haunts your dreams. I am a liar, a protector…a killer…I am death.You think you know my story, but you have no idea. My death was just the
I’m a dead man.
In the years since I escaped the shadow organization that owned me, my vow to
protect my family is the only thing that kept me alive.
Until I meet her.
Too bad I need the monster to protect her from the demons of her past.
Too bad she’s not that innocent.
Cliffhanger Warning: I know you want the whole story right now. But that’s not
how things went down. And I think you know by now when it comes to ORUS, things
don’t always go according to f*cking plan.
(The Deep Duet unfolds over the course of two books. Deep will be followed by
Deeper, releasing on January 29th)
getting this car down the fucking ravine and then climbing down herself. Time
to put on her big-girl thong.
She gathered up her long blond hair and secured it with a ponytail holder. Time
to get to work. She only had a couple of hours. She’d been following Rafe
DeMarco every Tuesday for months. This was the path he’d take. It was too late
for another plan. Besides she’s been setting this up for months.
She had selected the perfect spot for this. Right before the guardrail began.
As an added bonus, there was a path she could use to initially climb down and a
rock outcropping she could stand on to wait for him.
She’d scattered broken glass to make it look like an accident. Once the car was
in neutral, she jogged around to the trunk and started to push.
Her ribs throbbed. That asshole in krav maga class had forgotten they were
training and had gotten in a brutal hit. She’d have bruises for days. But it wasn’t
like she could wait to heal up.
Even as the sweat popped on her brow and her body screamed, inch by inch she
pushed until she finally started to get some momentum. And then managed to get
car right up to the edge. With one more deep breath, she rolled the car over
The crash, boom, thud sounds echoed all through the ravine as the car tumbled
front-over-end down the jagged edges of rocks. A quick glance at her watch told
her she needed to haul ass. DeMarco was likely turning on to the road by now,
so she didn’t have time to waste.
It was a stupid thing, but she felt a pang of hurt looking at the shiny blue
paint she’d picked out, all crumpled and cracked. That was the first car she’d
ever bought for herself.
She’d never had her own car before. Her father had preferred for her to be
chauffeured, and her brothers had felt the same way. So she’d been excited to
pick out a car on her own. And look at it now… a martyr for the cause.
“Your sacrifice will not be for nothing, young Toyota.”
The back of the car was now completely smashed and bent, so it looked like the
car had skidded off the road and plunged down the embankment. She shivered.
Under her coat, she only wore a thin dress, one that clung to her curves. But
it was part of the plan, so she’d pushed past the mortification. It would all
be worth it soon.
She clasped her forehead, rubbing at the stress ball of tension that had
settled behind her eyes. Now or never.
The entire scene had been meticulously planned. With a deep breath, she scooted
around the guardrail and held her breath as she started down the nearly
nonexistent trail. Sand and razor-sharp rocks were more than happy to mingle
with her toes and cut up her feet, but she kept moving.
The son of a bitch had better take the bait. He will. This whole plan banked on
Rafe DeMarco being a decent enough human being to care about someone else
potentially being hurt. Either that or curious enough to stop and see what the
hell was going on.
The glass was hard to ignore. As were the random clothes she’d strewn about.
She just prayed some other stray motorist didn’t decide to be a Good Samaritan.
But this was an access road, rarely ever traveled.
She shoved aside the lingering feelings of doubt and concern and guilt. This
man had taken everything away from her, deliberately and systematically. She
was going to return the favor. And she was going to get her life back. It
didn’t matter how long it took.
She shivered again when she remembered his dark eyes peering at her from behind
the mask. He’d just killed her father. Two bullets in the skull. Cold.
Efficient. His lips had been set in a firm, grim line.
She’d gasped from her hiding place, the fear and the shock and despair leaking
through her body like a chemical spill. She still remembered the sound of his
voice as he muttered a single word. “Fuck.” When he’d pulled aside the curtain,
she’d been so sure he was going to kill her too. Positive he was going to
murder her like he’d done her father. But he hadn’t. He’d let her live.
That was his first mistake.
Maybe he’d assumed she’d be so traumatized by the situation that she wouldn’t
remember. Maybe he thought she’d be grateful he hadn’t killed her. Maybe he
thought she’d forget his face, his voice, the way he made her feel.
Bad luck for him. She remembered that day in startling clarity. The day he’d
turned her family upside down. Come to think of it, she needed to have a slogan
for when she saw him again. Like in The Princess Bride.
“My name is Diana Vandergraff. You killed my father. Prepare to die.” She
wasn’t the villain here, so she wasn’t going to have some long, drawn-out
bragging speech. But he would know. She’d make sure he understood the series of
events that had led to his world crumbling.
She wanted him to know.
the Washington, DC metro area with her husband and their two sons. She holds a
master’s degree in Business from a prestigious college that would no doubt be
scandalized by how she’s using her expensive education.
ebooks in her two series, THE ALEXANDERS and BLUE-COLLAR BILLIONAIRES. Since
starting her indie journey in 2011 with the runaway bestselling novella
“Teasing Trent,” her work has appeared on the New York Times and USA
Today bestseller lists more than a dozen times.
things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense novel
she “borrowed” from her cousin.
precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick-butt heroines ever since.
With her overactive imagination constantly channeling her inner Buffy, it was
only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit
as brazen and kick-butt as she thinks she is.
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