The other day, my book manager and I, received an unexpected surprise but a good one nonetheless. If I Say Yes had been published early!!! I cannot even begin to put into words how it feels to see MY book out there with MY name on it. It’s so unreal. May 1st was supposed to be the day of the cover reveal and the kick off to my 31 Days of May event on Facebook but instead it turned into my release day! It’s been crazy. The book has been doing extremely well, (I’d like to think it is), and has been holding a steady rank between the higher 20K and lower 30K on AMAZON! So in celebration, I want to share the cover today along with the prologue! And giveaway a few eCopies to winners chosen through random!!! So let’s get it going!
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Elizabeth Lewis was the child of Hollywood’s darling couple, until her father murdered her mother.
Six years later, she has traded her flashy, luxurious lifestyle for one of safe anonymity as a literary agent. With a different name and appearance, Liza Winter is living the life of her dreams—one where she’s known for who she is instead of what her father did. Except her apartment should be condemned, her car only starts when it wants, she hates the romance genre she has been assigned, and the CEO’s deliciously attractive nephew is out to ruin her carefully laid plans.
Reid Harder has never met an obstacle he couldn’t overcome. When his new position in the romance department comes with a benefit his uncle didn’t mention, he decides to wage a war against the intelligent, beautiful Liza to destroy every argument she has for turning him down. Still, the closer he gets to winning the prize, the more he realizes that the woman is keeping secrets that may endanger not just her life but his.
Will Liza overcome her mistrust of Reid to reveal her secrets before he learns the truth and walks away? Or will a grudge-wielding apparition from her past make her the next deadly Hollywood headline?
Six years ago
Blood covers every surface. On the pristine, white marble flooring, the grand staircase and handrail, and what used to be a tall, square wooden end table by the large double doors I just walked through. The table now lays scattered across the foyer, broken into jagged pieces. The large, antique ceramic bowl that served as a key holder had set on the table, but now it too is scattered amongst the broken wood and the blood bath. I follow the trail of dark crimson fluid up the stairs, my hands shaking and my breath catching. Upstairs is worse, far worse. The plush white carpet is saturated a deep shade of red; splatters and droplets are everywhere.
My heart is pounding, urging me to go, to leave, to run and call for help. My head tells me otherwise, to follow the trail of blood down the hall. The blood is smeared on the walls, as if someone was trying to grab ahold of something to prevent being dragged this way. The trail leads to my parents’ bedroom. My heartbeat quickens, and a bead of sweat forms along my hairline. The door to my parents’ room is slightly ajar, and I nudge it open a little farther, just enough that I can slip past the door.
A piercing scream escapes, and I quickly clamp a hand over my mouth. My eyes are glued to the sight before me. I can’t mistake the familiar blonde hair attached to the crumpled body on the floor, discarded as though she is a piece of garbage that nobody wants. Just lying on the floor, with a pool of blood surrounding her body. The blonde hair, the only thing I share with my mother, is drenched in the dark fluid. Another cry escapes my lips as I rush across the room and collapse next to her, brushing the hair out of her face. My heart drops to the pit of my stomach, and I feel bile rising to the back of my throat.
I can hardly recognize my mother’s soft, delicate face; she was a natural beauty, one that everyone wanted to star in their next movie at the height of her career. Her face is mangled with large, jagged cuts that run across it. The blood is already starting to dry. Examining the rest of her body, I see she is covered from head to toe with multiple stab wounds. Under the cross-hatch of wounds, faint bruises form from the multiple contusions she has suffered as well.
“Mom,” I whisper. I scoop her body into my arms and pull her close to my body. Her head rests against my chest as I begin to rock back and forth. “Don’t be dead… please, don’t be dead.” I know my plea is useless; she is already gone. The amount of blood throughout the house and pooling around her and the blank expression in her blue eyes is proof enough. Tears form in my eyes. “You can’t be dead.”
I cry out loud, and my body begins to shake involuntarily. “I didn’t mean what I said… I forgive you.” My voice breaks and barely comes out. I think back to the last conversation we had. Which, honestly, wasn’t anything outside the norm, since we fought constantly the little time we were around each other. We had a toxic mother-daughter relationship. If there’s an award for worst parents ever, mine would win, hands down. But today, today’s argument was different. It had been the final straw in her attempt to break me down. I had yelled at her, uttering all the same obscenities and same ‘I hate you’. I had told her that she was the worst mother in the world, and that I would be better off if she would just die. I never really meant that last part. No matter how unloving, cruel, and horrible they were, neither of my parents deserved to die, at least not like this.
I shake my mother slightly, but she doesn’t stir. Of course she doesn’t; she is long gone. “Please… please… just come back.” I choke out the last three words. It doesn’t matter that I have spent a lifetime hating her, nor does it matter that she took the one thing that made me happiest in the world right out from under my nose. At the moment, I could care less about all the horrible things she has said and done. Nothing, I repeat: nothing, she has done warranted her death. I begin to cry, sobbing uncontrollably. I cry because however rotten she was, she is gone, and I never got to say goodbye or to take back any of the things I have ever said to her.
“It’s a shame things had to end like this.” I snap my head up and find my father leaning against the door frame. His dark brown hair is a tousled mess. He is still wearing the charcoal suit I last saw him in, minus the jacket and tie. His forehead is creased, and his dark brown eyes, the exact same shade as mine, narrow. In one hand, he is holding a large, white, terry cloth towel stained with blood. In the other is a large butcher knife, dripping blood. His lips quirk up into a sinister grin that sends a chill down my spine. “You can’t really be sad, can you? Not after what she did to you… to me… to us.”
His words linger in the air.
“Y-Y-You did this?” I ask weakly.
He struts across the room toward me, and I pull my mother closer, as if I can protect her from any further harm. I glance up at him hovering over me, and my eyes flicker to the knife in his hands. My father follows my gaze and smiles. He tosses the knife onto their oversized poster bed and wipes his hands off with the towel before tossing it onto the bed as well.
“Of course I did,” he sneers. My father smiles, not showing one ounce of remorse for what he did.
“Why? Why would you do this?”
“The bitch had it coming.” He smiles again and sends another wave of chills down my spine. “I did it for us. But more importantly, I did it for you, Elizabeth.” Then he lunges for me…
I want to take a moment to express my many thanks to my publisher Booktrope. None of this would have been possible without them. I could never put into words how blessed I am to be part of such an amazing company. Everyone strives hard to make each book the best and are the most supportive group of people I have ever met. I look forward to many more years of partnership and can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us!
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