Scar Tissue by M C Domovitch Excerpt & Giveaway

Book Title: Scar Tissue Author: M C Domovitch Genre: Romantic Suspense Release Date: February 2016 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

When successful model Ciara Cain wakes up in hospital, remembering nothing of the weeks she has been missing, her only clues are the ugly words carved into her skin. According to the police she was a victim of the Cutter, a serial killer who has already murdered three women. For her protection the police and her doctors give a press conference, announcing that because her amnesia is organically caused, her memory loss is permanent. But, whether her memory returns or not is anybody’s guess. Overnight, Ciara’s glamorous life is gone. Her scars have killed both her modelling career and her relationship with her rich boyfriend. With nothing to keep her in New York, she returns to her home town of Seattle, moves in with her sister and goes about building a new life. But when her sister lets it slip that Ciara’s memory is returning, the killer comes after her again. If Ciara is to stay alive, she must keep one step ahead of the Cutter.

I don’t want to die. That single thought pounded through her mind as she hurtled through the woods. The blackness had dropped all at once, and now the trees were merely darker shadows against a dark night. The rain came down hard. Lightning cracked, sounding so much like a gunshot that she muffled a scream. But she had not been hit. She was still alive. She ran on. Branches and bushes whipped at her, scratching her arms and legs. She tripped over an exposed root and crashed to the ground, but was back on her feet in an instant. A brilliant flash of lightening was followed by thunder. Ka-boom. Everything that had been black a moment ago became white. Had she been spotted? No, surely not. A crunching sound came from her right. She whipped her head toward it and picked up her pace. Her breathing was ragged, short puffs of steam in the frigid April air. It couldn’t have been more than fifty degrees. Sweat and rain mixed with the dirt and blood from her countless wounds and ran down her face and neck in rivulets. Thanks to the adrenaline pumping through her veins, she was numb to the cold and the pain, but she would feel it later—if she got out of here alive. Please God, let me live. But she’d had no real food for days, no water except the occasional sip. Her body couldn’t keep going much longer. She was close to collapsing. Must. Keep. Going. If she wanted to stay alive, she needed to put as much distance as possible between herself and her captor.

M C Domovitch lives with her husband and their two dogs, Charlie and Gaia. They divide their time between their farm on the west coast, their home in Toronto and their winter home in the Florida Keys. M C started writing later in life, after retiring from her television career, “proving that one is never too late to follow one’s dreams,” as she points out. When she is not writing or traveling, she is an avid re-decorator. Which might explain why we move so much,” she adds, laughing. “Once a house has been re and re-done, it’s time to move on.” Monique is working on her ninth and tenth books, both murder mysteries.

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