The
Lake Of Shadows
Chastity
Point Series, Book 1
by M.E.
Yildirim
Genre: Paranormal Romance
ASIN: B00GN94XYG
Number of pages: 383
Word Count: 111651
Cover Artist: Gözdem Perrichet
Book Description:
Keegan Callaghan knows the taste
of loss. Fate has severely tried him; first by taking away his parents when he
was but a child, then destiny didn't spare him the heartache of losing the
woman he loved, when she fell victim to vicious killers who were after him.
He is a man, but not human.
At least that's not all there is
to him.
There is a savage side to his
nature, a werewolf like creature that most would attribute with folklore or a
myth. Troubled by his own animalistic tendencies he has a hard time accepting
and haunted by vicious memories, he decides to leave his home in Ireland and
move to the US, where his mother was from.
But the quiet town of Chastity
Point, Connecticut is not what it seems.
Jade Thorton is trying to lead
the life she always dreamed of having. She owns a bakery, has friends, and a
loyal dog, which seems to be fully satisfying after the traumatic experience of
her childhood that casts a long shadow on her whole life.
The last thing she expects is to
find herself thrown back into the past by the events taking part in the small
town when blood is being spilled in rural Chastity Point.
The fascination she feels for the
mysterious man with eyes full of painful secrets could be her chance for
happiness, or her final downfall…
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Excerpt
Chapter 14:
He sat on his porch, listening to
the sounds that approaching night was bringing up to him. It was like a
lullaby, to which he get used to surprisingly fast.
Opened
bottle of chilled beer stood on the wooden table, next to his elbow.
Condensation was dripping slowly down along the glass in an essence reminiscent
of the sand in an hourglass.
He
propped his ankles comfortably on the balustrade, letting peace of the moment
to seep inside of his skin. A light breeze played with his hair, like a teasing
hand of a lover, carrying memories within that were fighting with a present.
Too many memories he tried to
resist.
But
they were stripping his will away, pulling him under. Taking him back to the
times when he had been a mere shadow passing by, living on the outskirts of the
real world.
Riona
was dead, and with her death all the light went out from his life. One careless
incident, and he was spiraling down, down, down …
At
first, vengeance was the only thing that kept him going, kept the blood pumping
in his veins, kept his heart beating in his chest.
After all was said and done, he
was left with memories alone.
Memories that taunted him.
Then
even they were too much and started to elude his grieving mind. During the
first year he was so close to the edge. He let his animal side come to the
fore, trying to bury himself in the most basic survival mode. He became vicious
beast walking on two legs, ready to strike at the slightest provocation, or
even without.
He
didn't care if he would bring death upon the others or himself. No, he prayed
for the end, because only in death they could be together again. Then one sober
thought slashed brightly through his half mad mind.
He didn't deserve the blessing of
the death.
He needed to take in the
suffering with every breathe, with every step of his way...
Then
all the other women followed. Nameless fucks. That's what they were. He made
sure, he has never had a hard time walking away from any woman, after not being
able to reach the only one he wanted.
All
these years females had come to him easily, and then disappeared even faster.
Names and faces turned into blur, not letting one of them become too important
to him. It was a simple matter he based his survival on.
They
were all blonde and tall, but they were mere shadows of the only female he
could never touch again. Didn't deserve from the beginning, but couldn't
resist. And she paid dearly for his weakness.
Not any other has ever came close to touching
precious memories he carried within. These other females were wrecks, just like
him. Castaways left for scavengers to pray.
Incomplete.
Undone.
Trying
to lose themselves in one of the most primal acts. In order to dream, to
forget, to die, and reborn as someone else. Trying to … feel something,
anything. But nothing helped. Not to him.
Never to him.
Grief and rage became like a
third entity living under his skin.
Until
one day he opened up his eyes, and saw all that he had brought upon himself. He
became what he despised the most.
Riona would despise him as well.
Not
for failing in protecting her, never that. But for what he allowed her death to
turn him into. This bitter, violent shell of the man she used to love, nothing
but a husk of his former self, on a sloppy road to hell.
He
shook his head like an animal that lived inside of him, shrugging off the
trance like state. There was no peace in the evening breeze, soothing lullaby
snapped in the midway. Broken sound of it reverberating in his jagged soul.
He
leaned against the back of his chair, balancing it precariously on two legs.
Precarious balance was a good analogy to his current situation, he thought, and
blew out the harsh breath, swearing eloquently.
Jade.
All
in him wanted to get back to her, to bury himself in her body, to slip under
her skin. All in him tightened in possession at the mere memory of the hungry
intensity between them.
He would like nothing more, than
to blame it all on his primal, animal part, but deep down he knew human male felt
exactly the same way.
He didn't want to feel this way
about any woman.
Not
after the lesson of the past. He knew dangers hidden in it, remembered gut
wrenching emotions. They were nothing more than a weakness, which could lead a
man to a downfall.
And
now Jade threatened all his memories, deepening his guilt, and self–loathing.
Because she was making him break the vows he made a long time ago, forget his
own rules he tried to live by. And she didn't even have to try, he thought
bitterly.
The smart thing to do would be
walking away now, but he was afraid it was already too late for that.
He
took Jade, just like he wanted, but it didn't appease his craving. If anything
the craving became even sharper, than before. If he had any hopes of moving on
after having her, now he could finally stop deluding himself about it.
She
was his, and some feral part of him refused to consider any other possibility.
He
finally couldn't take standstill of the moment and went inside, closing the
solid lid on his memories, and pretending his present doesn't bother him at
all...
About
the Author:
M.E. Yildirim is a Public
Relations specialist from Poland who is confident Satan himself created math
and that the world needs more bookworms to balance the evil out. Her mother is
the one who had inculcated in her respect and love for written stories and
taught her not to judge a book by its cover. She lives with head full of voices
which won't be silenced until she lets them out to live and spin their tales on
paper. That's right-their tales, since they seem to have a mind and will of
their own. Walking through life to the beat of her own drum, she has worked in
a PR Agency, small companies, a big consortium and even in the Military. But
none of it could ever compare to the adventures of creating and building up her
characters and stories. M.E. believes that books are for smoothing out
everyone's feathers and reminding people all the things they've already
forgotten. She is happily married, oftentimes engaging her husband in her
writing, with or without his consent. Tenacious as much as the characters she
creates, she loves challenges, letting her own creations to take advantage of
that fact.
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