Ketley Allison is a twenty-something (maybe almost thirty-something) author who believes that supernatural love shouldn’t stop at eighteen. She began her career by writing books as birthday presents for her friends (with her friend as the main character and opposite a super sexy lead, of course) before ending it in order to walk down a path she thought she was supposed to follow.
The writing bug never left her—and, in fact, would often bleed into the official papers she was supposed to write—so now Ketley’s putting down her suit and finally following her dream. While her friends are no longer the stars of her books, she still throws in bits and pieces of them into each and every one of her characters.
As a result, her books tend to focus a lot on friendships as well as love, because let’s be honest, friends are what really get you through—especially when your epic love turns into epic heartbreak.
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5 friends. A killer within. WHO WILL SNAP?
In nine weeks Charlie Miller's life goes from absolute perfection to gruesome tragedy. All it takes is one night, one blade, and her boyfriend, best friend and new friends all either end up as suspects or dead.
But Charlie's world of pro football golden boys, law school domination and New York City nightlife crumbles long before sudden death. Nate Westcott, a pierced, tattooed, charismatic lawyer, is a man she can’t have—but a seductive danger she can’t ignore. He’s cocky, infuriating, brilliant and wrong, making her question whether she really is the good girl she wants to be or more like the selfish killer everyone thinks she is.
And her body wants him in ways she’s not supposed to crave.
Despite her desire for it to be how it was during college, Charlie's changing, and so are the friends she thought she knew. Everyone she cares about is at risk because one of them has darkness lurking beneath, and if Charlie wants to survive, she must find that single, poisonous soul.
Because they want Charlie out of the way. And to succeed, they'll kill.
Start at the beginning. Question them all.
“I don’t know what to fucking believe anymore.” He laughed. “Tonight blew my mind wide open. So much that—yeah, okay, you picked me. Fabulous. But there’s this…Char, I…” He dug both hands into his hair, scratching. “I don’t know if I want to fight for you anymore.”
My chest was wrenched open. “Slade, no.”
“I’m exhausted. Disturbed. So gutted and miserable. All these weeks I’ve been battling so hard for you, telling myself there’s no love like ours, that we could survive the accusations, Nate putting the moves on you—we could win. But then tonight happened, and…” He held a hand up, examining his swollen, clotted knuckles. “I cracked. I gave up. We’re damaged goods, but do you still believe in us? Do you?”
“I do,” I said, moving closer. “In every moment. Slade, you’re right, we’ve gone through something terrible, but we’re still here. I love you.”
He’d pressed his hands to my cheeks as I spoke. “I misread the situation, and I’m sorry I didn’t run to you first. I should’ve known you’d never…tell it to me again.”
“Tell me you love me. That you’ll stay with me no matter what I’ve done.”
“I love you,” I said, on shakier ground. “And it’ll withstand a lot, but explain to me what you mean. What have you done?”
“Not that. I swear.” His fingers dug into my cheekbones. “The lies, though, it sent me spiraling tonight. Someone I tried to help, to be there for, has infested my life.”
In that, I understood. But his voice was so unsteady, a vague suggestion of the strength of his usual baritone, that he couldn’t be giving me everything. “Slade, what else happened tonight?”
For a split second he held his breath. Then he said, “I’ve told you everything.”
“You haven’t told me how you got home.” You’ve been a stranger to me tonight. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” His hands settled on my shoulders. “It’s in the past. And now we’re not the same people anymore.”
“You talk like we might not come back from this, but you’re wrong. It won’t happen, not if you’re honest with me. Yes, I hesitated; I wasn’t sure if we’d work. I know we’re not perfect. It’s been an exhausting fight. But the last thing I wanted to do was just give up. This relationship deserves all the fight in me before I could ever walk away. And I couldn’t. When everything was said and done, with Nate, with Reagan, I just couldn’t. You’re worth it, Slade. We’re worth it.”
“You are, sweetheart.” He laid his forehead against mine. “But I’m not.”
“Slade,” I moaned. My bones slipped out of my skin, and I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. “I don’t understand what you’re saying. Tell me what you mean, what the punches through the walls out there mean, all of it. Please.”
“Charlie.” He clasped my arms, holding me upright. “I wish I could lie to you. I don’t want…please, don’t make me responsible for those tears.” His eyes welled up. “Something happened tonight. Something irreparable. And I can’t—I can’t come back from it.”
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