Blog Tour::: Degrees of Distortion by Aimee McNeil
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BLOG TOUR + GIVEAWAY
DEGREES OF DISTORTION by Aimee
McNeil
Distortion Series book #1
Romantic Suspense
Limitless Publishing
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`*.¸.*´´¯`•★SYNOPSIS
Lexie Wilder is no stranger to tragedy. She struggles
every second of every day to overcome the loss of her boyfriend…
Determined to get
her life back on track, Lexie retraces a road trip she went on with Alex before
he died. The trip was meant to be a harmless adventure to revisit old memories
and track down an elusive color of nail polish. Instead, Lexie uncovers a truth
in Sugar Hill that her mother wanted to keep hidden.
When strange men
follow Lexie home, her mother demands she run, sending her further away from
the answers she seeks. But Lexie finds a clue in an old diary. Her mother
wrote about a dark man with a dangerous past.
Jackson is a distraction Lexie isn’t prepared to face…
Alone in an
unfamiliar town, Lexie has nothing but her haunted thoughts to keep her company
and is terrified this man from her mother’s past has come back to finish what
he started. She doesn’t know who to trust, especially when she realizes her
neighbor, Jackson, is as intimidating as he is beautiful. She tries to keep her
mysterious neighbor at a safe distance, but after he fights off an armed
attacker, Lexie finds herself turning to him for comfort.
Her new protector can’t stop the evil forces already
in play…
There is only one
person who can answer for the chaos that has taken over Lexie’s life…her
mother. The man responsible for the torment detailed in the pages of the diary
is real, and now his sights are set on Lexie. His henchmen might have failed,
but he won’t.
Lexie must figure
out exactly how much she trusts Jackson and his good intentions if she ever
wants a chance to finally piece her life back together. But first she has to
survive…
Some demons don’t
die. They wait...
`*.¸.*´´¯`•★PROLOGUE
The room was dark
and the air felt as if it had taken shape and slithered over her skin—cold and
damp. Her jaw hurt from the constant chattering of her teeth. The dull ache
stretched down her throat making it feel swollen and tight. Her thoughts jumped
from one to the next as her mind refused to focus on anything.
She raised a shaky hand and brushed her hair from her face,
noticing her cheeks were damp. She pressed numb fingers to her skin and wiped
away tears that were dripping from her chin. She hadn’t even realized she was
crying. She licked her dry lips and blinked her eyes. The haunting quiet was
enough to make her question what was real.
A strange numbness engulfed her as she looked through the
rough metal bars that caged her in. A lone lightbulb in the far corner of the
room flickered occasionally, threatening to leave her in darkness. She had no
concept of time due to the solid walls of concrete around her. The only
indication of time passing was the constant drip of water she could hear from
the leaky faucet across the room.
The bars that made up the small cell had initially been a
source of terror when she had awoken inside them but now she was grateful for
the barrier. They were the only thing that separated her from him.
The man sat on the other side of the bars with a suit and
blood red tie. His chair was so close that his knees were pressed against the
bars. He had been sitting impossibly still for so long she was beginning to
wonder if she was imagining him.
When he finally moved her breath caught in her throat. He
loosened his tie and leaned back. The chair groaned loudly in protest but he
remained eerily quiet. He didn’t look like a man that was capable of great evil
with his expensive suit and well-manicured appearance but there was no denying
there was something unnatural about him. He watched her silently like a lion
toying with its food, waiting to strike.
She pushed back the lump in the throat and searched for her
voice. “Why?” her lips felt frozen, making it hard to speak.
He refused to break his silence. He ran his hand down the
front of his shirt and began to rub his thighs in long, languid strokes. His
gaze never left her and she cowered away from his frightening presence.
She sat on the small cot pushed up against the wall. It
offered no comfort as the frame dug through the thin mattress. A chill rushed
over her skin as she pulled her knees up to her chest.
“Why…am I…here?” she cried. The rush of emotion was
impossible to stop as it began to flow. She gasped for breath between her sobs.
Her body shook as she wrapped her arms around her knees and made the best
attempt she could to shield herself from his view.
He leaned forward suddenly in his chair and grabbed hold of
the bars. His abrupt movement startled her. She pushed off the bed and stumbled
to her feet. She pressed her body against the solid wall of concrete in the
back of the cell. Her heart raced so fast she could taste the metallic pulse in
her mouth and the deafening rush in her ears.
“Because you are mine,” he said in a voice that reached
across the distance between them and grabbed hold of her.
She shook her head. “Let me go,” she sobbed. “Please.”
“Never,” he said as he shoved his chair back. It scraped
loudly against the floor. He pulled what sounded like keys from his pocket and
walked around the cell. He ran his fingers over every bar until he came to the
door. Fear strangled her as the sound of a lock released.
“I will never let you go,” he said as he pushed the door
open.
`*.¸.*´´¯`•★GOODREADS
`*.¸.*´´¯`•★ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Aimee McNeil was
born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, where she continues to live today with
her husband and three children. She is a stay-at-home mother that loves every
colorful moment with her family.
Aimee spends most
of her free time indulging in her love of writing. You can also find her lost
in the pages of a good book, or making a mess with her paints. Aimee loves to
explore anything that promotes creativity. It is one of the many reason she
enjoys writing.
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