~~~ How will Natalie’s story end? ~~~

A-Girl-scorned-evernightpublishing-2017-ebook mediumA GIRL SCORNED, the 3rd and final book of The Escape Series, releases in just TWO DAYS!

(For more info on the entire series, click here)

Here’s the first excerpt of A GIRL SCORNED!


In front of the No Admittance door, I stood, listening. But the only sounds were the ambient rustles of footsteps, shuffling of papers, and fingers on keyboards, all which floated through the tall ceiling of the library.

I closed my eyes and exhaled hard. Upon opening them, I knocked twice, just like the slip of paper instructed.

The door opened. A hand grabbed my arm and yanked me inside.

I smelled Eddie before I saw him. To my eyes, he was nothing more than a dark figure looming over me. To my nose, he was familiar and welcoming. I didn’t wait for confirmation or for him to speak, I dislodged myself from his grasp and threw my arms around him, pressing my nose into his neck, inhaling him—his scent, his very being.

His arms enclosed tight around my waist, bringing tears to my eyes. I pulled back just enough to press my lips to his.

“I take it you got my note,” he whispered.

“I take it you missed me,” I replied.

The warmth of his laughter hit my forehead. He was beginning to come into focus in the low light. His smile, the sturdiness of his shoulders. His brown hair was covered by a dark ball cap that sported a white, overlapping NY logo.

“Yankees? I thought you were an Ohio boy.”

He grabbed the bill and adjusted the hat. “When in Rome.”

The space around us was much darker than the library, and my eyes had a hard time adjusting. It was a passageway of some kind. A low, yellow light shone about ten feet down, giving off just enough illumination to see the walls around it.

“What is this place?” I asked.

“Leads down to the boiler room.”

A small shudder flew through me. Creepy basements with steaming pipes was too horror movie for my taste.

“How did you get in here without being seen?” I asked. “You really shouldn’t be here at all. This place is swarming with people watching me, waiting for you. Sergei’s guys, the FBI—all of them eager to be the one to bring you down. In handcuffs or…”

“With a bullet.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth.”

“Then don’t remind me.”


~~~Be sure to check back on October 20th for more information and links, so you can grab your own copy of A GIRL SCORNED!~~~

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