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DARK SECRETS.

With a new identity, a new city to live in, and a wonderful new husband, Rachel Moore believes she's finally free of the demons in her past. But nothing could be farther from the truth. For the deadly secrets she thought were long-buried are now on the brink of being exposed.

HAVE A WAY.

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Overview

DARK SECRETS.

With a new identity, a new city to live in, and a wonderful new husband, Rachel Moore believes she's finally free of the demons in her past. But nothing could be farther from the truth. For the deadly secrets she thought were long-buried are now on the brink of being exposed.

HAVE A WAY.

Someone has a vendetta against Rachel. Someone whom she betrayed a long time ago.

Someone who is determined to make her pay-no matter the cost.

OF COMING BACK WITH A VENGEANCE.

Now Rachel knows it's just a matter of time before her dangerous past meets up with her present-and destroys everything she's worked so hard for. Because if there's one thing that can be counted on-her enemy never forgets or forgives and will do whatever it takes to see Rachel suffer...

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780786019939
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 7/1/2008
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 714,889
  • Product dimensions: 4.22 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Brandon Massey lives near Atlanta with his wife, where he is at work on his next novel.
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DON'T EVER TELL
By BRANDON MASSEY
PINNACLE BOOKS Copyright © 2008 Brandon Massey
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7860-1993-9



Chapter One The night that changed Joshua Moore's life began, ironically, with a party.

On Sunday, December 16, Joshua and his wife, Rachel, hosted a holiday get-together at their home in south metro Atlanta. Over twenty people, a lively blend of family and friends, crowded into the four-bedroom house. It was their first time holding an event at their home since they had moved in five months ago, and Joshua's head was spinning from all the activity.

People gathered in the family room, dining room, kitchen, living room, and hallway, eating, drinking, talking, and laughing. The dining room had been turned into a buffet, featuring a full spread of appetizers, desserts, and beverages such as crab cakes, hot wings, egg rolls, meatballs, pasta salad, peel-and-eat shrimp, cheeses, cookies, cakes, fruit punch, soda, wine, and a glass bowl brimming with rum-spiced eggnog. Holiday music played over the in-house stereo system, loud enough to enliven the mood but low enough to encourage conversation.

"You look dazed," Eddie Barnes said. Standing in the living room beside a seven-foot high Christmas tree that dwarfed his slight frame, Eddie nursed a glass of eggnog. "Take a load off and chill for a sec."

"Good idea." Careful not to spill his soda, Joshua sat on one of the new microfiber sofas they had purchased upon moving in. He stretched his legs in front of him-which, at his height of six feet five, was a considerable length. "I can't remember the last time I threw a party."

"I do," Eddie said. "Sixteenth birthday. In your parents' basement. I was the deejay, remember? Mixmaster E?"

"Man, that was a long time ago. Sixteen years?"

Eddie bobbed his clean-shaven head. "We're getting old, dawg. Married with kids and shit."

"Speak for yourself. I don't have any kids."

"They're on the way. See how much Rachel's been talking to Ariel? She's getting child-rearing tips, trust me. Look at 'em." Eddie motioned with his glass.

Joshua looked over his shoulder. Dressed in a red sweater, green slacks, and a cute Santa cap, Rachel was in the hallway speaking to Ariel, Eddie's wife. Ariel bounced their three-year-old son on her hip with practiced ease, while their six-year-old daughter pranced around them. Tanisha May, Rachel's business partner, was also part of the group. The two as-yet childless women resembled chicks taking lessons from a mother hen.

Joshua shrugged. "We're in no rush to have kids. We only got married six months ago. We're planning to just enjoy being married, do some traveling, you know."

"What's that saying? Man plans-God laughs. You never know what life'll hit you with. Be ready."

"You must've tipped some extra rum into that glass. You're talking crazy."

"I joke, but fatherhood is cool, Josh." Eddie gazed at his young children with a proud smile. "Makes you grow up real quick. Can you honestly say, right now, that you would die for someone else?"

Joshua looked at Rachel again. As sometimes happened when he regarded her, his heart kicked, an almost painfully poignant feeling.

"I'd die for my wife," he said.

"Most definitely. Now take that same feeling that you'd sacrifice it all for her, and multiply it by ten-that's how you'll feel when you have children."

"How'd you feel when Ariel was pregnant?"

"Tired as hell. She'd be snoring so loud and rolling around in the bed so much I got maybe two hours of sleep a night. Sometimes I had to sleep in the guest room."

"Seriously? What else?"

"When she was walking around with my babies growing in her? Dude, if you had looked at her the wrong way, I might have jacked you. Some superman, protective thing kicks in. I didn't want her to go anywhere alone. Didn't want her to drive or lift anything. I was sort of tripping out for a minute."

"Sounds like it. Anyway, like I said, it'll be a while before Rachel and I get to that point."

"Do some traveling, yeah. Get your money right. Spend some more time getting to know each other."

"We already know each other pretty well, or else we wouldn't have gotten married."

"Nah, dawg. You're only six months in-you don't know each other yet. Talk to me after ten years."

"There you go." Joshua shook his head. "Newlyweds don't get any respect."

"It's all relative. My folks have been married damn near forty years, and they look at me and Ariel like we just met yesterday."

"I hear you. Hey, be back in a minute-I'm gonna grab another crab cake before they're all gone."

Joshua started to rise off the couch-and spilled his soda. Cola splashed onto the beige carpet. He swore under his breath and looked around for a napkin.

"I'll take care of that," Rachel said, suddenly beside him with a delicate hand on his arm.

"Sorry. You know how clumsy I can be."

"Don't say that, baby." She took a wadded napkin and pressed it against the darkening damp spot on the carpet. "Can you get some more ice out of the garage, please? Tanisha wants to make some strawberry daiquiris."

"Sure."

"Thanks, love."

Joshua glanced at Eddie, who had followed their interaction with amusement, and headed to the garage to fetch a bag of ice from the freezer. Eddie, he knew, could remember a time when his spilling a drink at a party would have provoked a hurtful remark from whoever happened to be his girlfriend at the moment. He had been dating since he was a teenager, but Rachel was the first woman who truly loved him for who he was, clumsiness and all.

Sometimes, he honestly wondered how she had fallen in love with him in the first place. He was no one special. He wasn't rich-he was a freelance graphic designer, and earned a reasonable but unremarkable income. He wasn't particularly handsome-though he was tall and husky, he wore thick glasses to correct a bad case of astigmatism, which back in the day his classmates had teasingly called "Coke bottles." And he sure as hell wasn't suave-no man with a knack for knocking over drinks, bumping into people, or dropping dishes could be considered smooth by any stretch of the imagination.

Further mystifying him was the fact that she, by comparison, was perfect. Sweet-hearted. Intelligent. Successful in her chosen profession as a hair salon owner and stylist. Supportive of his goals, and pursuing goals of her own. And not to overlook, she was absolutely fine-five feet six, with big pretty brown eyes, smooth skin the color of honey, and a body that would have roused the pulse of a dead man. Although he had often dreamed of finding a woman like Rachel, it had seemed one of those farfetched fantasies, like one might have of hitting the lottery some day.

But somehow, he had found her-and when he had told Eddie that he would die for her, he meant it.

Around nine, the last guest departed, and blessed calm took over the house. Joshua collapsed on the love seat in the family room, legs too tired to stand any more.

A minute later, Rachel entered from the kitchen. She eased onto his lap, languidly stretched her arms above her head, and released a deep sigh.

"Finally, we can relax," she said.

Coco, the three-year-old Chihuahua that Rachel had brought to their relationship, scampered across the room and leaped onto Joshua's lap, too. Restless from being caged upstairs during the party, the dog whined and tried to kiss Joshua on the mouth, and he gently nudged her away.

"Daddy doesn't want to give you smooches now, sweetie," Rachel said. She plucked Coco off his chest and tucked the dog against her breast like a purse. "Daddy's saving his kisses for Mommy."

Tail wagging, the dog looked at Joshua longingly.

"I think she needs a boyfriend," he said. "Anyway, what do you think about the party? I thought it was a hit."

"Me, too. It was a lot of work, but everyone seemed to have a good time."

He studied her face. Although she had channeled her energies into hosting the party, he'd had the nagging sense that she was distracted by something. A couple of times during the event, he'd noticed her off to herself, not speaking to anyone, her gaze clouded, as if she were deeply immersed in thought.

Now, however, her eyes only looked tired.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Just wrung out."

"Too bad tomorrow's Monday. I'd love to sleep in."

"Oh, you're funny. You can sleep in, Mr. I Work from Home. I have to get up at the ass crack of dawn and open a salon."

"I meant I'd love to sleep in together." He touched her leg.

"Oh?" Mischief sparkled in her eyes.

"I'd like one of those long, lazy mornings. Hugging, cuddling."

"Hugging, cuddling, and other bedroom activities."

"Something like that."

"I can tell Tanisha I'll be in late and have someone cover my appointments." She set Coco on the floor. Then she placed her hand on his groin, and slowly began to massage.

"But why wait until tomorrow morning to get started?" she asked.

"You're not too tired?"

"Are you?" She squeezed him.

He groaned.

"Let's go upstairs."

"Let's not."

She began to pull her sweater over her head.

Although he thought he had a healthy sex drive, she was often insatiable. He knew she had been with men before him-though he didn't know how many and didn't care to ask-but he often got the sense that with him, she felt free to express herself in ways that she never had before. As if with him, she was free for the first time in her life.

Weird, but that was the impression he had.

At some point, they made their way upstairs to the master bedroom. Exhausted, they fell asleep, lying against each other like spoons in a drawer.

Later that night, he awoke to Rachel screaming.

Chapter Two "No ... no!"

Snatched to alertness by her cries, Joshua bolted upright in bed. He'd never heard Rachel scream like that, and he was half-convinced that he was dreaming. He quickly realized that he wasn't-his heart was knocking too hard.

He grabbed his glasses from the nightstand, fumbled them on.

The dark bedroom came into sharp focus. They were alone. Rachel was having a bad dream.

Bed covers pulled up to her chin, face concealed in darkness, Rachel whipped her head back and forth, bed springs creaking as she screeched at her dream assailant.

"No, please ..."

He'd never seen Rachel suffer a nightmare; she normally slept as soundly as the dead. But she was in such a state of turmoil that he was afraid to touch her, worried that any physical contact might drive her into an uncontrollable frenzy.

Maybe he was dreaming.

Rachel shrieked again. "You bastard!"

He flinched at the fury in her voice. Who was she fighting? She rarely swore like that, and he'd never heard her address anyone with such rage and terror.

But it had to be a man. A woman would call only a man a bastard.

Although part of him wanted to wake her and put an end to her torment, another part of him was curious, and out of that curiosity, didn't want to intervene. He wanted to wait and see if she would say something else that would clue him in on her relationship with this guy who, whoever he was, frightened her terribly.

She'd never mentioned a prior relationship with an abusive man. Actually, she never said much at all about her previous relationships. "What's in the past is over and done with," she would say with a shrug. "All that matters is that today, we're together." And with that, she would change the subject.

He never pushed her for more details. Was the past really that important? He hated talking about old flames, too, because it was embarrassing to remember how women had used to treat him like a human doormat.

Rachel flung away the covers. She flailed her arms and kicked, as though trying to keep someone from climbing on top of her.

"Get off me, damn it!"

Beside the bed, Coco let loose a high-pitched bark. At night, the dog slumbered in a pet kennel atop the nightstand on Rachel's side of the bed. Like most Chihuahuas, Coco was protective of the person she regarded as her master. She scratched at the bars of her cage, big eyes flashing in the darkness, four pounds of righteous fury.

The little dog shamed him into action. He clicked on the bedside lamp.

Rachel's face was contorted with her efforts to fight off her attacker, her dark, curly hair disheveled, hands clenched as she shoved at an invisible body.

He touched her shoulder. Her skin was clammy, but she didn't respond to him.

"Rachel, wake up." He shook her gently. "It's only a dream."

But she was oblivious to him. She gagged, as if being choked, and her hands went to her neck, trying to pry away an imaginary stranglehold.

A cold finger tapped his spine. This had gone far enough.

Choking, Rachel kicked wildly, hands grasping at her neck. A thick vein pulsed in stark relief on her throat.

Coco was barking as if she were one of the hounds of hell.

He grabbed Rachel's wrists and pulled them away from her neck. It wasn't easy-she had the desperate strength of someone fighting for her life.

"Rachel, wake up."

"Get off!" Spittle sprayed his face. She thrashed like an angry snake.

He pressed her hands down to her sides. He braced his knee across her legs, to keep her from kicking him.

"Rachel, listen to me! It's only a dream. Wake up!"

She turned to his voice, and finally, her eyes opened.

She had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, a light shade of brown flecked with gold that reminded him of autumn days, but at that moment, her eyes glistened with fear and confusion.

"It's me, Josh. Everything's okay. You were having a bad dream."

She blinked, comprehension sinking into her face. She stopped her struggle, and sucked in sharp breaths. Perspiration shone on her brow.

"Only a bad dream," he said.

"A dream?" Her voice, normally musical and confident, was as soft as a frightened child's.

"Only a dream."

A sob burst out of her. She came into his arms. "Hold me."

He held her and whispered words of comfort. She squeezed against him, fingernails dug into his back.

Soon, her sobs subsided. Her breaths grew deeper, and within a few minutes, she had drifted back to sleep. Coco, too, settled down to slumber again.

He laid Rachel on the bed, pulled the covers up to her chin. Although she had fallen back to sleep, sleep eluded him.

In the year that they had known each other, he thought he'd come to know Rachel well-certainly, well enough to want to spend the rest of his life with her. He knew all the basics, of course: she was thirty years old, two years younger than him, had never been married or had children, drank alcohol socially but didn't smoke, had grown up in Illinois the only child of parents who'd died when she was only five and been raised by her aunt, and had built a lucrative career as a hair stylist. She loved Mexican food, white wine, novels by Alice Walker, museums, comedy films, vacations to the beach, and dogs.

But mysteries remained. He'd never met any of her family, or any of her friends that she'd known before she moved to Atlanta. At their wedding, the guest list was composed mostly of his own friends and family, the only people on her side being coworkers and friends from her hair salon.

By way of explanation, she said that her family was small, scattered across the country, and didn't keep in touch, and that she'd never been the kind of woman who'd had a large roster of friends. She was a loner, she said, a symptom of growing up an only child.

He had accepted her explanations about her past. There was no reason for her to lie. He loved her, she loved him, and he took what she told him at face value.

But as he gazed at her closed eyes, a question hung over him like sour smoke.

Who had she been fighting in her dream?

Chapter Three Joshua awoke at five-thirty, much earlier than usual. Beside him, Rachel was still dozing.

Last night, they had spoken of sleeping in together, enjoying another leisurely lovemaking session and going off to their respective jobs later in the morning, but he was too wound up to lie in bed any longer.

He put on a T-shirt and sweatpants, padded downstairs, and brewed a pot of coffee.

They'd moved into the house five months ago, but he was still getting used to the place. It was far more spacious than the one-bedroom apartment he'd lived in for the past few years, and far more luxurious than anything he'd ever aspired to own. At times he felt as if his life there was temporary, as if he were only house-sitting until the rightful owner returned to reclaim it.

It was the same way he sometimes felt about Rachel-as if his time with her was doomed to be short-lived. At such moments of doubt, he was convinced that something was going to happen that would take her away from him. She was going to get bored with him, like his ex-girlfriends always did, and file for divorce. She was going to get diagnosed with terminal cancer. She was going to die in a car wreck. Something tragic was fated to occur that would tear them apart.

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 20, 2008

    Suspense at its best...

    Massey is known by some for his shocking horror novels but the world will surely take notice with this new suspenseful tale. The story begins with Dexter Bates, ex-cop sentenced 10-years for attempted murder, orchestrating a prison escape. Dexter calls in old favors to accomplish his mission which is to get his old life back ¿ wife, money, and controlling the streets. Joy Bates was terrified of her ex-husband ¿ Dexter. She totally cut herself off from her old life ¿ home, family, and friends. She was now Rachel Hall Moore, happily married, salon owner and mother-to-be. While putting the finishing touches on a client¿s hair she received an emergency phone call and within hours she disappears again. Leaving an encrypted note, Rachel is determined to keep her husband safe without disclosing the details of her past. Joshua loved Rachel with all of his heart. But lately she seems to be acting strangely, making him realize that she has a few things that she isn¿t talking about. He has never met any of her family, she doesn¿t talk about her past, and why is her computer password protected? The day he was going to address his concerns, she left him a dear Joshua note ¿ and she was gone. Determined to uncover her secrets and bring her back home, he would have to man up and fight for her. Massey proves his amazing talent as a suspense author. Don¿t Ever Tell will grab your attention from the first word taking you hostage until the last syllable. At times, this reader wanted Rachel to tell her husband the truth¿wanted Joshua to man up¿wanted someone to protect Rachel¿s friends and family but each page was a different surprise. Massey is a superb storyteller and a master of suspense ¿ believe me you won¿t be disappointed as this story will let you know what happens when you don¿t tell the truth. Deltareviewer Reviewing for Real Page Turners

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 2, 2011

    First Massey book

    But it defintely wont be my last, really intriguing, held my breath a couple of times while reading, the end predictable yet still captivating. I didnt want to stop reading.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2008

    Highly recommended reading this book!

    Readers are going to enjoy this book about Joshua and Rachel secrets and how her husband deals with them...'Thrilling Suspense Story'

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 14, 2013

    Storm

    MEEEEEE!!!

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    Posted February 17, 2013

    Fang

    Next book...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 9, 2012

    Good read

    Really enjoyed this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2012

    Good book

    I complerely love it, a page turner.

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  • Posted January 18, 2011

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    Decent Read

    I have read several of Brandon Massey's books. I know him more for his supernatural works, however this novel was pretty good. I think

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  • Posted January 18, 2011

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    This book made me a Brandon Massey fan

    This is the first book I read by Mr. Massey. I didn't know what to expect but I was NOT disappointed. I enjoyed the love story drama mix. I read it in one day because I felt like it was so real. Domestic violence has nothing on the main character in this story. He was just ruthless. But thanks to Mr. Massey he got his!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2008

    Good - but seems I've read before...

    To summarize: Rachel takes on a new identify to hide from an abusive ex-husband. The ex-husband, Dexter, gets 10 years in prison for trying to kill her. Rachel starts a new life with her new found identity, meets and marries Joshua. When she finds out her ex-husband escaped from prison she knows he will find her and kill her. So she leaves her new husband, goes into hiding without telling her new husband where or why. The new husband, Joshua, finds out bits and pieces of her secret past and tries to find and help her.... Seems like I've read & seen this before 'The Lifetime Channel?'...The obsessive husband and the wife-in-hiding... A shadowy theme of 'Sleeping with The Enemy', except Dexter, the ex, is a bit more sadistic. I'm an avid fan of Brandon Massey and LOVE his style of writing but there was nothing extraordinarily different about this novel as is the case with his other novels. I kept expecting a surprise but it didn't happen. It was just another stalking novel about an obsessive ex-spouse out to kill an ex-spouse. It lacked uniqueness and I found myself rushing to finish reading the book. The storyline was enticing but ultimately predictable. I didn't have the anticipation I usually get when reading his novels. I prefer Brandon's supernatural horror novels - he stands in a league of his own in that genre. I still look forward to his next novel....

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    a gripping suspenseful tale

    Dexter Bates is free after spending four years at Centralia Correctional Facility. A prison guard Steele, and Dex¿s pals Javier and Javier¿s wife Christy liberated him as he was being transferred to another facility. They inform him his woman vanished. He is unconcerned as he will find her for betraying him and payback is hell when he makes the remittance.------------- Happily married Rachel Moore has changed her identity so that she can move past her relationship with incarcerated abusive Dexter plus just in case he somehow gets out he will not easily find her she knows he will look. She has relocated so he cannot find her. However, although she feels free of him, she still at times looks over her shoulder into the shadows. Rachel knows if he is freed, he will search for her if he searches for her, he will not quit until he finds her if he finds her, he will killer her beloved husband and torture her until he kills her. She prays every night, but so does he in his way. Only one can have their prayer answered.---------------- Dexter is a chilling villain who seems so calm even when he is killing someone. As he begins his quest, Rachel is very happy in her new life. That contrast between them enhances a strong psychological suspense thriller that never slows down from the moment the correctional guards escorting Bates stop to help a pretty blonde with car trouble and never decelerates as he is coming for her. Fans know high noon is coming as Brandon Massey provides a gripping suspenseful tale.-------------- Harriet Klausner

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