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IT BEGAN WITH A LIE!
Title: It
Began With A Lie
Author: Michele
Pariza Wacek
Release
Date: September 10, 2018
Publisher:
Love-Based Publishing
Series:
Secrets of Redemption #1
Genre:
Psychological thriller, romantic
suspense, paranormal
Word Count: 110K
Format: Print
and digital
Synopsis:
A
fresh start. That was what Becca hoped the move from New York
to Redemption, Wisconsin would be for her troubled family. A way
to get her crumbling marriage back on track, and to bond with her
difficult 16-year-old stepdaughter.
But
instead of a new beginning, Becca is thrust into the mysterious past
she barely remembers, as she is now living in her aunt's house (or
what the locals call "The Witch House").
But
is the house really haunted? Or is there something far more sinister
out to destroy them?
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IT
BEGAN WITH A LIE Excerpt
Copyright
© 2018 Michele PW
"You're right. It's perfect
for us. I'm so glad we're here," I said, lying through my
carefully pasted-on smile.
I tried to make my voice bright
and cheery, but it sounded brittle and forced, even to me. I sucked
in my breath and widened my smile, though my teeth were so clenched,
my jaw hurt.
Stefan smiled back—actually, his
mouth smiled but his dark brown eyes, framed with those long, thick
lashes any woman would envy, looked flat … distracted. He hugged me
with one arm. "I told you everything would be okay," he
whispered into my hair. His scent was even more musky than usual,
probably from two straight days of driving and lack of shower.
I hugged him back, reminding
myself to relax. Yes,
everything is going to be okay.
Remember,
this move represents a fresh start for us—time for us to reconnect
and get our marriage back on track. It’s not going to happen
overnight.
His iPhone buzzed. He didn't look
at me as he dropped his arm and pulled it out of his pocket, his
attention already elsewhere. "Sorry babe, gotta take this."
He turned his back to me as he answered the call, walking away
quickly. His dark hair, streaked with silver that added a quiet,
distinguished air to his All-American good looks was longer than
normal, curling around his collar. He definitely needed a haircut,
but of course, we couldn't afford his normal stylist, and not just
anyone was qualified to touch his hair.
I wrapped my arms around myself,
goosebumps forming on my skin as a sudden breeze, especially cool for
mid-May, brushed past me—the cold all the more shocking in the
absence of Stefan's warm body.
He has to work,
I reminded myself. Remember
why we're here.
I remembered, all right. How could
I forget?
I rubbed my hands up and down my
arms as I took a deep breath, and finally focused on the house.
It was just as I remembered from
my childhood—white with black shutters, outlined by bushy green
shrubs, framed by tall, gently-swaying pine trees and the red porch
with the swinging chair. It sat all by its lonesome in the middle of
a never-developed cul-de-sac, the only “neighbors” being an
overgrown forest on one side, and a marshy field on the other.
Okay, maybe it wasn't exactly
the way I
remembered it. The bushes actually looked pretty straggly. The lawn
was overgrown, full of dandelions going to seed, and the porch could
definitely use a new paint job.
I sighed. If the outside looked
like this, what on earth waited for me on the inside?
Inside.
I swallowed back the bile that
rose in the back of my throat. It slid to my stomach, turning into a
cold, slimy lump.
The house of my childhood.
The house of my nightmares.
About Michele
PW:
Michele Pariza
Wacek (also known as Michele PW) taught herself to read at three
years old because she so badly wanted to write fiction. As an adult,
she became a professional copywriter (copywriters write promotional
materials for businesses, nothing to do with protecting intellectual
property or putting a copyright on something) and eventually founded
a copywriting and marketing company. She grew up in Madison,
Wisconsin and currently lives with her husband and dogs in the
mountains of Arizona. You can reach her at MicheleParizaWacek.com.
She’s published two novels, “The Stolen Twin” and “Mirror
Image,” both psychological thrillers/mystery/suspense books.
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