “Dr. Madison?”
He slowly nodded.
“You’re trying to find her?” That’s what he did, right? He found people or things. His detective agency found the lost. That’s what he’d always said.
“Yes.”
She swallowed. “Then what?”
Instinct chilled down her back, but she didn’t know why. Tension choked around them. “What happens to Dr. Madison?”
“I’m going to kill her.” With that, Denver released Noni’s hand and
moved around her to the computers.
“Now. Let’s find that baby.”
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