Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
The emotions that Thatcher stirred inside me couldn’t be labeled good. Now that I knew how exciting, tempting, and addicting the darkness could be, I wasn’t sure I would have the strength to stay away.
Thatcher
There wasn’t a moment in my life that I didn’t feel detached. My earliest memory is that of my mother looking at me as if I was something to fear. I’d never had a relationship with her. The ones I did have were forged from loyalty. Love was a concept that was used to explain a broad range of emotions that one felt. I had very few of those, so I didn’t require labels. When a situation presented itself that required a reaction, I thought it out—made my decision. Even if those closest to me believed my actions weren’t something I could control. I let them think it because their misconception gave me power. I was the master of my impulse.
Except once- when wide, terrified gray eyes locked on mine. She’d been in trouble, and my questionable sanity snapped.
That day, I realized my twisted soul wasn’t the only thing buried deep inside me. Perhaps it was what my mother had seen in my eyes as a child that kept her from caring for me like she did my brother. The evil that seemed to dwell but not stir had been provoked. The sweet little minister’s daughter had no idea the demons she’d awaken.
Capri
Just when I get a chance of a lifetime to ride for Shepherd Ranch and make a mark in the horse racing world, everything else in my life seems to take a downward spiral. I’m terrible with flirting, and I can’t seem to keep a guy interested long enough for any real relationship. I spend most nights alone, and my imagination is starting to get the best of me. I’ve almost convinced myself there is something in the shadows watching me. I shouldn’t have stopped praying. Now, my list of sins has gotten out of hand in God’s tally book. I doubted he had enough saving grace to wipe all I’d done clean.
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• Prologue •
thatcher
Nine Years Ago
This wasn’t because I was harboring any guilt or regret. Nothing in me required I find redemption for my actions. Those were pointless emotions that I’d never experienced. I hadn’t come here, looking for her, in hopes of finding vindication either. I was just fucking curious. I mean, she was the trigger that had caused me to kill a guy who’d not done shit to me. Normally, when I took a life, it was family stuff. Something I’d been told to do. But the day I’d snapped Beauden Redd’s neck had been because of her.
Wavy honey-blonde hair hung free down her back as her laughter drifted across the parking lot. As I watched her, I was too far away to see the gray color of her eyes. But I remembered them. She’d changed over the past five years. Grown up, although she was still petite and too damn fragile-looking. Her glasses were gone, and I’d bet her braces were too. The preppy, Bible-toting prick who was smiling down at her like the sun rose and set at her feet led me to believe the girl had become a looker.
I inhaled one last time before taking the cigarette from my teeth and dropping it onto the pavement. I’d assumed seeing her from a distance would be enough, but I wasn’t so sure now. She was an anomaly for me. I couldn’t put my finger on why either. Thus my current location—a church parking lot. Not a place I frequented.
My gaze drifted down to her ass, which, in the jeans she was wearing, appeared round and toned. For a tiny thing, she had some long legs. Her high waist made them longer than most girls her size. Her bare arms were tanned. I doubted that golden skin color came from a tanning bed, but rather a lot of time outdoors.
Another laugh. I was annoyed, and I couldn’t put my finger on why. My gaze shifted to the blond guy talking to her, and I scowled. He was as fucking pedestrian as you could get. Squinting, I took in how smooth his arms were. Did the fucker shave them?
I reached in my back pocket and pulled out another cigarette, then clamped it between my teeth. She could do better than that. I mean, there had to be guys who liked the innocent, sweet shit she had going on that didn’t look like they’d bore a room full of Grannys.
Flicking my lighter, I continued to study her as I lit my next smoke. Her head turned in my direction as if I’d called her name. I lowered my hand and puffed at my cigarette before sliding my lighter back into my pocket. Holding her gaze, I watched as she tilted her head slightly to the left, and those gray eyes dropped to my mouth, then came back to meet mine. A soft smile touched her face as if she knew me and was pleased to see me, although I suspected she didn’t remember me. We’d never really spoken.
The braces were indeed gone. Those lips, which used to stick out like a damn duck because of the metal in her mouth, were now perfect. Her arched brows, full and perky cheeks, and heart-shaped face seemed to all fit together with that mouth of hers. It worked.
She swung her attention back to the guy in front of her. Shifting my gaze to his, I found him glaring this way. Smirking, I took the cigarette from my teeth and held it between my fingers as I leaned back on the bed of my truck and crossed my arms over my chest. I hadn’t come to cause her any problems, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope that fucker would walk over here. The threat in his gaze made me want to laugh.
“Don’t be stupid, little boy,” I muttered before taking another pull from my cigarette.
He swung his gaze back to her and was talking now with more intensity than I liked. Was he correcting her? I felt a nudge against my chest that I fought to push back. Not my problem.
“Excuse me, but there is no smoking on church grounds,” an uptight feminine voice said, and I flicked my gaze over to my right, where an older lady stood, frowning at me.
The helmet hair of hers barely moved in the breeze as she narrowed her eyes. There were few cars here, but then it was a Thursday. I wasn’t a churchgoer, but I knew the folks here seemed to fill up the parking lot on Sundays, not Thursdays. Someone’s granny must have stopped by to pray or feed the needy. Hell, I didn’t know what went on inside. Whoever she belonged to, they needed to come get her. She didn’t know when to keep her mouth shut and mind her own fucking business.