Book 3 True Detective Series

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Blurb

Family is everything.

No one knows that better than Carson, Matt and Nathalie. Through trials, and hardships, unwavering love and devotion, they’ve built a solid family unit. But Matt longs for a reunion with his estranged family.

A family in need.

In spite of the pain his sister put him through, Matt agrees to help his sister with a potentially ugly custody battle. Meanwhile Carson struggles to keep both Matt and Nathalie safe from Black Hemlock and anew more potential dangerous foe.

With every family there are secrets and hidden truths and buried lies. And lies, even those of omission, can destroy.

 

Contains strong language, violence, and explicit descriptions of sex. Contains BDSM elements. Also contains sensitive material which may trigger some readers.

Excerpt

THE WATER CLICKED OFF. Nathalie didn’t move.

“C’mon sweetheart.” Carson held out a towel. “You can’t stay in here forever.”

Nathalie shook her head

He bent, enveloped her in the towel and carried her from the shower. He frowned when she didn’t protest further. “You are absolutely safe,” he told her as he dried her limbs.

Again she shook her head.

Carson wrapped another towel around her wet hair She shivered beneath his hands. He grabbed the clothes he’d brought into the bathroom with him and helped her into a tee, sweatshirt and pants.

And still she shivered.

He led her into the outer office. Once she was settled on the small settee, he made sure the door was locked, then sat next to her.

“I shot her.”

Nathalie slowly turned to look at him.

Swinging her legs into his lap, Carson picked up a pair of socks. “I didn’t kill her, but I definitely winged her. Drexel is behind all this.”

“But you didn’t kill them?”

He paused, listening to her tone and replaying the words in his head. Not fear. “No.”

She breathed out a sigh. “Good.”

He paused in pulling the socks on her feet. He winged a brow. “I thought you wanted them dead.”

She met and held his gaze. Anger burned in her soft gray eyes. Anger so fierce she fairly vibrated with it. “I want them to pay. They can’t pay if they’re dead. They need to suffer and pay.” She pushed his hands aside and stood. “Stop babying me. The towel fell from her head, her damp braids heavy on her back.”

He stood as well.

“She made me feel helpless again and that pisses me off,” she snapped. “And I peed my pants. That infuriates me that she can still do that.” She paced back and forth. Her socked feet made no noise on the carpet, but the air vibrated with turmoil. “And I’m not safe as long as she’s on the streets.”


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