A haunting mistake that brought them all together…
Maria’s fear and hate for men is solidified by Ricky’s abuse and his obsession to kill her. In an effort to save her son, she runs away and crosses paths with Dave, a man going through his own tribulations with his wife. He is determined to protect her, show her that not all men are evil and that true love exists. And he in turn, finds a woman worthy to be a mother to his daughter.
Maria finally finds peace in her new roles as a mother, a wife and a home maker but that dream is short lived when a ghost from her past threatens to take it all away from her in the most brutal and torturous way.
But Maria isn’t alone anymore, her father finally shows up to do what he was supposed to five years ago. Protect his daughter.
“When I seen that it was a Romance/Suspense, I thought hum ok? I love both let’s check it out. I was surprised! This is a great read. Lot’s of suspense, with just the right amount of romance thrown in.” Cynthia Ann “Lovin Books” (Kindle Edition)
“It has been a long time since I had read a book and I just could not put this one down. It kept me captivated and engaged.” (Smashwords)
“Romance and Suspense all in one. Loved this book. Had to read it twice in one week it was so good. Kept me glued to my seat until the very end. Easy to follow the emotions of the characters, feel what is going on. Highly Recommend…” (Barnes & Noble)
“Hello and welcome to JJ’s diner. This way please.” Her smile was suddenly killed by the lustful eyes the guys were now giving her. She pulled her hair over her chest, trying to hide her cleavage. ‘Eighteen minutes to go’ she thought to herself as she led the way, so sure that their eyes were stuck on her ass. She fisted the apron in her hand. She wanted to turn it around to her back side.
She froze when she felt something trail up over her long hair, leaving a tingling track of cold fear. She hated being touched and if Ricky walked in and spotted her, she would hate being touched even more, with a bruised filled body.
Please don’t touch me, please don’t touch me, she chanted in her head unable to utter a word, or move her paralyzed limbs.
She inched her head away and swallowed a whimper when the warm hand stroked her hair on the side of her head. This couldn’t possibly be happening. Couldn’t he read the sign on the wall, no touching the waitresses, that’s what it said and yet he was doing the exact opposite or was he a selective reader!
She felt her chest tighten and her breath shorten as her mind kept chanting the four words engraved in blood and fear in her mind and on her body, please don’t touch me, please don’t touch me.
“You smell as good as you look?” the hoarse, scratchy voice whispered wetly in her ear and echoed repeatedly in her mind, tightening every muscle in her body in terror.
She forced her legs to move and took a side step away from him counting the fear away as she took in deep breathes to wake up the rest of her body. “Please take a seat.” She managed to whisper with a shaky voice. She didn’t dare turn to look at him, she couldn’t, and his voice was enough to torture her.
She would always hear his wet, hoarse voice uttering those words everywhere she went and with every man she was forced to speak to. She wasn’t going to make it worse by putting a face to it.
The man chuckled, taking a seat opposite his friends. Maria kept her eyes on the table away from her new ghost. She clutched her fingers as a small fiery temper boiled inside her.
Great! He just had to laugh, that’s going to haunt me too! Why don’t I just look at him and complete the package.
She blinked back her tears and bit her lips together. The fire inside her was quickly turning in to pity. She hated her life and herself even more. She was such a coward for letting herself get to this point. A spineless, cowardly chicken too scared to get out of the hail storm thundering down on her.
Maria took a deep breath then took out her notebook, pulling herself out of the pity hole she so often spent most of her time in, long enough to put on a fake smile and take their order. “What would you like to have?”
One of the men looked her over, undressing the little clothes she had on with his eyes. “You.” he blurted out.
“I’m not on the menu.” She responded turning around and walking to the back room. She pulled her jacket out of her locker and shrugged it on. She sat down on the bench with her purse held on her lap, silently waiting for Jane to finish up so they could go home. She knew she would get into trouble for leaving those jerks unattended, but that would be child’s play compared to what Ricky would do if he walked in and found her with them.
Maria took a deep breath and fought the urge to look around the diner for Ricky, fearing he might at any second attack her for the idiotic remark. The thought of another beating sent a cold chill down her back and it also made her angry that she lived in constant fear. She hated men. If she could, she would take them all out, starting with Ricky, then this asshole at her table and then maybe find her dad and kill him too. If he bothered to visit once in a while, he would have taken care of Ricky like a father should and she would finally breathe easy.
She hated men.
Every single one.
Michael was a child, so he didn’t count.