by Ashlee Mallory
Book Blast on April 18, 2016
He took everything. Now it’s her turn…
Former foster kid Olivia Michaels is finally about to have it all. She’s recently engaged, and on the cusp of earning a big promotion at a job she loves. But her perfect life is ripped apart by accusations of insider trading and fraud, and ultimately the murder of her best friend. Faced with the possibility of life in prison—or worst, death—she accepts a deal. A plea of guilty for something she didn’t do, in exchange for three years in prison.
Olivia’s lost everything. The only thing she has left now is time. Time to remember what she’s lost. Time to realize who had the most to gain. Time to plan exactly how she’s going to exact her revenge. When she leaves those prison walls, she’ll have more than just a new family of friends who’ll have her back; she’ll have a plan. And he’ll never see her coming.
Grab hold for this fast-paced, high-stakes caper that won’t let go!
Published by: Indie
Publication Date: April 18, 2016
Number of Pages: 299
Series: A Final Justice Thriller, #1
Purchase Links: Coming Soon!
Book Formats: ePub, mobi
Hosting Options: Review &/or Showcase
Giveaway: PICT Rafflecopter
More: ** While this is a one day only Book Blast, Ms. Mallory has given hosts the opportunity to review Deceived, as well. If you’d like to participate, and cannot review by April 18th, let Wendy know. **
Read an excerpt:
The hammering pain in my head finally brought me into consciousness, although I couldn’t yet bring myself to open my eyes. I lay there, trying to remember what happened. Someone had struck me. But Charlotte had been next to me and the blow…
I was wet, cold, and there was a strange smell in the air, an earthier smell, like copper, like…
I opened my eyes and managed to turn my head.
I sat up and winced as pain and nausea hit me over the sudden movement. Why was I wet? Why was there blood on my hands? My shirt? Had my head been bleeding? And where was Charlotte?
I couldn’t rise, not just yet, and came to my knees, crawling to the coffee table and my cell phone. This wasn’t right. Something was wrong.
Someone might still be here.
Where was Charlotte?
There was pounding again, only not from my head and voices called out. Police? Then there were officers swarming in.
Relieved, I sat back on the carpet, dropping my head to my hands. What had just happened? There was so much talking, someone asked me if I was okay, who I was, if anyone else was in the house. I shook my head as I tried to make sense of their questions.
“We have a body,” a female officer called out.
I turned to the officer, who was looking down at something behind the couch, already calling it in.
“What do you mean?” I stumbled to my feet, but wavered instantly. Before I could buckle back down, arms were around me.
“Olivia? Are you okay?” It was Ethan. He’d arrived and was holding me up. “Oh my God, what happened? Is that your blood? Are you bleeding?”
But I was barely listening. They’d said a body and I threw myself forward, trying to see something, anything.
Her feet were the first thing I spotted. She’d been wearing her black Jimmy Choos that we’d picked up on her birthday four months before, but one had fallen off and was next to her now bare foot.
Still, so still.
Another officer came over, stepping around the bod—around Charlotte. “I think we have a weapon.”
I’d reached the area where Charlotte was lying, her eyes glassy as they looked up, lifeless. Her pretty blonde hair streaked with fresh blood. The carpet underneath her deep crimson. Sure enough, by her side was something. The lamplight made the surface of the long scissors almost glisten—except where the dark color that could only be blood covered them.
The female officer squatted down along with the male officer to look at her, neither of them touching anything. The eggshell blouse she’d been wearing was now mostly red and it was apparent from the wound and the blood pooled underneath that she’d been stabbed in the throat.
I couldn’t stop the sob this time as I screamed her name. Over and over.
And then there was a prick in my arm and I was floating, adrift. And darkness again took me.
Ashlee Mallory is a USA Today Bestselling author of Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Thrillers. A recovering attorney, she currently resides in Utah with her husband and two kids. She aspires to one day include running, hiking and traveling to exotic destinations in her list of things she enjoys, but currently settles for enjoying a good book and a glass of wine from the comfort of her couch.