MFRW BOOK HOOKS, JANIE B By Pat Garcia

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Excerpt

My lover is like a swift gazelle or a young stag. Look! there he is behind the wall, looking through the window, peering into the room. (Songs of Songs 2:9 New Living Translation, NLT)

Janie B sat behind the steering wheel of Paolo Di Salva’s Aston Marting and gazed down at what was once an old, dilapidated mill by a lake. Over the past twelve months, Paolo, her savior, had it remodeled for them. He’d left instructions for her to drive to the newly renovated late house and wait for him. He hadn’t informed her why, but she already knew the unspoken reason. He was going to guide her through her final therapeutic steps of deliverance into freedom. That’s why he’d sent her on ahead alone; he told her he would come with his vesper.

Balls of yellow, red, and purple yarn lay in the passenger seat beside her.

Memories flooded her senses. She could see the stranger as if it were yesterday. He’d forced her to sit in the middle of the floor in the cabin’s kitchen. Her hands were behind her back, the yellow yarn tied around her wrists, cutting off blood circulation. She’d done her best to wriggle her fingers to keep the blood flowing, but as the stranger walked around her inspecting his work of art, she knew he was going to kill her before he got what he wanted. He let out a weird howl, and his eyes glazed like a hungry wolf. Then, he slapped her face so hard she thought her head had been severed from her body. He mumbled that the red yarn in his hands was the blood yarn with which he would bind her ankles.

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A Word from the Author: Janie B is a Micro-Read with a special introductory price to acquaint readers with what I write.

Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

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