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The Waiting Game
     

The Waiting Game

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by Eve Devon
 

The Waiting Game by Eve Devon

Five years ago a madman stalked her. Kidnapped her. Tattooed her.
When security expert Cameron Dexter—the man Brooke Bennett once loved—appears unexpectedly at her door with terrifying news, the former musician discovers she can no longer hide from her past. After five years, her vicious kidnapper is

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The Waiting Game by Eve Devon

Five years ago a madman stalked her. Kidnapped her. Tattooed her.
When security expert Cameron Dexter—the man Brooke Bennett once loved—appears unexpectedly at her door with terrifying news, the former musician discovers she can no longer hide from her past. After five years, her vicious kidnapper is out of prison and on the hunt—for Brooke.
Now he's returned to complete his art.
Cam failed to protect Brooke once before. Now he'd rather die than let her be captured. With her life at stake, Cam vows to keep her hidden and safe. Brooke, however, is done with running. Unlike Cam, she wants to stand and fight. Emotions both old and new roil between them, but addressing their heated past must wait. Together they set a trap in London to catch a killer. But they soon discover the enemy wears many faces...
And waiting is no longer an option.

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ISBN-13:
9781622660810
Publisher:
Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date:
05/27/2013
Series:
Entangled Ignite
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
243
Sales rank:
1,021,367
File size:
2 MB

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The Waiting Game


By Eve Devon, Rochelle French

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2013 Eve Devon
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-081-0


CHAPTER 1

Châteauroux, France


One hundred, ninety-three, eighty-six ... Anxiety skittered along Brooke Bennet's spine as she realized what she was doing. Counting backward in multiples. Damn. Five years had passed since the kidnapping, and although her therapist had been quick to reassure her the pattern of counting was simply a coping mechanism left over from the trauma, she hated that it sneaked up on her. It meant she wasn't as fixed as she'd like to think.

In the living room of her tiny French country house, she repositioned herself on the yoga mat and forced the numbers from her head as she transitioned from Downward Dog to Warrior One.

She'd felt a little off all week. A little jumpy. But that wasn't unusual for her. She simply had to keep busy in order to outmaneuver the unfurling tentacles of the eerie sensation. If she managed to keep the tension at bay, eventually the feeling would peter out. She just had to grit her teeth. Wait it out.

Easier said than done.

Usually a long yoga practice helped, but when the building tension forced her ribcage to contract rather than expand, she gave up any pretense of trying to find her spiritual center. Dropping out of the pose, she got to her feet and went to the kitchen to fix herself a drink.

She found a wineglass, and after setting it down on the granite counter, uncorked a bottle of pinot noir, poured the wine, and took a long sip, waiting for the alcohol to relax her muscles.

The furious bark of her neighbor's dog caught her off guard. She jerked, accidentally knocking the glass of wine over the edge of the counter. It smashed on the unforgiving slate floor.

Her heart racing, she stood statue-still while she searched out the kitchen window for something — anything — out of place. But everything looked as it always did. After a few moments, the dog settled down.

Her thumping heart would take longer.

In the stark silence that followed, she stared at the floor. Crystal shards shone like a jagged cobweb under the harsh fluorescent light, mirroring the myriad fissures that had spread across her soul the last couple of years. She couldn't seem to eradicate her internal mess, but at least she could clean up the one on the kitchen floor before the puddle of red wine left a stain.

She grabbed a newspaper off the countertop, then sank to her knees to pick up slivers of glass. In a few minutes, all evidence of the spill would be gone, but she couldn't help wishing that erasing the aftereffects of what she'd endured could be as easy.

Get a grip. So the antsy feelings had freaked her out a little. She'd cope. She knew how to do this. Knew how to exist this way. And it wasn't by focusing on the scars of her past, or even on the parts she'd managed to repair. It was by softening her focus and going about her simple and quiet existence. Nerves of steel were what it had taken to rebuild her life out here in quiet Châteauroux, only a two-hour drive outside bustling Paris.

But millions of miles away from what had come before.

The echoing peal of the doorbell startled her. But this time, panic didn't spread through her system the way it had moments before. Control kept her even. Steady. That would be her neighbor, begging forgiveness for the dog's bark, as usual. She rose to her feet, dumped paper and glass into the bin, then padded barefoot through the hall to the door. Plastering on a smile, she yanked open the door.

And stared uncomprehendingly.

Oh, God. Not her neighbor.

Shock rendered her voiceless. Breathless. And then joy and hope leaped along nerve endings.

Cameron Dexter.

On her doorstep.

As if by its own accord, her hand reached out, then froze in midair. Why was Cam here? Why now?

Staring at him, she struggled to compute his presence, so out of context. She took in his casual stance. How his hands were shoved into the back pockets of worn jeans. How the buttons of his shirt strained against the breadth of his shoulders. How his heart beat under the light fabric of his shirt.

But as she swung her gaze back up to his face, she caught his tight expression and the edge of something in his eyes that tugged at her and refused to let go — something she recognized but didn't want to remember.

"Cam?" she said with a voice barely audible, and then her knees went weak.

She pitched forward, but his strong hands shot out in support. He eased her back, kicked the door shut, and propped her gently against the plastered hallway wall before taking a small step back. Leaving her to stand on her own. But his hands flexed at his sides as if ready to catch her again.

"You're here," she finally got out. In Châteauroux. In her house. Cameron. The man she'd once loved. The man whose life she'd destroyed, along with her own. Five years ago she'd run from him — from her life. Had gone into hiding, not even letting him know where she'd run to. "How did you know where to find me?" she managed.

"I've always known."

"No." She shook her head. He couldn't have. Only a couple of people knew where she lived, and she'd made sure Cameron wasn't one of them. Confusion set in. If he'd known her address, surely he would have made contact before now.

Despite the fact she'd refused to see him before fleeing England.

Maybe something had changed. Maybe somehow he'd found forgiveness and wanted her to know. Or he'd managed to tease her location out of Steven or Megan. Would her friends have told him where she was, though?

She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she didn't dare. She had no rights where Cameron Dexter was concerned. Not after bringing everything crashing down around them the way she had. She hadn't just let herself down, she'd let him down. And the two of them had ended up paying the highest price.

All because she had refused to listen to this man, the man who'd been in charge of security, hired to protect her and Megan on Nocturne's world tour. Their musical duo had hit the limelight — until she'd brought everything down on their heads.

Cam reached out and briefly tightened his hands on her upper arms before stroking down the length of them to touch her fingertips. He inhaled sharply, then said, "Brooke, I need you to listen to me."

The last time he'd asked her to listen, she'd been so angry she'd deliberately done the opposite.

And had walked straight into the darkest of nightmares.

The muscles in his jaw clenched, unclenched, clenched again, like a hypnotic metronome. Slowly, she dragged her gaze up to his dark and intense blue eyes, seeking information he now seemed reluctant to share. He returned her look as if weighing what he should say.

"I need you to pack. Clothes. Purse. Passport."

"Pack?"

"Do it fast, okay?"

She stared up at him, grasping at comprehension, but failing. Seconds ticked by. Still she didn't understand.

Finally, the tension in him filtered through to her. She no longer could deny what was lurking in his eyes. His body language, his expression, and the tone of his voice were all too recognizable from five years before.

Oh, God. Cameron wasn't here to see her. He was here to protect her.

A slow dread seeped into all the tiny spaces within her. Something bad had happened.

Again.

Moving her hands into the gap between the small of her back and the wall behind her, she inhaled deep into her chest and rejected the instinct to run past him and out into the night. Run fast and run hard and never stop. Thankfully, the little shred of control she had left kept her rooted to the spot as she fought the cloying whirl of panic and waited for him to perform his duty.

"Why are you here, Cam? Why do I have to leave?"

He bent a little at the knees in order to look straight into her eyes, as if to make utterly sure his next words had her full attention. It was impossible not to feel surrounded by him.

"Spinks is out. He was released yesterday, fourteen hundred hours GMT. You're in danger."

* * *

Cameron hated that Brooke's lips formed an instant denial. His gut twisted as eyes that had once shone with such life now stretched wide and flashed with full-fledged fear. "Brooke. I need to get you someplace safe. It's possible Spinks could find you here."

Her legs buckled again, and going against all the promises he'd mentally made before knocking at her door, he reached for her. Just one more touch. To soothe the shock, he rationalized. He smoothed his hand over her shoulder-length black hair before tucking it under the curtain of hair to caress the nape of her neck. He knew her, knew she had to be feeling the need to run — run anywhere as long as it was far, far away from him and the news he'd just brought. After one beat of his heart, two beats of hers, he pulled his hand away.

He thought he'd prepared himself for the sight of her. Yet all at once, she was familiar but not. Fragile but holding it together. Scared but still standing.

Just.

Before the monster named Andre Spinks had kidnapped her, Brooke had reacted to the world from her heart, not her head. Back then, Cameron had found her response to life frustrating as hell, challenging, and maybe a little bit charming. The fact that she was now attempting to master her emotional reaction to the news Spinks was out of prison impressed him, even as he warned himself to be wary. Sometime soon the dam holding in all that suppressed emotion would burst, rendering every little piece of sinew and muscle in that beautiful body of hers lethargic and useless. He wanted them to be well on their way to safety before that happened.

"He wouldn't come here," she said, the words clipped, as if forced out. "It's over. He's done with me. He wanted me left alive. He told me. He wanted me to suffer."

Frustration burned in Cameron's belly. Christ. Was that really what she thought? That the psycho wouldn't try to finish what he'd started? Cameron wanted to rail at her that this was the danger of shutting herself off from the world without support and with no one to raise the alarm if she wasn't seen for a couple of days. In her bid to get away from England and the media — and him, he thought bitterly — she'd left herself wide open. She wouldn't have stood a chance if she'd opened the door to find Andre Spinks on her doorstep.

"Don't tell me he won't come looking for you," Cameron ground out. "You were never that naive. At the very least, if he doesn't find a way to follow you out here, the paparazzi are going to be beating down your door. They'll find you. Do you want to invite all that into your life again? Bring your new life crashing down around your ears?"

He saw the moment his words sank in. Saw the horror, the shame, the guilt, all clash with what little pride she'd managed to rebuild. Five years ago she'd been a world-renowned musician, a darling of the media. A pain in the ass to protect. And then, because of him, her world had crumbled.

She drew herself upright and said in a determined voice that shook only a little, "What kind of clothes should I pack?"

That she'd managed to find a little logic, a little fight within her, gave him some reassurance. If he was right and Spinks had a mind to begin his sick games again, then she would need every bit of strength she had in the days to come. He'd make sure she kept that fight in her and that she could control it before they took further action.

"Pack for comfort. Pack light. Can you do that?"

"I can do small."

"Good. You pack. We go. It's that simple. I'll start locking everything up. You give anyone a spare set of keys?"

"No. Of course not," she said, ducking her head and sidestepping him to stride off down the hall. "I'll get you my set of keys. I keep them in the kitchen."

Of course not. He blew out a breath as he followed her down the hall. She'd said it as if she would never again be comfortable giving someone that kind of access to her life. As if she'd never let herself trust anyone again. And for good reason.

"Make sure you gather all personal documents," he said. If Spinks did find his way into this house, there was no way Cameron would let the monster use anything of Brooke's to satisfy his sick urges. "How about a journal or diary?" He poked his head into the living room and got hit with a good dose of minimalism — blank walls and nondescript furniture — before following her down the hall. The walls in the hallway were like those in her living room. Crisp, white, and naked, no doubt the same as the day she'd moved in. What kind of life would she write about in a journal? Emptiness? Blank pages?

"You keep anything like that?" he prompted, glancing back at her, then quickly dragging his eyes away from the sway of her hips before she turned and shook her head.

He followed her into the kitchen, which he quickly scanned. Glossy white cabinets, the countertops and flooring a matching black-speckled granite. The only color in the room came from six shiny green apples nesting in a stainless steel bowl, and the only personal item was a sketchpad with a plan for a flower garden.

A flower garden, of all things. If this was all she felt capable of now, it was a bitter pill to swallow. He wondered how Megan McGuinness, her former bandmate, would reconcile the hollowed-out Brooke he saw before him with the vivacious and gregarious Brooke of before.

He tried convincing himself it would be easier to get her to leave a house barely lived in than one in which she'd made a home, but anger mashed with guilt, and he knew he'd have rather found her getting ready for a night out with friends. Living her life. Embracing her life. This didn't look like living.

"Where is all your stuff?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, pulling out a kitchen drawer and placing a set of keys on the countertop.

"Mementos, photos, memorabilia —"

"Anything connected to Nocturne I left with Steven, or I put in storage."

So Megan and Brooke's former manager had possession of everything that defined Brooke Bennet. Pity lodged in Cameron's heart, unwelcome. "You kept nothing?"

She shook her head, stepped back, and then gave a small gasp. Quickly, she pulled a knee up to her chest.

"What's wrong?" In a nanosecond, he was at her side. Half-supporting her, he brought her over to a kitchen barstool.

"It's nothing," she said, sitting. "A glass shattered earlier. I must have stepped on a shard."

Kneeling in front of her, he took her foot in his hands, wincing when he saw blood appear. "Do you have a first-aid kit?"

She pointed to the cupboard under the sink. "There's a plastic tub with some bandages."

Gently, he set her foot down to go retrieve the medical supplies.

Silence stretched between them as he rifled through the pitifully meager first-aid kit and thought about what to say. She had nothing personal to pack? Not even musical instruments? Photographs? Sheet music? He was both amazed and disheartened to see she'd walked away from her life so thoroughly. Music had been her everything.

Just one more thing Spinks had stolen.

Cameron swallowed the guilt back down, yanked a bandage from the tub, and turned back to her. With gentle fingers, he pressed around the wound on the sole of her foot, acutely aware of the warm softness of her skin, of her every reaction to his touch. When she shook, his thumb automatically pressed soothingly into the arch of her foot. A mistake, because her violent shudder vibrated all the way through him. Into his bones.

He looked up into her eyes, caught the dilated, glazed expression, and pretended to misunderstand. "Easy," he said softly. "It's only a tiny puncture. I want to make sure no glass fragments remain."

"It's fine. It's not like I haven't had worse."

Cameron froze.

Yes, she had.

On account of him getting so engrossed in her, he'd not done his job properly.

He fixed the bandage in place before quickly rising to his feet. His words emerged gruffly when he said, "You've got ten minutes to pack, and then we're leaving."

She remained where she was, frowning. "I still don't understand. Were you sent by Steven?"

"No." Nocturne's former manager had avoided him for years.

"Who, then? Someone had to have contracted you to protect me."

"Why would they?"


(Continues...)

Excerpted from The Waiting Game by Eve Devon, Rochelle French. Copyright © 2013 Eve Devon. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Meet the Author

Growing up in exotic locations like Botswana and Venezuela gave Eve Devon a taste for adventure; her love for romances began when her mother shoved one at her in a desperate bid for silence during TV coverage of the Wimbledon tennis finals!

As an adult, still hooked on romance and mysteries, she worked in a library to conveniently continue consuming books by the bucketload until realizing she was destined to write contemporary romance and romantic suspense herself.

Eve is now happily settled in the UK, a book-devouring, slightly melodramatic, romantic fiction-writing sassy heroine with her very own hero husband.

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The Waiting Game 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
4.5 Stars! This was great! Wow. The Waiting Game is a really good read. I actually didn’t expect that. The story hooked me in from the first line. I don’t really know why but I felt instantly connected to the characters. I totally liked that sexy bodyguard vibe Cameron had. Brooke had a very strong personality. Even though due to her circumstances she had every right to be, she wasn’t that helpless damsel in distress. Of course she had some major panic attacks. I am not familiar with typical victim behavior but for me the way Brooke acted was very realistic. I could so feel with her when she had to face Spinks and wanted to grab into the book and drag her out of those situations. God, I thing I would have reacted just the same. Nevertheless she always got herself together again and fought for herself and what she wanted. Also very interesting were the insights in Spinks mind. Wow. I can imagine it is tough to write about the crazy psychotic mind of a freak like Spinks. Eve Devon really delivered here. That’s probably why I freaked out just like Brooke when she was faced with him. And this a*** Steven. I didn’t like him from the start. He constantly tried to get her back into business and only thought of the money he could make with Brooke. Even though I have to reduce half a star because right from the beginning I knew/suspected what would happen in the end or rather what the twist in the story would be. This could have been a bit more tantalizing. So all in all this book was really great! I can highly recommend it.
DiiMI More than 1 year ago
Brooke had been a star and then she became a victim of a sick and perverted kidnapper who stole her dreams, her life and her courage. Now she is hiding out in fear, scarred physically, mentally and emotionally. Cameron was the man who was supposed to protect her, and he failed, because he got distracted, by Brooke. For five years they have not had contact, but the twisted villain is now out of prison and on the hunt again, to finish what he started with Brooke. Should Brooke face her demons or hide away? Can Cam protect her this time, purging his own demons of guilt? These two have chemistry, no denying that, but look what happened last time. Do they stand a chance against evil? Do they stand a chance with love? The Waiting Game by Eve Devon is the perfect light, yet intense read for a quiet afternoon, curled up by the pool, the beach, or in a comfy chair! The action is non-stop, tension runs high between Cam and Brooke and the enemy is closer than they knew. Eve Devon let her words create the story as it flowed smoothly along with two characters that were meant for each other, if they survive. With a few surprise twists, Ms. Devon made her mark in the Contemporary Romance genre in indelible Ink! A Review copy was provided by NetGalley and Entangled Publishing, LLC in exchange for my honest review.
Lagalloway More than 1 year ago
Unrequited Love, Victim, Survivor, Fearful…. Those are just a few of the terms that are associated with Brooke Bennet. Famous singer of duo group Nocturne until she was kidnapped by a psychopath who stole her sense of security and passion for life and music. Five years later, in The Waiting Game, Cameron Dexter comes to Brooke’s rescue once again on the day that Spinks, her kidnapper, is released from prison. He convinces her to go into hiding with him until Spinks can be locked up for good. But Brooke is tired of being the things that make her weak. She wants to fight and the only way to do that is to draw Spinks out and make his move sooner rather than later.  Sexy bodyguard, Cam, goes out of his mind trying to protect Brooke, the woman he loves, as well as capturing Spinks. Brooke is jumping out of her skin to feel safe again and to get Cam to see her as more than just a job. With the stakes so high, time seeming so short and never-ending all at once, who will come out on top? The smart and savvy psycho? Or Brooke and Cam, the edgy duo? Giving this book 4 ½ stars, Eve Devon delivers a book that will put you on the edge of your seat, dragging you in with her believable and worthy characters. Her writing throws off the most graphic images that puts you right there within the story. (I received an ARC for my honest review and this is my honest to goodness, straight from the heart review!)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
First Impressions- I kept thinking I was reading a second book in a series like I somehow missed the first book when she was kidnapped. I kept going to goodreads to be sure I wasn’t missing something. Nope, it is a debut novel.    I have been reading a lot of new adult books lately and realized that I enjoy adult books a little better. The F word isn’t plastered everywhere. Just sayin... We start off 5 years after Brooke Bennett’s kidnapping and torture. Her kidnapper has just been released from prison early for being a model prisoner so he could get out early and finish what he started. Her kidnapper, Spinks, is a narcissist, and wants Brooke as his living art work. He is Sick, Sick, Sick!!! Did I tell you he was Sick? Well, he is. We don’t see a lot of him. We just get bits and pieces of his whereabouts and thoughts. But something else doesn’t add up in this story. I figured out part of it early on. But that’s all I can say about that. This book is called The Waiting Game for a reason. Because for most of the book, we are all waiting. Waiting for him to make a move. Waiting for it to be over. Waiting for something to happen. Waiting for Brooke to run when she needs to. Waiting for the guilt to go away. Waiting for her life to come back and to live it. That gives it a lot of suspense and I liked it. Brooke is only living to eat and breathe, which isn’t really living. She is broken. She used to be a famous singer and composer. She doesn’t even write anymore. She can’t. She is in France living a solitude life with only her former manager knowing where she is. Or so we thought since Cameron (her former bodyguard) just shows up at her door to wisk her away because she is no longer safe alone. There is some chemistry between the two but Cameron makes it appear to Brooke that he is only doing his job. He feels guilt at her being caught under his guard before and he won’t, no- can’t, let that happen again. He tries to keep her at a distance but it is just too hard for both of them. Every time you think they will get past his guilt and her humiliation at being scarred and marked, he pushes her away. He thinks that she can’t choose him (whatever that means) until she is free of him forever. She just gets to the point where she just wants him and she falls in love with him. He remains with guilt for, uh, well I guess you have to read it to find out how long that happens. I loved watching both of them grow and learn and move past obstacles. Brooke has moments of flashbacks and panic attacks. Brooke didn’t know whether she was a survivor or a victim. She wanted to be a survivor. She wanted to run away often from everything. She knew that several times she was in a fight or flight situation and for most of them, she just froze, even though she knew she needed to run. I don’t know what I would have done in her shoes. I probably would have shriveled into nothing of a human being! She really was a survivor to me Her manager, Steven, is a lowlife, a pathetic thing for a human being!! I didn’t care for him at all. Her friend, Megan, was a gem. I only wish we could have seen more of her. Cam’s other security personnel were dedicated to their job and loyal to Cam There is a lot of suspense, action and a mystery to be solved as well. In the end, you get that happily ever after and I get that sigh of reading a good book.
HollyBerry44 More than 1 year ago
The premise of this book as far as how Brooke had been tortured, and the theory of why the psycho needed to do it was something I had never heard of or read about before, it is very original. Also there are a few scenes in the book that come from his point of view, and I have to say Eve Devon wrote them very well as I was thoroughly creeped out, well done! I loved all of the characters in this book, my favourite was Brooke as I felt I could relate to her best. Cameron is also fantastic, and it was nice to see him grow through the book and finally allow himself to give in to the one thing that he wanted most, but felt he did not deserve to have. Stephen gave me the willies from when he is first introduced, I kept feeling like he was after something or trying way too hard to put Brooke back out there, and was not listening to what she really needed as he thought he knew best as her Manager. Just when I thought I would have something figured out, Eve would throw me for a loop, and put another plot twist in, it was great! Even when I thought the book was over, and everything would get tied up nicely, oh no, she has more in store for us. Also the way she is able to write in the flashbacks that Brooke is having is brilliant, as I felt like I was right there with her feeling everything that she was. This is the first book that I have read by this author, but it sure will not be my last! Thoroughly enjoyed this story, and suggest it for anyone looking for a mixture of suspense, with a sprinkle of romance mixed in, I give this a 4/5.
Whitnage More than 1 year ago
The Waiting Game is the story of damaged musician, Brooke Bennett who survived the unimaginable five years prior to the story. Stalked, kidnapped, & tattooed Brooke was rescued by her bodyguard, Cameron Dexter. But the damage was done. Now the man behind the crime is out on parole and Cameron knows it's only a matter of time before Brooke is drawn back into his dangerous game, but this time he's determined to protect the woman he loves.  The Waiting Game was a good book, it hit all the right notes. Sympathetic hero & heroine? Check. Wicked villain? Check. Nice romance? Check. All of this would normally equal a win for me, but for some reason I had trouble getting into the story. I also think that the way the climax of the book was presented felt too quick and anticlimactic. But overall it was a nice read 3/5 Stars
Bear1009 More than 1 year ago
Should you really play the waiting game with a psychopath or should you fight for your freedom to finally be able to live your life, to fall in love to be you. This is what Brooke decided to do she was tired of the psychopath winning it was time to regain her life. Brooke Bennett was a singer for a duo group “Nocturne” and was also the song writer. They were a very popular group but something happened one day when she decided to go against her bodyguard demands. She liked defying him, she liked to flirt with him but he would not listen to her or he would tell her no. Brooke was tired of being stuck in the hotel room she wanted to do some shopping but he would not let her go. Only after he left she defied him and left to do her shopping. She hit some shops but on her way to the hotel room she was kidnapped. Cameron “Cam” Dexter had been hired to protect Brooke after being alerted that she had a stalker. She had received some pictures and they were escalating into something worse. He had a hard time thinking around her he knew he was attracted to her but he had a job to do. Cam needed to keep his head straight and not think about her sexy body. Then the day that he left her and told her to stay in the hotel room she left but the worst part was that she had been kidnapped. He did everything he could to find her he thought she was dead only she wasn’t. He finally found her but he feared the worst. She was strapped to a gurney, with glassy eyes and blood covering her body. Cam saw the shame in her eyes when be looked at her so he did his best to cover her. He vowed to protect her, the psychopath was in prison. Brooke was content in France only she lived in fear but at least she was living and Spinks was in jail where he belonged. She still had panic attacks but with her yoga and her method of counting in her head she was coping. Only she was no longer able to sing and also write. She was done with the music industry she just wanted to forget only that someone has come back into her life again. Cam needed to go to Brooke Spinks had been released from jail apparently on good behavior. He knew that he needed to protect her and he knew that he needed to get her out of France because Spinks was going to find her again. Only that deep down inside he knew that he needed to see her he needed her, but that needed to wait. Once back home in London they needed to draw Spinks out and that means that they have to put Brooke out there, only he couldn’t do it. Only her ex-manager/ friend Steven seemed a little to eager to have Brooke back in the spot light. There was something about him I just didn’t like he just seemed to slimy. Brooke wants to be part of the planning wants to know what is going on in the investigation and Cam sees she is trying to be brave. Brooke is trying to following his rules she is trying to following his directions but at times she just wants to argue with him. When it was ready for them to make their move to bring out Spinks, everything was going great at the club only Brooke had a panic attack and then the second in command to Cam was hurt. Just as they are leaving the club, Spinks appears and stops her from falling. Brooke is frozen in place, he is right in front of her and she can’t move, she can’t scream, she can’t fight. Ms. Devon I so applaud you for this amazing, suspenseful read that had me enthralled from the beginning to the very end. I am a sucker for bodyguards that act all alpha male but underneath everything they show so many emotions. Now as for Brooke, I loved how determined she was, how brave but most of all I love how she did not back down on what she felt for Cam. I loved how she was done waiting she was done being a victim she wanted to be free. Now as for Spinks I could not believe how his mind worked how he rationalized his obsession with Brooke, his obsession with her being his muse. In some of Brooke’s telling of what happened to her I felt sick for what she went through the torture the thought of never being able to be free. The characters in this story were well developed. The chemistry between Cam and Brooke is hot, steamy when Cam finally touches her it’s with so much care so erotic so sizzling. This is my first read by Ms. Devon and I have to say it will not be my last, her writing style is perfect, to the point and the pace is perfect. If you like a romance with a suspenseful twist The Waiting Game is for you. Read the journey that Brooke goes through in order to have her freedom to love someone and finally feel safe.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Must-read sexy romantic suspense Rock star Brooke Bennett had it all—a successful musical career and a glamorous life—until Andre Spinks took it all away and left her, his "masterpiece," physically and emotionally scarred. Brooke's former bodyguard, Cameron has been beating himself up for years for letting Spinks get to her. When Spinks is unexpectedly released from prison, Cameron vows not to fail Brooke a second time. This was a terrific romantic suspense—fast-paced and sexy. Brooke was a great, take-charge female character. She doesn't, despite the title, sit back and wait for Spinks to come find her. At the same time, she has to learn to trust Cameron and put her safety fully in his charge. I loved this book. It kept me up late turning the pages—and I will definitely look for other books by the author.
LeKeishaT More than 1 year ago
A romantic suspense that will keep you wondering what will happen next. I found it hard to put down and absolutely loved the characters. Brooke Bennett, one half of a musical duo, has spent the last five years trying to get passed the trauma of being kidnapped and tortured by a stalker. She held up in France to avoid the media, music, and all things in between. Even friends. When her narcissistic stalker is somehow released from prison, her former bodyguard Cameron shows up on her doorstep. Cameron, filled with guilt, is determined to protect her this time. Something he failed to do the first time. Having always been attracted to her, he is dead set on keeping it professional and not let his heart get in the way of her safety. If he can keep her away from her former manager, Steven, he can maintain control. Steven is all about the money and the spotlight. With Brooke and her friend Meghan being his biggest money makers before her ordeal, he figures he can get her back in the game to fill his pockets. He will stop at nothing. I really enjoyed reading this book. Although it's called The Waiting Game, it's very fast paced. At first, I was frustrated with the characters. Then I realized the totality of the situation, and it flowed perfectly from there. Great character development without the unnecessary infodumps. Suspense that keeps you on the edge of your seat. And the right touch of romance. I would definitely recommend this for any lovers of Romantic Suspense. This book was given to me from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. Actual rating, 4.5 stars