Title: Split Decisions
Author: Carmen DeSousa
Genre: Fiction, Romance,
Suspense
Publisher: 5 Prince Books
Formats Available In: All eBook
formats & Print
Release Date: June 27, 2013
Digital: ISBN 13:
978-1-939217-65-3 ISBN 10: 1-939217-65-2
Print: ISBN 13:
978-1-939217-66-0 ISBN 10: 1-939217-66-0
Purchase Link:
http://www.5princebooks.com/buy.html
(Available
June 27)
Blurb: Sometimes you want
something so badly you are willing to abandon everything you’ve
ever known—including yourself.
Eighteen years ago, Jaynee Monroe
married the man of her dreams, became the mother of four, and
fulfilled her career goals. About to turn forty, she senses something
is missing from her idyllic life. While Googling her name in an
attempt to find herself, she unearths something so impossible, she
contemplates her own sanity. Seeking answers, she embarks on a
journey to discover the truth, only to end up abducted by a deranged
stranger who insists on calling her Caycee.
Caycee took the road less traveled.
Rejecting a marriage proposal from the only decent man she ever knew,
she ventures to California to become famous. Eighteen years later,
success has left her alone and miserable. Attempting to locate her
lost love on Facebook, she discovers his infatuation with her. Not
only does his presumed-dead wife have Caycee’s uncommon middle
name, it appears he has photo-shopped her face over hers.
Never could Caycee and Jaynee have
imagined decisions they made years earlier would threaten not only
their lives but also their loved ones. Caycee must now reunite with
the southern gent she dismissed eighteen years ago and convince him
to accompany her to New York to locate his wife, the most important
person in both their lives.
Excerpt:
Jaynee awoke with a start, salty tears
streaming down her cheeks, burning her already chapped lips. She
attempted to swallow, but didn’t have enough saliva to moisten her
mouth. It’d just been a nightmare. The nightmare she used to have
nightly after her father committed suicide. Though, she hadn’t had
it in years. Not since Jordan had taken her away from her previous
life, providing a stable home, love, and strong arms to shield her
from the demons that haunted her.
Unfortunately, Jordan wasn’t here,
and her surroundings were all too real. Pinpricks of sunlight
streaked through the corners of the shaded windows, illuminating the
dust motes dancing in the air.
The room was still dark in most spots,
but she could almost make out her surroundings. It looked like a
cabin of some sort. The walls were a dingy off-white or possibly just
stained from years of exposure, but the ceiling and trim were dark
wood along with the slatted floors. A musty scent permeated the area,
irritating her sinuses, but she couldn’t even scratch her nose.
Cuffs still secured her to the four
bedposts. What kind of sicko would do such a thing? Her arms and legs
ached from the position they’d been in all night, and she had to go
to the bathroom something awful.
When she opened her mouth to speak,
nothing but a croak escaped, leaving a trail of lava in her parched
throat. “Hel-lo?” Though her voice had cracked, she attempted to
sound friendly. Screaming or sobbing wouldn’t do any good. Not that
she had the strength or vocal cords anyway.
She wasn’t in the city; only the
country would be as dark as it’d been last night when her assailant
brought her here. Even if she screamed her head off, no one would
hear. “Please,” she tried again. “I really have to use the
bathroom.”
The door opened finally, the hinges
protesting in a lengthy screech, begging for oil. Her captor entered
the room still wearing a black ski mask, gloved, and the same dark
jeans and thick overcoat he’d had on the previous evening. He
wasn’t too tall or heavy. If given the chance, she could probably
take him. Jordan had taught her a few things. But as long as he had
the gun trained on her, she’d have to be submissive.
His gauntleted hand unlocked just one
of her wrists. Then placing the key in her hand, he stepped back.
Obviously she was to unlock her other restraints. She didn’t waste
any time. She unlatched her left hand, then both of her ankles. After
rubbing them to increase circulation, she jumped out of the bed on
the opposite side of her detainer. He motioned with the gun that she
should move to the door on the far side of the room. She did as
instructed, opening the door to a small bathroom with just a sink and
toilet. No window. She quickly relieved herself. It felt incredible;
she’d actually been in pain.
When finished, she opened the medicine
cabinet and cubbyhole under the sink, finding nothing usable as a
weapon. Both rooms were completely barren, stripped of everything.
The abduction had not been a coincidence, but premeditated.
A romantic-suspense writer, Carmen
DeSousa’s books overflow with romance, mystery, suspense, and of
course, tragedy. After all, what would a great story be without a
tragic event setting the stage? Her sensual and gripping mysteries
have earned bestseller status on three continents because of her
ability to make readers love, laugh, cry, gasp, and hope.
All of Carmen’s novels are
standalones; however, she does link each of her stories with a little
surprise. If you read out of order, you'll never notice. But if you
read in order, it's fun.
Find her novels in print and eBook
formats at your favorite retailer:
She Belongs to Me – December
2011
Land of the Noonday Sun – May
2012
Entangled Dreams – September
2012
When Noonday Ends – December
2012
Split Decisions – June 2013
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How to contact Carmen DeSousa:
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