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[RELEASE PROMOTION] The Hunt in Elusion by M.L. Philpitt

 

 








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๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด. ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜‹๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ข ๐˜“๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต, ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜™๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜บ, ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ. 

๐˜•๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฐ ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ. ๐˜๐˜ฆโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜‹๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ. ๐˜๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ.

  







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Set the trap. Let people walk into it. Sheโ€™s walked into it, and now, I need to reel her in completely. Make her trust me. Learn what sheโ€™s hiding.

I pocket the phone again, opting to keep it until Iโ€™m satisfied, and turn back toward my waiting vehicle, walking over the two dead men on my way. By the time Iโ€™m in front of the driverโ€™s side door, I have one of The Elixir staff on the phone.

โ€œThereโ€™s something you need to deal with out here,โ€ is all I bark into the phone before hanging up and focusing on Della, who still stands on the sidewalk, a little dumbfounded. I know she wonโ€™t run because I have something of hers, and clearly, sheโ€™s scared at what Iโ€™ll learn about her, which means safety is now secondary from her perspective.

โ€œGet in.โ€

She looks around, her big eyes scanning the street before glancing toward the dead men. Debate rolls over her expression in the form of a downturned mouth before she side-steps them and walks toward the car, stopping on the passenger side. I watch her, brows lifting slowly as I silently command her to enter the vehicle.

โ€œDonโ€™t make me repeat myself. Men have died for less.โ€

โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t kill a woman.โ€

Some made men wonโ€™t because they view women as people too gentle to do harm, to be needing protection instead; that if they were to harm them, they have an unfair advantage. I donโ€™t think like that because itโ€™s sometimes women who are the nastiest of snakes. They use their gender as protection, knowing they can do anything and walk away unscathed. Women and men are equal in their ability to lie, steal, cheat, and betray, and for that, I will hurt a woman if the situation calls for it.

โ€œYou donโ€™t know what Iโ€™ll do, so if you value your life, get inside the car.โ€

She levels her gaze at the vehicle. โ€œFirst, my phone.โ€

My teeth grind together, annoyance working at my nerves. Itโ€™s like sheโ€™s completely forgotten the part about her being in my debt, not the other way around.

Gripping the top of my door, Iโ€™m seconds away from going around the car and throwing her ass in the back myself. โ€œYou are in no place to bargain, Della. Last time Iโ€™m repeating myself. Get in the fucking car or Iโ€™ll find you a place to sit, and I promise, you wonโ€™t enjoy it.โ€

The skin between her eyes furrows and her nose does this cute little flaring thing as the spark of fight is still lit inside her, but she finally obeys me and ducks inside the car.

Fucking Christ. I donโ€™t know what Iโ€™m getting into with this woman, but already, Iโ€™m exhausted trying to figure it out. I slip into the driverโ€™s seat and immediately start the car, suddenly eager to get back home and be alone with her.

In my peripheral vision, I watch how she squirms, pressing her legs together and moving her body as far away from me as possible, right up against the passenger door. Her head is angled away, watching as we drive down Sainte-Catherine Street.

She remains silent, wisely not asking for her cellphone again. I maneuver us quickly through the other vehicles on the road, managing to make it to the highway in record time, then up toward the Corsetti mansion.

As I pull off toward my house, I wonder how she made it there the first time. Mentally, I list the things Iโ€™ve learned about her, and what I actually know about her. Her name certainly isnโ€™t Anna, but if thatโ€™s what she went with, it means there was an Anna on the guest list. Did Della know and choose a name that would guarantee to get her inside or did the name end up on the list because she managed to get it there? Who was Anna supposed to be? Who brought her to my mansion, and why? Is this some giant ploy to get close to me and she created this whole persona to do just that? The girl I met last night avoided me at the party though, so why would she run off when she gained my attention? Or is that part of the game sheโ€™s conducting?

And why do I feel like Iโ€™m part of some malevolent plan? I design the games, no one else, and Della will learn this very soon.

I pull into the driveway, throwing the car into park, and leave it right in front of the house, rather than inside the multi-car garage we have. Iโ€™ll get someone to put it away later. Before exiting the car, I take her cell from my pocket and toss it onto her lap. The only use it has is gaining her submission, and now that weโ€™re at my house, her phone is meaningless.

โ€œNext time, donโ€™t leave it around a strangerโ€™s house.โ€

She grasps it eagerly, barely glancing at it before sliding it into her small purse. Strange, for someone to be so excited about their technology and not even give it the attention Iโ€™d assume she would have.

I get out of the car and by the time I make it to her side, sheโ€™s also opening the door. Finally learning the rules.

โ€œCome.โ€

Without looking at her, I enter the mansion, walking past the single soldier stationed by the door. Sheโ€™ll follow because she has nowhere else to go. I lead us down the hallways and toward my office.

At the doorway, I stand aside, letting her go first. She stops at the door and glances wearily at me, her brows dipping over her eyes.

โ€œHow do I know you wonโ€™t hurt me once we get in there?โ€

โ€œThat depends. Do you deserve to be hurt?โ€

Her lips press together and instead of responding, she enters my office. Her silence tells me everything though.

Sheโ€™s stacking up her falsities, but theyโ€™ll all come crashing down soon. Liars can only maintain deceit for so long before they crack. And Iโ€™ll be the one to make her crack. To shatter and spread those broken pieces.

Sheโ€™ll reveal everything before long.






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M.L. Philpitt is Canadian-born and raised, and enjoys representing Canada within her novels. As a Ravenclaw, she loves education, having undergraduate degrees in English Literature and Sociology, a certificate in Autism and Behavioural Sciences, and a MA in Counselling Psychology.

She writes in various romance new adult genres including paranormal, fantasy, dark romance, and contemporary. She has lots of crazy trapped in her head for readers to enjoy.

When M.L. Philpitt isnโ€™t making up stories, sheโ€™s devouring those imagined by other authors. Her love of reading began when she was a young child and only grew with age. She enjoys many genres, as reflected in her writing preferences.




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