To link directly to this posting click the title, then copy the address in the browser.The Crime, Mystery, & Gangster Fiction Magazine IndexĬollins, William Wilkie see under Wilkie Collins (chron.)Ĭollins-Burke, Carrillee ( c1934- ) (chron.) It may not be copied, distributed, sold or included in any larger work without the expressed written permission of Tiffany Colter.īloggers may comment on or link to this blog from their own blog. She is a frequent contributor to print and online publications in addition to her regular marketing blog at Get each new chapter delivered to you by signing up for the Tiffany Colter Fiction Blog using the link on the right. Tiffany is a writer, speaker and writing career coach. You are reading A Face in the Shadow by Tiffany Colter. You’re just nervous about being in love.” I’m working on it.” He smiled at the photo. You know what that means? We are one step closer to being together.” He inhaled the rose’s fragrance again then laid it down in front of her photo. “I’m sorry, Beautiful.” He lifted the photo, wiped the glass and placed it back on the bookshelf.
He walked back to the other room and bent down to the photo on the floor. The anger drained from his body and all that remained was the need to be one with Rachel. The roses fragrance wafted up and desire overwhelmed him.
He pulled out the white one and tied it with a ribbon. Leave another message to her, let her know he was close. “You’ll learn to submit.” He kicked the picture over with the side of his foot and went to the bouquet of roses in the kitchen. He lifted her photo and set it on the floor by his feet. “We’ll get that spunk out of you right away. “Who do you think you are speaking to me like that Rachel?” He said again wagging his finger at her picture. He yelled out a foul word then rubbed his wrist. Pain surged up through his wrist in to his arm. “And you would dare to speak to me in that way?” He slammed his fist on the table as he walked past. His teeth were pressed so tight together his head throbbed. You were the one, the perfect one.” His jaw was tight. “I could have any woman I want but I chose you.
He walked to the bookshelf and stared directly at the 8 x 10 of Rachel in the frame. I don’t put up with disrespectful women.” His voice echoed in the empty house.
“She doesn’t know who she is dealing with here. “Who does she think she is, talking to me like that?” He paced from one side of the room to the other. Logan hung up with Rachel and slammed his phone down.
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