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
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.
About Carmen DeSousa:
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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