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She was thin, her clothes loose on her taut skin, pulled over sharp angular bones. She moved like a woman always anticipating a blow and later I figured out it was because she was. My grandfather was liberal with the back of his hand and whereas my mother fought back, my grandmother never did. She just took the abuse. So I couldn\u2019t understand why she cried when he died. Was it relief? Was it genuine grief? It was my first real understanding that love was complicated and messy and illogical.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t want my love for the stranger to be complicated. I didn\u2019t want to muddy it with my own personal baggage. I wanted to just be with him. Here. Alone. Being everything he needed. \u201cTell me about Sadie,\u201d I said, going to the stranger and wrapping my arms around his waist from behind, kissing his back. It was the way I always approached him for an embrace, because from that angle he couldn\u2019t reject me. He usually didn\u2019t and this time he even pulled me around to the front to wrap me in his arms.<\/p>\n

I leaned into his chest, breathing in his scent, sweat and outdoor air. \u201cLaney, you\u2019re the talker, not me.\u201d He buried his lips in my hair. \u201cLay down with me and just talk to me and I\u2019ll listen.\u201d He sounded exhausted, weary. My chest tightened. I didn\u2019t know I could love someone this much, with such a squeezing intensity.<\/p>\n

It made me breathless. I would do whatever he wanted if it would make him feel better. \u201cOf course.\u201d I led him to the bed, which was out of character. I never tugged him or took him where I wanted him to be. I felt the balance shifting between us. He was showing me his vulnerability and I was more his equal as a result. It was intimate, emotional, having him trust me with his true self. The bedsprings creaked as we sank down onto the mattress, him pulling me down to tuck in against his chest.<\/p>\n

He sighed and turned. There were tears glistening in his eyes. Real, honest tears. It was endearing and adorable and I felt in awe of his trust in me. \u201cTalk, Laney.\u201d \u201cI never had a dog,\u201d I murmured, playing with the button on his flannel shirt. \u201cMy mother couldn\u2019t be bothered. But I had a pet sock.\u201d<\/p>\n

He gave a startled laugh. \u201cWhat? How is a fucking sock a pet?\u201d My cheeks flushed. I had been ashamed of that sock, then and now.<\/p>\n

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All you need is love. And a strong alibi. A plane crash brought me to the cabin in the woods with the stranger, but love keeps me here. Nothing can take me from his arms, not even a man from my past. But after a body is found nearby, the police have questions for me. For us. All I\u2019ve ever wanted is to stay with the stranger, the man I crave and need but my secrets are starting to unravel.<\/p>\n

Escape is what the stranger demands and I\u2019ll do anything for him, including leaving the cabin and creating a new identity. I\u2019ll do whatever he tells me to do-with my body, my heart, my soul. The last time I loved, I lost. I won\u2019t let that happen again. HIDE is the follow up to the bestselling erotic thriller, CRASH, with the series conclusion, EXPOSE (the stranger\u2019s story), releasing in late 2016.<\/p>\n

For mature readers only. The greatest love stories start with blood\u2026 OceanofPDF.com \u201c\u2018Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.\u201d In Memoriam Alfred Lord Tennyson OceanofPDF.com The last time I loved, I lost. That won\u2019t happen again. So as I stared down at Michael\u2019s body and watched the blood leave his head and spread like syrup rushing off a pancake, I knew I\u2019d done the right thing. He wanted to take me away from the stranger, take me back to Seattle. He wanted to expose my secrets and lock me in a white room with nothing but my thoughts and my guilt and my loneliness.<\/p>\n

A room like the closet I hid in when I was a little girl and my mother left the apartment for her nightly fuck fests with random men. I couldn\u2019t be locked up again and he was not nice for trying it. I had done the right thing. I turned to the stranger, breathing hard, my frantic and urgent breaths creating a steady stream of vaporous tendrils in the freezing cold air of Alaska.<\/p>\n

Steam rose from the warm blood spilling across the front porch of the stranger\u2019s cabin. \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d I told him, because I realized he might be angry with me for killing a man on his porch. For bringing this to him. The last thing I wanted was the stranger angry with me.<\/p>\n

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This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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