Bleeding Hearts (Book #1)
by Dana Louise Provo
Publication Date: August 25, 2016
Publisher: Clean Reads
Orphaned at an early age, now twenty-four-year-old Camryn Lucks is ready to commit to find that special someone, and so accepts a date from a charming, gallant, handsome stranger. The last thing she imagines after accepting that first date with Carson would actually be the beginning of her worst nightmare.
Red roses, a reminder of her parents’ killer, soon become an emblem of horror for Cami as one by one, those closest to her fall victim to a serial killer. Cami becomes an obsession for Carson, the man she had finally allowed herself to love. Not only is he vying for her heart, but also her life.
Finding herself in a whirlwind of torments shadowed by the blood-colored bloom, Cami finds solace in Isaac, a neighboring police officer. She’s desperate to escape the haunting memories, but she must revisit them in order to catch her would-be killer. Living life in constant fear has driven Cami to second-guess every choice she makes. Will the police catch the illusive murderer, or will Cami be forced to face him once again?
1. Cami, tell me a bit about yourself.
Hi! I’m Camryn Lucks, Cami for short. I live in a small, two bedroom apartment in Richmond, VA. I love my paralegal position at Franklin & Sons Law Firm, but would love to advance my career or change it altogether.
2. Oh that’s interesting! What would be your dream career?
I love to write, unlike my best friend Emma. So, I’d love to do something that requires me to write. Maybe a journalist or author.
3. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?
I’d love to go to Italy. I’ve never been outside of the states and I love cooking Italian food, so that’s the first place I want to go.
4. Speaking of places in the world, what’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever eaten?
Oh, this is an odd question. Although I like to eat, I’m not one to try strange dishes. I think the weirdest thing I’ve ever eaten has to be escargot from this French restaurant Emma and I tried a few years back. That was a nice restaurant, but not someplace I would go to again.
5. If you had one wish, what would you wish for?
I lost my parents at an early age, and I was sent from one foster family to another all through my childhood, so if I had one wish, I’d wish for a family to treat me as one of theirs. People to trust and confide in.
6. Every little girl dreams of getting married. What would your dream wedding look like?
Oh, I love weddings! My dream wedding would be on the beach with only a select few people present. I love the color red but for a beach wedding, I’d have muted pinks and off white flowers. I have always wanted a halter top dress with soft, chiffon for the skirt.
7. Have you ever been in love?
I thought I was in love once, but it turned out that I was being manipulated into thinking I loved the man.
8. How is your life now, compared to how you thought your life would be like?
I didn’t have any preconceived notions about my life growing up. I was passed from one foster home to another so I didn’t think about my future. But now that I’m twenty five, I’m happy where I am. I love my job, the people I work with, and living alone has never been easier before. I’m just plain happy right now.
My arm trembles as I grip the cool handle of my pistol, keeping a firm grasp to ensure it doesn’t slip out of my sweaty hand. It usually stands sentry in my left nightstand to scare the nightmares away. But this isn’t a dream. The room is dark and hides the face of the man whose intent is to kill me. But I know who he is. A metallic taste fills my mouth; I want to gag. My blood drips off the blade in his hand in slow, steady beats on the carpet. My arms shake as I lift the barrel and point it in his direction. He doesn’t move. His heavy breaths alert me to the meager distance between us.
We’re at a stalemate.
A soft glow from the lamppost just outside my window casts a sliver of light on his face. His dark, beady eyes that I have grown to know rake over my body like I’m another one of his many victims. He lifts the edges of his mouth into a smile. My heart plunges into my stomach. I know what that sinister expression means, and I think back to all the times he had looked at me like that before. I had been so blind.
Before I react he lunges at me, grabbing onto my waist and twisting me to the ground. I shriek as my head slams against the bed frame. Black spots flood my vision. I squeeze my hand only to find it empty. My gun is gone. The sound of the knife clattering on the floor gives me slight hope. Not much though. He climbs up my body trying to pin my arms to the floor. I thrash my fists around, desperate to knock him off.
“Get off!” I scream, pulling on his shirt and kicking him off balance. Wrapping his hands around my arms, my attacker cuts off the circulation of blood. Rug burns flare across my skin as he drags me across the carpet. He closes his hands around my neck, shutting off my air supply. I pull at his hands but it’s no use; he has always been stronger than me. My pulse drums a frantic beat in my ears. The air slowly leaks out from my lungs, killing any hope I may have left. I search for the gun around the room; it may be my only savior now.
“Why are you doing this?” I struggle to get the words out. He squints his dark eyes. I’m wondering if there might be a chance that he will stop this madness. I am wrong.
“It’ll be over soon, sweetheart.” His hands again tighten around my neck, blocking the air from entering my lungs.
About the Author
Dana Provo has always loved books and reads everything from young adult fantasy to adult historical romances. When she’s not reading or writing her next novel, Dana can be found riding her horses and getting ready for competition. Dana lives with her husband and two house plants in Richmond, Virginia.
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