Title: Killing Sarai
Author: J.A. Redmerski
Release date: June 20, 2013
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Age Group : General adult 17 +
From the author of the New York Times,
Today & Wall Street Journal
bestselling novel, THE EDGE OF NEVER, comes a story of passion and survival… USA
Sarai was only fourteen when her mother uprooted her to live in
with a notorious drug lord. Over time she forgot what it was like to live a
normal life, but she never let go of her hope to escape the compound where she
has been held for the past nine years. Mexico
While on the run,
strays from his primal nature as he succumbs to his conscience and resolves to
help Sarai. As they grow closer, he finds himself willing to risk everything to
keep her alive; even his relationship with his devoted brother and liaison,
Niklas, who now like everyone else wants Sarai dead.
and Sarai slowly build a trust, the differences between them seem to lessen,
and an unlikely attraction intensifies. But Victor’s
brutal skills and experience may not be enough in the end to save her, as the
power she unknowingly holds over him may ultimately be what gets her killed.
This is their story…
I raise the gun a little higher, settling the barrel at the back of her head, but not touching it. I don’t want her to be afraid before she dies and although I know she fears nothing, death is something we all fear in our final moment even if only the smallest part of us is conscious of it. I don’t want her to fear it at all and she can’t if she doesn’t know that it’s happening.
“How old were you when you became what you are?” she asks.
Caught off guard by the question and maybe more-so by the shifting of the mood, I hesitate before answering.
“I was nine.”
She sniffles and wipes her eyes with the hand near her cheek.
“You were very young,” she goes on. “I guess in a way like me, you never had a chance to live a life of your choosing. I guess maybe we aren’t really so different from each other.” She pauses. “Except I might be more like your brother than I care to admit. He’s as angry as I am.”
I release my finger from the trigger and slowly, so she doesn’t know, move the barrel away from the back of her head.
“It must’ve been hard growing up with Niklas,” she says.
I set the gun back on the bed next to me and before I know what I’m doing I’m cradling the back of her head in my hand again.