Blurb
This
isn't how my life is supposed to end.
Then
again, a case of mistaken identity got me here. No one is ever who we
think they are. Especially my kidnapper, a man whose entire life is
designed to deceive.
Powerful
people want my rescuer to die. I'm just a lure. A pawn. An object.
But
objects hold meaning. Emotions attach themselves without logic.
Like
love.
I
now know that Duff will do everything to protect me.
If
he gets here in time. And if I can hold on long enough.
Because
my body can only handle so much. Pushed to the limits, it's finally
giving out. Giving way.
Giving
up.
I
know Duff, though.
He
never will.
Blink.
Read
the stunning conclusion to USA Today bestselling author Meli Raine’s
False series, told from both Lily and Duff’s points of view.
FALSE
START (Book 3)
FALSE
MEMORY (Book 1)
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FALSE
HOPE (Book 2)
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Excerpt
Being
locked in a room with a dead body is not on my bucket list.
Being
locked in a room with a faceless corpse, the dim light making his
exposed, bloody skull bones gleam like rubies, is definitely
not on my wish list.
The
scream that wants to come out turns inward, helplessness stopping it
somewhere in my chest, comforted by my heart, which only wants it to
go quiet. Screaming won't fix this. I can't find an escape by making
noise.
Reality
has a way of dominating.
I
look down at the dead man.
Who
is very, very real.
I
move gently on the chaise, taking the deepest breath I can, holding
it for too long. Suspending myself in time and space feels like the
only out. I can't actually leave. Second best is closing off my air
supply, shutting my eyelids, not moving. Freezing in place gives me
an illusion to grasp, the fleeting seconds important.
My
hand slides under a throw pillow. The cool haven of hidden fabric
makes me shiver.
A
black spider, all too familiar, comes off the pillow my hand is
under.
That
makes me shiver even more.
I
jump up, shocked by the intrusion of another living being.
The
door calls out to me.
The
spider crawls down one leg of the chaise, then makes its way
dispassionately along the tip of the dead guy's shoe.
In
order to get to the door, I have to go around the dead body. In order
to move, I have to feel the sensation of his blood on my skin. When I
bend my arm, the dried blood on my shoulders and neck crackles. It
puckers, like child's glue spread over skin and allowed to dry for
fun
For
amusement.
This
is anything but amusing.
About
the Author
Meli
Raine writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover
DEA agents, bad boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the
women who love them. Meli rode her first motorcycle when she was five
years old, but she played in the ocean long before that. She lives in
New England with her family.
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