Crush (Insatiable: Book Three)
Paul Monroe has seen what real, true love is all about. He�s seen it in the marriage of his brother Gordon and Gordon�s bride Aur�lle. Paul wants that same kind of love for himself, and he thinks he�s found it in his girlfriend, University of Maryland graduate student Valerie James. His mind whispers that it�s so; his heart screams it. But Paul is going to learn the hard way that being in love and receiving it in return have nothing to do with each other, especially when old lovers, new lovers and wannabe lovers are thrown into the mix. What Paul doesn�t know is that there are forces at work around him: forces of love, forces of evil, and forces of madness�and those forces are closing in on him. Before he can escape the crush, someone might have to die. That someone might be him.
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Excerpt:
Gordon Monroe loved his wife Aur�lle so much that sometimes when he reflected on the depths of his feelings for her it made his heart hurt. But sometimes Aur�lle scared him. Like now, when he�d come awake in the middle of the night to find her sitting up in bed�again.
It wasn�t the jumping out from around a corner and yelling �Boo!� type of scare that Aur�lle gave him. Rather, it was the same low-level trepidation he felt when he took the trash out before going to bed�that hair-prickling-on-the-back-of-the-neck sense that something was lurking in the night, watching him.
He�d tell himself that it was only a stray cat and nothing to worry about, but he�d offload that trash bag and step a little quicker to his back door (never running, because primal instinct warned that if he ran, whatever was watching him would stop watching and give chase, and then he�d find out that it was something much worse than a cat).
That was Gordon�s feeling when he�d wake up in the middle of the night to find Aur�lle sitting up in bed�a silhouette against the darker shadows. It was a creeping sense that all wasn�t right; a sense that the shadowy form next to him in bed wasn�t the woman he loved with everything he had in him to use to love. He�d tell himself that it was only because he was just waking up and couldn�t see Aur�lle in the dark that he felt creeped out, just like when he�d tell himself that it was only a stray cat watching him when he took out the trash.
On those occasions�two or three times a month�that Gordon would wake up to find Aur�lle sitting up, sometimes she�d be turned his way and looking down at him with eyes he couldn�t see in the gloom of night. Other times he�d catch her gazing toward the dresser mirror, and a deep-rooted, instinctual fear that was like a lost memory would grip him because he�d feel certain that Aur�lle wasn�t looking at her reflection, but at something that existed in a realm beyond the mirrored glass. And on other nights he�d find her sitting in bed facing the window with her head cocked, as if she thought something might be outside�maybe something trying to see into their bedroom�or maybe trying to get in. Something worse than a cat.
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Excerpt:
Gordon Monroe loved his wife Aur�lle so much that sometimes when he reflected on the depths of his feelings for her it made his heart hurt. But sometimes Aur�lle scared him. Like now, when he�d come awake in the middle of the night to find her sitting up in bed�again.
It wasn�t the jumping out from around a corner and yelling �Boo!� type of scare that Aur�lle gave him. Rather, it was the same low-level trepidation he felt when he took the trash out before going to bed�that hair-prickling-on-the-back-of-the-neck sense that something was lurking in the night, watching him.
He�d tell himself that it was only a stray cat and nothing to worry about, but he�d offload that trash bag and step a little quicker to his back door (never running, because primal instinct warned that if he ran, whatever was watching him would stop watching and give chase, and then he�d find out that it was something much worse than a cat).
That was Gordon�s feeling when he�d wake up in the middle of the night to find Aur�lle sitting up in bed�a silhouette against the darker shadows. It was a creeping sense that all wasn�t right; a sense that the shadowy form next to him in bed wasn�t the woman he loved with everything he had in him to use to love. He�d tell himself that it was only because he was just waking up and couldn�t see Aur�lle in the dark that he felt creeped out, just like when he�d tell himself that it was only a stray cat watching him when he took out the trash.
On those occasions�two or three times a month�that Gordon would wake up to find Aur�lle sitting up, sometimes she�d be turned his way and looking down at him with eyes he couldn�t see in the gloom of night. Other times he�d catch her gazing toward the dresser mirror, and a deep-rooted, instinctual fear that was like a lost memory would grip him because he�d feel certain that Aur�lle wasn�t looking at her reflection, but at something that existed in a realm beyond the mirrored glass. And on other nights he�d find her sitting in bed facing the window with her head cocked, as if she thought something might be outside�maybe something trying to see into their bedroom�or maybe trying to get in. Something worse than a cat.
Crush (Insatiable: Book Three)
Paul Monroe has seen what real, true love is all about. He�s seen it in the marriage of his brother Gordon and Gordon�s bride Aur�lle. Paul wants that same kind of love for himself, and he thinks he�s found it in his girlfriend, University of Maryland graduate student Valerie James. His mind whispers that it�s so; his heart screams it. But Paul is going to learn the hard way that being in love and receiving it in return have nothing to do with each other, especially when old lovers, new lovers and wannabe lovers are thrown into the mix. What Paul doesn�t know is that there are forces at work around him: forces of love, forces of evil, and forces of madness�and those forces are closing in on him. Before he can escape the crush, someone might have to die. That someone might be him.
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Excerpt:
Gordon Monroe loved his wife Aur�lle so much that sometimes when he reflected on the depths of his feelings for her it made his heart hurt. But sometimes Aur�lle scared him. Like now, when he�d come awake in the middle of the night to find her sitting up in bed�again.
It wasn�t the jumping out from around a corner and yelling �Boo!� type of scare that Aur�lle gave him. Rather, it was the same low-level trepidation he felt when he took the trash out before going to bed�that hair-prickling-on-the-back-of-the-neck sense that something was lurking in the night, watching him.
He�d tell himself that it was only a stray cat and nothing to worry about, but he�d offload that trash bag and step a little quicker to his back door (never running, because primal instinct warned that if he ran, whatever was watching him would stop watching and give chase, and then he�d find out that it was something much worse than a cat).
That was Gordon�s feeling when he�d wake up in the middle of the night to find Aur�lle sitting up in bed�a silhouette against the darker shadows. It was a creeping sense that all wasn�t right; a sense that the shadowy form next to him in bed wasn�t the woman he loved with everything he had in him to use to love. He�d tell himself that it was only because he was just waking up and couldn�t see Aur�lle in the dark that he felt creeped out, just like when he�d tell himself that it was only a stray cat watching him when he took out the trash.
On those occasions�two or three times a month�that Gordon would wake up to find Aur�lle sitting up, sometimes she�d be turned his way and looking down at him with eyes he couldn�t see in the gloom of night. Other times he�d catch her gazing toward the dresser mirror, and a deep-rooted, instinctual fear that was like a lost memory would grip him because he�d feel certain that Aur�lle wasn�t looking at her reflection, but at something that existed in a realm beyond the mirrored glass. And on other nights he�d find her sitting in bed facing the window with her head cocked, as if she thought something might be outside�maybe something trying to see into their bedroom�or maybe trying to get in. Something worse than a cat.
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Excerpt:
Gordon Monroe loved his wife Aur�lle so much that sometimes when he reflected on the depths of his feelings for her it made his heart hurt. But sometimes Aur�lle scared him. Like now, when he�d come awake in the middle of the night to find her sitting up in bed�again.
It wasn�t the jumping out from around a corner and yelling �Boo!� type of scare that Aur�lle gave him. Rather, it was the same low-level trepidation he felt when he took the trash out before going to bed�that hair-prickling-on-the-back-of-the-neck sense that something was lurking in the night, watching him.
He�d tell himself that it was only a stray cat and nothing to worry about, but he�d offload that trash bag and step a little quicker to his back door (never running, because primal instinct warned that if he ran, whatever was watching him would stop watching and give chase, and then he�d find out that it was something much worse than a cat).
That was Gordon�s feeling when he�d wake up in the middle of the night to find Aur�lle sitting up in bed�a silhouette against the darker shadows. It was a creeping sense that all wasn�t right; a sense that the shadowy form next to him in bed wasn�t the woman he loved with everything he had in him to use to love. He�d tell himself that it was only because he was just waking up and couldn�t see Aur�lle in the dark that he felt creeped out, just like when he�d tell himself that it was only a stray cat watching him when he took out the trash.
On those occasions�two or three times a month�that Gordon would wake up to find Aur�lle sitting up, sometimes she�d be turned his way and looking down at him with eyes he couldn�t see in the gloom of night. Other times he�d catch her gazing toward the dresser mirror, and a deep-rooted, instinctual fear that was like a lost memory would grip him because he�d feel certain that Aur�lle wasn�t looking at her reflection, but at something that existed in a realm beyond the mirrored glass. And on other nights he�d find her sitting in bed facing the window with her head cocked, as if she thought something might be outside�maybe something trying to see into their bedroom�or maybe trying to get in. Something worse than a cat.
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| BN ID: | 2940148473718 |
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| Publisher: | Christopher Bynum |
| Publication date: | 08/28/2013 |
| Series: | The Insatiable Series , #3 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 1 MB |
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