Obsession (Stalker #1)

by Alice C. Hart

  That damn dog, Ozzy is his name, is on to me. This is the second time he’s sniffed me out. I hear Abby calling for him. He barks a few more times and goes inside. Fuckin’ dog!!! He is pissing me off to no end. I’m not going to see anymore tonight so I should go back to my motel. I really need to work on getting a more permanent residence soon, and that shouldn’t take me very long.

  Abby’s life is about to get flipped upside down and inside out. She’s not ready for this; her with a kid? She is a force, though, like I mentioned earlier. She’s stronger and tougher than I thought and handled everything that came at her with what seemed like ease.

  Do you see? Do you see why I can’t enough? I won’t stop watching her.

  I’m far from done and soon she will be aware that I do exist.

  The anticipation is killing me.

  THE END

  For now…

  Hidden Surprises

  Life is full

  Of ups and downs

  And you never know

  What lies around

  The next corner

  As you go along

  Trying to make it

  Staying strong

  Then one day

  Fate sweeps in

  Brings a man

  Who's sexy as sin

  He's smart and sweet

  And crazy for you

  So you fuck him hard

  And soon you

  Find yourself

  Head over heels

  And you're moving fast

  Cause it just feels

  Like something different

  Something true

  And there is nothing

  You wouldn't do

  For that man

  Cause he gave you more

  Than you ever

  Could have hoped for

  Gave you his love

  Trusted you with his heart

  And gave you a family

  To become a part

  Of and you know for sure

  When you look in their eyes

  You'd move heaven and earth

  To make sure their lives

  Are beautiful you'll keep them safe

  And ensure no harm ever touch

  Even one single hair

  Cause you love them so much

  That even on

  The darkest of days

  You'll somehow manage

  To find a ray

  Of hope and light

  Cause as you've found

  If you really look closely

  There's darkness all around

  So hold them close

  Wrap them up tight

  And be wary of strangers

  Who lurk in the night

  -Caroline Baker 3/15

  Acknowledgements

  Did you know it takes an entire village to self-publish a book? Yeah, me either!!! I need to thank so many people who helped me along the way. I’m going to try my best not to miss anyone.

  Colleen, you have the patience of a saint and I believe you actually have a halo over your head. I can never thank you enough for all of your hard work!

  Natalie Teller, for being my second eyes and letting me know if something sucked and needed to be changed. Love you long time!

  Katrina Arthurs for making my cover. I love it! You also have the patience of a saint. It’s exactly what I wanted.

  Kylie Sharp, my PA, who listens to me rant about nonsense and helps calm me down when I start to freak out over any little thing.

  This book would probably not look as badass as it does, had it not been for my kickass Formatter, Silla Webb

  Thanks to Noelle Bodhaine, Caroline Baker, Jaden Wilkes, Al Daltrey, Tiffany Huegele, Dawn Martens, Katrina Alba, Amy Donnelly, Tricia Daniels, Kimber S. Dawn, Amanda Metteer-Herrera, for letting me hound them with questions upon questions. I really appreciate all your help.

  My family, thanks for believing in me and not making me feel like a jackass for actually writing a book. Although, I do hope myMa, Nan and MIL don’t really read it, hahahaha!!!

  To my Queens of Wonderland, Street Team ~ you are all badass! I can’t thank you all enough for wanting to be on my team and support me. It means the world to me!

  About Alice

  Alice is a writer of romance and suspense, Romantic/Suspense, if you will. She also plans to write more of whatever pops into her head. Alice loves to read dark, jacked up, fuck with your head kind of books in her spare time. She also enjoys books that make her laugh out loud.

  Alice enjoys listening to music, hangin’ out with her bitches, and dancin’ her ass off. When not writing, Alice enjoys watching crap television, the kind where people go to find love and cry over losing a guy who had to go on national television to find a date.

  Residing in Toronto, Alice is happily unmarried to her common-law hubs of fourteen years; she has two children, a dog and a cat.

  A perfect evening includes watching a horror flick with her hubby and nibbling on something chocolate.

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  The following pages are an excerpt from a talented author, whom I am proud to call friend.

  Noelle Bodhaine has written The Voice Series. Whisper was released 6/2014, and her second book, Speak, went live 12/2014. Watch for Shout, the third and final installment of The Voice Series, in April!

  Enjoy!

  Whisper

  Noelle Bodhaine

  Prologue

  Two weeks ago, my heart was broken, broken by the man who helped to piece it back together. I served it up on a silver platter, free for the taking. But that is the end and this is the beginning. I should have known better. I did know better. He had his secrets and I had mine. It was just a fling, a momentary affair that went on too long.

  My life was in desperate need of reworking. Something had to change. I needed to reinvent myself, to do something spontaneous and prove to myself that I still had ‘it’, whatever ‘it’ was. Four years of struggle and heartache had left me feeling older than my 24 years. I was in desperate need of an escape when Olivia called and offered me just that, a wedding, in Miami, her wedding, new people, new town, celebrating new beginnings; a perfect elixir for this unreachable itch. Between caring for my aging and forgetful grandmother and working full time, I had little time for myself or friends, if I had any left. Most of them went away to college and never came back, rightfully. I landed on a different path and have been afraid to change course ever since.

  Nineteen years old and returning home for Christmas from my first semester away at college. I had never been that far away for that long and I was so homesick. My parents were so proud of me, as was I. I had made it to the University of Washington, my first school pick. First semester went off without a hitch and I found myself falling into a good rhythm. I crushed my finals, packed up my suitcase and headed to the airport. The weather in Washington was less than ideal. Snow really sends that State into a tizzy. But being from Colorado it was no big thing to me, I was used to the snow and cold temperatures, after all it was December. I just really wanted to get home. The winter storm covered the entire western half of the US. The snow wasn’t very heavy in Washington, but the temperatures were frigid, so everything was covered with a blanket of invisible ice. We sat on the tarmac for two hours, just waiting to hear if we would even take off. When they finally de-iced the plane and gave the green light I was ecstatic if not a little nervous. I’m pretty sure ours was among the last planes t
o go in or out of Denver International Airport, as the airport closed soon after dusk, stranding hundreds of travelers that had not yet made it out. The wind was too fierce and temperatures were too low, but I was so happy and relieved to be home. Even though I had gone to Washington with my best friend, Olivia, I still felt a little lonely and longed for my family. She was enthusiastically swept up in the camaraderie and excitement of rushing a sorority, which was something I had no interest in. It was only natural that we drift a bit, but all in all we were having a great time, college was everything we had hoped.

  We were so close to home, painfully close, crawling along at a snail’s pace on the ice slicked highway. I could see the Christmas lights on our house from where we were, a bright white star that my father had always perched atop of our garage. Lost in thoughts of all the delicious treats my mother had waiting for me, I turned my head to ask a question and everything slowed to a crawl. It was as if the world was turned on its side. The strained screaming of rubber fighting ice and the stillness of the snow collided in a torrent. I watched the truck slide across the ice and fishtail, tires slipping and struggling against the slide. The truck narrowly avoided two other cars in his lane before losing control. He came crashing across the wide median, blowing loose snow and ice in his wake. Skidding tires echoed in the stillness of the storm and echo still in my dreams. The ice screamed under the abuse of rubber and a ton of steel. New snow crunched under cold tires, offering no resistance.

  My life did not pass before my eyes in that moment. There was nothing but my mother’s horrified face. My father reached over to her, to cover her with his arm, but nothing was going to save us from what was coming. She reached out for my father, a silent scream passing her lips. No sound, just terror. Her cry would have stopped my heart if it wasn’t trying to escape from my chest. The truck slammed into the driver’s side, crushing the car. The sound of twisting metal filled the heavy winter air. We were pushed violently from the road, skidding off the shoulder. Heaven became hell, up was down. The sheer inertia of the truck pushed us for one hundred yards, gliding easily over the freshly fallen snow. Smoke poured from the wheels of the truck as it rolled over us and then everything stopped, my heart, my breath, my life. Everything was crushed under the weight of that truck. I briefly remember the world being upside down, my hair a curtain in front of my face, my body hanging by my seatbelt, and the noxious smell of burning rubber and crushed steel. There was no sound. My mother was silent. My father was silent. The next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital, two days after Christmas, alone. Empty, broken, battered and lost.

  I could not bring myself to go back to school. The only person I had left was a broken-hearted Grandmother, her mind half gone. I moved in with her, enrolled in a state university, got a job at the local paper and buried my head, watching from the sidelines as Olivia lived and did all the things we had planned to do together. When she headed to Cambridge last year for a year abroad reality crept over me. My life had come to a stand-still, while the rest of the world continued to turn. I stood still for years, willing the world to return to the way it had once been, but that was never going to happen. And now I am faced with a best friend who has moved on, who has continued to live while I merely exist. We have always been close, like sisters, but now she’s starting a new life. She went off and traveled the world, like we had planned to do together. She came back from Cambridge with a fancy degree, a haughty new world view, and a fiancé to match.

  4 years later I have become a whisper in the background, quiet and inconsequential. I have a small, half empty apartment, a fractured heart and battered body, a Grandmother mired in the early stages of dementia who hardly knows me and a rotating cast of hospice nurses who tend to her care.

  Miami was calling my name. Miami changed everything. Escaping my past had never been an option until Olivia’s wedding. I needed to forget, to get lost, and be swept away in the romance and magic of a wedding. I didn’t count on him. I didn’t count on how I would react to him. A man, a series of soul racking orgasms and a young woman who listened only to the cries of her wanton body, it was magic. And it was bound to end in disaster, but still it hurt more than I ever could have imagined.

  Chapter 1

  Stepping off of the plane in Miami, wafting coconut oil and salt water tickles my nose and the thick air wraps its welcoming arms around me. I am warm to the core of my body, warm and dry. A welcome change from what was beginning to feel like a never ending Colorado winter. The weather has been so cold, I swear my bones were beginning to rattle when I walked.

  Olivia is getting married to Matthew a successful real estate developer. Just her luck, he is wildly successful, comes from an important family and travels the world. Poor girl. It seems the only drawback, so far, is the future mother-in-law that she can’t seem to crack. I know nothing of what she is about to enter into. Neither of us grew up with much money, but we always had what we needed. To even try and comprehend the kind of wealth she is marrying into is mind boggling. I say ‘no, thank you’ to the responsibility and pressure she is taking on. I like my low key life.

  My eyes scan the terminal for Olivia. Everyone is so tan….and thin. All around me women are strutting and swishing like they are in a secret fashion show, swaying their hips side to side as they walk down an invisible cat walk. Men pretend not to notice under their dark shades, leering sideways. Languages float about like a Latin symphony, people greeting one another, or saying goodbye. And then I hear her, over every other sound in the terminal.

  “Sophie!” I look to my left to see the crowd part just as a wash of blonde hair launches at me, embracing me like a sister. We hug each other for a moment and swing in one another’s arms like we did when we were little. I hold her back from me so I can get a good look. It has been a long time since we have been face to face. Our lives have gone off in such different directions, sometimes I fear I will lose her for good.

  Now she is getting married and looking forward to a wonderful life, so adult, and refined. She looks amazing! I cannot believe this is the same girl. Her hair is long and blonde, her tan flawless and she is glowing with that sickening look of love. She is head to toe class in a sleeveless ivory silk top and crisp gray slacks. Her ears are weighed down by sparkling diamond studs, and a matching single diamond sits at the base of her throat.

  “You look amazing, you Bitch!” She punches me square in the arm, deadening the muscle, stinging just like it used to.

  “Me? Look at you, Soph, you are so cute!” Cute, that’s me, the cute one. Even in my best jeans and cutest lacy tank I’m still painfully underdressed, under adorned, and generally unremarkable.

  “Yeah, right, Liv. I am never going to fit in here. I cannot believe how beautiful every single person is. I am surprised they even let me off the plane.” My head starts to swim as my pulse picks up and pearls of sweat rise on the nape of my neck.” Oh, my God, Olivia I am freaking out! You are getting married!” My palms are so wet that my bag begins to slip and I lose my grip. I let it drop to the ground and use the back of my hand to wipe away the gathering curls from my damp forehead. Olivia grabs both my hands and pulls me in close.

  “We are going to go to that bar, right there,” pointing just behind her to the Admirals Club.” We are going to have a cocktail, maybe two, we are going to calm down, catch up and everything is going to be fine. I am so glad you are here, I have missed you so much, Sophie!” She pulls me in for a hug and squeezes so tightly it is hard to hold on to any emotion other than relief when she finally releases me. That is an offer I cannot refuse and she knows that well.

  Inside the Admirals Club deep overstuffed leather chairs arranged in small groups face a wall of windows that looks out onto the tarmac. A heavy mahogany bar anchors the large room, with a walk in humidor behind and a floor to ceiling wall of wine with a petite, divinely dressed waitress climbing an old fashioned rolling library ladder, allowing her access to the farthest bottles. The air is slightly scented by cigar smoke and brea
thy scotch, the faintest sounds of classical music floating over the hidden sound system. Everything in the room feels rich, with me being the obvious exception. The host greets Olivia, kissing her hand, and leads us to the farthest corner and a deep round booth. The banquette is sunken and looks out onto a private stone patio, above hangs a frighteningly large crystal chandelier.

  “Sophie, sit down. What shall we drink?” Olivia pulls me back to the moment and into the sunken leather booth.

  “I think champagne is appropriate, don’t you?” I open the wine list intending to treat my best friend to a glass of champagne. My eyes pop and the hairs at the nape of my neck stand on end as I get a glimpse of the bottle prices and the fact that there is no” bubbles by the glass”. Are we in an airport bar or the Ritz? I begin calculating in my head when the waiter appears with a silver bucket full of ice and a bottle of Moet. Oh My God! I choke on my own breath as he places the bucket into a stand and proceeds to present the bottle to Olivia.

  “Courtesy of the gentleman in the corner,” he gestures and our eyes follow him to an overstuffed chair against the farthest wall. There is a cluster of suits buzzing about, the man sitting amidst the chaos nods at Olivia and tips his glass of amber liquid.

  “I’ll be right back,” she blurts at me and quickly slides from the booth heading towards the swarm of gray suits and cell chatter. I watch her cross the room, her beachy blonde hair swaying in time with her hips. She is like a force of nature; tall, thin and blonde. If yoga was an Olympic sport she would be a gold medalist. The whole swarm of suits watches her approach, but his eyes seem to be locked on me. I glance over my shoulder to make sure no one is standing behind me, nope, just me in this corner. His attention is focused. His intensity wafts from across the room like the smell of aged pipe smoke and well-worn leather. His face is chiseled and rugged with pale skin and full peach lips. His square jaw covered by the slightest hint of maybe one day’s shadow. He furrows his brow and shakes me off just as Olivia approaches him. They exchange words as Olivia hugs him and points me out. She waves, expecting me to wave back? Awkwardly, I raise my hand and wave like a parade float princess. Aargh! What is wrong with me? Olivia giggles and leans in to whisper something in his ear. He is polite, smiling graciously, but hardly gets a word in the whole time she is talking to him. I pull my attention from his chiseled face, back to the glass of champagne in front of me and decide I may need a little liquid help to get through the next few days. I quickly toss back the champagne with my back to the rest of the room and refill my glass before Olivia returns.