When I wake up in a dark, unfamiliar room, I have no idea what's waiting for me in the shadows. My imagination conjures up demons of the worst kind.
Reality is much worse:
A collar with no leash. A prison with no walls. And a life stripped of meaning.
I am presented with a vile contract and asked to sign. It outlines the terms of my servitude. The only information I have about my captor are the two small letters inked at the bottom:
Armed with only my memories, I must do everything I can to avoid becoming ensnared in his twisted mind games. But in the end, it all comes down to one choice:
Resist and die.
Or submit, and sign my life away
I open my eyes to the brilliant expanse of my prison. I test the air with my nose. There’s no more odor.
I feel groggy, as if waking up from a long sleep. How long have I been out?
I push myself to a sitting position and look around. The tiles are clean. The vomit is gone. There are two jars close by that were not there before.
I crawl over and look at them. One is filled with water. The other is empty.
Without thought I clutch the handle of the first and start to chug. I spit the first mouthful out to clean my mouth, but the rest goes down quickly. My stomach rumbles in protest after my umpteenth heavy gulp, but my body needs the hydration.
Two more drafts and I set the jar down.
Only then does it strike me that the water might be drugged.
I start to feel sick again. I’m in the process of jamming my fingers to the back of my throat when the absurdity of what I’m doing strikes me.
You’re already a prisoner, and as vulnerable as you’re going to get. Why spike the water?
A hysterical sort of laughter builds in my chest. It’s the laughter that comes when all the lights have gone out and all hope has been extinguished. It’s the laughter of a woman on the edge of sanity.
I bolt to my feet, shaking with laughter. “What do you want from me?” I scream at the sky. I spread my arms and spin. “Show yourself! Show me who you are!”
I stood up too fast. A wave of light-headedness overcomes me. I lose my balance and fall.
My head bounces off the floor. Everything goes black again.
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I live near beautiful Seattle, Washington. I grew up reading all types of fantasy books before discovering the wonderful world of romances in high school. Now, I spend most of my time writing about sexy men and the women who love them.
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I don't read a lot of series books because I get impatient very quickly and want to know what happens. I don't like to wait to read the next book, but I am so, so glad I decided to read Uncovering You. I absolutely loved Part One and can't wait to read more. From the first sentence I was pulled in. I've always loved darker stories and this one is definitely that. When I first read the synopsis I immediately thought of both Kitty Thomas' Comfort Food and Aleatha Romig's Consequences (two of my all-time favorite books). While there were some similarities in the theme, Scarlett Edwards definitely wrote her own story here. You could feel the confusion, the helplessness, everything. Now, I want to know what happens next. I want to see where it goes. Please, please, please release Part Two today for me. What will happen with J.S? What does he want from her? So many questions and we have to wait for the answers. I strongly recommend this book and give it 4 1/2 stars (the only reason it's not 5 stars is because of my impatience with having to wait for the next part.
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