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Revenge really IS sweet. ~Alace Sweets.
A dark thriller, this book is not a light read.
Filled with edge-of-your-seat suspense, this intense story commands the
reader’s attention as it drives towards the explosive ending. Alace Sweets is a
vigilante serial killer, with everything that implies and is sure to trip all
your triggers. Be ready.
At seventeen, Alace Sweets turned a corner in
her life, taking the wrong shortcut home from school.
Resisting the harsh knowledge her attackers will
never be made to pay for their actions, Alace takes a stand. Justice must be
served, and if fate’s scales are out of balance, she’s determined to set things
right as best she can.
When the laws of men fail, the rules of Alace
Others are Saying
book sucked me in and kept me reading straight through to the end.” –
Manda Mellett, Goodreads review
WOW, I loved this book. So much. So buy it, read it. Seriously, go right
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loved reading Alace’s story. It’s heartbreaking, brutal but sweet and loving
all rolled into one tiny body.” – Raychel, United Indie Book Blog
very intense story with lots of twist and turns and shocking details. A must
read for all those dark, gritty romance fans out there.” – Paula, Sweet
& Spicy Reads
From Chapter Two
“Is everything okay?”
She crossed the distance between them and leaned in so Nate could kiss her
forehead, something she’d noted he liked doing. She let him wrap an arm around
her shoulders, drawing her close to his side before he turned so they faced Ike.
“Nothing to worry about,
baby girl.” Nate’s voice dropped into the lower registers, and she shivered at
a sudden memory. That was how he’d sounded just before he buried his face
between her legs last night, finding that delicate balance of aggressive
licking and kissing, and a fragile tenderness that had been missing from her
life for a long time. I’ll miss you, big
“Hey, Ike.” She
offered a little wave with the hand not currently tucked into Nate’s back
pocket. From the outside, it probably looked like they were a longtime couple,
only Nate would know that before last night all he’d gotten access to were her
forehead and fingers. She’d gently rebuffed all his overtures while keeping the
door open for use when it mattered most. Like last night, she thought, keeping
the smile on her face small. “What’s up?”
“Hey, Pauline. Sorry to
bother you and Nate.” Ike gestured towards the front room, and Nate led her
towards the couch there. “I got some bad news, honey.” Tipping her head to one
side, she settled next to Nate, letting him hold her close. She rested one palm
on his thick thigh, allowing her fingers to curve possessively around it. “Alan
Trueward, how well did…do you know him?”
Well, hell. They found
She carefully didn’t let
any of her thoughts show on her face. Stoicism was something she had long
practiced, really since her first breath, if she were honest. All through her youth
growing up in that tiny town, she’d had to hide everything inside her. All the
pain and anger, the fear and loss. Getting out of bed in the morning meant
sliding that particular mask into place, and she was so good at it now it was
first nature, bypassing that second nature bullshit normal people lived with.
“Decent guy, he takes
care of the girls.” She purposely let her smile broaden slightly. “He and
April—” Alace tipped her head so she was grinning up at Nate. “—are quite the
item.” Fraternization between employees at the club was frowned on, but Nate
hadn’t told them to stop, which meant he probably didn’t know the reason behind
it in the first place. Alace did. Alan was the entire reason she was in town,
after all. Regg had sussed him out nearly two years ago, and she’d started
laying plans. It’s what she did these days.
“Did you see Alan last
Boy did I ever! I saw
him on his knees calling out to a god who didn’t give one shit that the man was
about to die.
Just like Alan didn’t give one shit about those little girls he liked to rub
off on when he was a teacher. Just like that judge didn’t give a shit about
those little girls, giving Alan a commuted sentence because he “had such future
contributions to give to society” and ignored his existing contributions to
eleven little girls’ nightmares. Eleven future husbands who would have their
hands full considering the woman made for them had been so abused. Alace firmly
believed that every person had their one true love, and she just as firmly
believed that Alan Trueward did not exist in that column for any woman, or man.
God couldn’t be that cruel.
Yeah, I saw him. Saw him
kneel. Saw him fall. Kicked dirt over his blood and shoveled it into the well
after him. Saw the blade rise and fall, a glittering promise in every stroke
seeing that taking Alan’s life was actually giving him peace, too. I promised
him he’d never feel those urges again. His voice begging, pleading loudly, “I’m
sick. I know. It’s a sickness.” He was sick, all right. Sick to death.
© 2017. MariaLisa deMora. All Rights Reserved.
Seeking Worthy Pursuits
Alace Sweets, Book #2
April 13, 2020
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the south, Wall Street Journal & USA TODAY bestselling author MariaLisa
deMora learned about the magic of books at an early age. Every summer, she
would spend hours in the local library, devouring books of every genre.
Self-described as a book-a-holic, she says “I’ve always loved to read, but
then I discovered writing, and found I adored that, too. For reading…if
nothing else is available, I’ve been known to read the back of the cereal
of Romance Writers of America, deMora has
penned a variety of stories, with five established series that include
motorcycle romance, veteran repatriation, and time travel, as well as a
romantic standalone, dark suspense, and a legal thriller. Her website is filled
with links and information, as well as extras like character interviews,
playlists, poetry, and trailer videos!
bio reads, “Plate-spinner / cat herder at work; totally geeked author;
single mom in the thick of autism at home; hockey freak; wanna-be hiker;
usta-be/on-again EQ gamer.”
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