Inkspell loves when a new book arrives... today we are even more excited because Forever the Storm, wraps up a wonderful series. We fell in love with Alec Kaden and celebrated when he found his true love, chewed on our nails when he tried to keep her safe and are ready to find out if they can find their Happily Ever After.
A part of me saw her as a delicate beauty that needed protecting. But she wasn't a flower that gets torn apart in a storm; she was the storm.
Before it’s over, someone will die.
Attacks are coming from all sides: arrests, sabotage, picketing, even being framed for murder. Who is the invisible force behind it all?
And what secrets has Joe Bishop been keeping about both Adriane’s and Alec’s pasts?
A while later, Alec drove into the parking garage and up to the second level, where his parking space was. Before he pulled up, though, I heard the voices… “Kaden must go! Kaden must go!”
“Fuck,” Alec muttered.
“The garage is your property, isn’t it?”
He stopped the car. “Apparently, they’re fucking morons or they don’t care.”
I rested my hand on his arm. “We’ll just walk through. I’m sure your security staff is already at the door. They’ll keep people back.”
He nodded once, neck tight like a rusted gear. He took a breath and drove forward. Thankfully, no one had decided to block his parking space. He parked, and I stood quickly from the car and was at his side before he got his door closed.
One of his guards approached.
“Don’t engage,” Alec said, “but keep them off Adriane.”
We followed the guard toward the door to the skybridge. The chanting got increasingly louder. “Kaden must go! Kaden must go!”
One man stepped forward and yelled in Alec’s face. “Piece of shit. Get out of our city!”
I squeezed Alec’s hand as tightly as I could. We walked around the man.
The guard was able to move a couple of other people out of the way, and he opened the door for us.
Then something hit me in the back. I glanced over my shoulder. Yellow egg yolk running down my shoulder and back. I tried to pull Alec forward, but he was already looking at the egg.
His head snapped, and he glared at the man standing behind us. “You goddam fucker.” He stepped toward him. I tried to hold him back, but he was too strong. “What in the hell are you doing throwing eggs at her?”
I managed to get in front of him and pressed both hands to his chest. “Alec.”
He kept yelling. “You have no idea how kind she is, and this is what she receives? Son of a fucking bitch!” he roared.
He focused on me.
“Please,” I said.
His jaw was tight all the way up to his temple. He took a breath, gaze still carefully focused on me. “Thank you.”
He let me lead him inside. I got him down the hall and around the corner.
His voice wasn’t calm so much as controlled as he talked to the guard. “I want them off my property.” He took his handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped the goop off the back of my coat.
“We’ve called the police. No one’s come yet.”
“They’re not going to. Murphy’s entirely too pleased to see this happening. Call Vincent; he’ll deal with it.”
“Yes, sir. The guard rushed off. His phone was already pressed to his ear as he turned the corner toward the stairs.
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About the Author:
M.S. Kaye has several awards and published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual at www.BooksByMSK.com.
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