Kishan Paul
Genre: Suspense/Thriller
Date of Publication: Oct 14, 2015
Number of pages:285
Cover Artist: Syneca Featherstone
Book Description:
If you want to live, you must let go of the past...
Twenty-eight-year-old Psychologist, Alisha Dimarchi, is abducted by an obsessed client and imprisoned in his Pakistani compound for over two years. Forced to change her name and live as his second wife, her life is filled with trauma and heartbreak. Thrust into a world of violence and oppression, Alicia must fight not only to keep herself alive but to protect the lives of the people she now considers family. At night, she retreats into her memories of the only man she has ever loved – a man she believes no longer loves her.
Thirty-two-year-old handsome surgeon, David Dimarchi, has spent the last two years mourning the disappearance of his wife. After a painful and isolated existence, he begins the process of healing. It is then that he is visited by a stranger, who informs him that his wife is very much alive and needs his help. In a desperate attempt to save her, David enlists the help of a Delta Force Operative. Together they find themselves in the center of more than just a rescue mission. Will he be able to reach her in time and if he does, will she still want him?
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Excerpt:
He eyed the
therapist. There was something calming about Tom. Kinda reminded him of his
dad. Funny. After working hard to forget Ally and their life together, in a few
short minutes, this stranger had forced those doors open. If she was here, she
would be clapping her hands like a stupid seal right now. “I’m willing to give
it a try.”
“Do you feel
comfortable sharing what happened?”
No.
He took another
swig of water. “She disappeared two years ago. No one’s heard or seen her
since.”
“How have you
survived her disappearance?”
Dave fiddled with
the lid of the bottle and focused on the paisley area rug. “It’s been hard.
Really hard.” His voice sounded hoarse even to his own ears.
It had been a
while since he’d talked about the disappearance and opening Pandora’s box hurt
like hell, yet for some reason, he found himself prying the lid, wanting to let
the demons out.
“She was
beautiful, and, God, I loved her. She used to tell me to take her off the
pedestal. That I’d wake up one day and be disappointed. After eight years of
marriage, I still had it bad for her. How many husbands can say that?”
Tom nodded,
encouragingly.
“I was so proud
she was mine. She was amazing in every way…as a wife, a friend—smart, funny,
the whole package, and there was nowhere on earth I’d rather be than with her.”
He blinked back
the emotion and fast forwarded to the morning two years ago. “She disappeared
on March twenty-third. I got home to an empty apartment about four thirty that
morning from being on call. At first I thought she’d left me again, but that
didn’t make any sense. So I made some phone calls, then drove to her office.
Her Lexus, purse, and keys—even her shoes—were in the parking lot. But no Ally.”
As many times as
the story had been shared, he should be able to recite it automatically, but
today was different. His voice cracked and the waterworks he thought were over
tried to push to the surface. Dave slammed his lids shut and pushed the words through.
“I called the police. The rest is history.”
“How have you held
up through this?”
Dave rubbed the
wetness away and continued. “No words. I keep thinking if I’d been home that
night this wouldn’t have happened.”
“Do you believe
you could have prevented it?”
“No, probably not.
But I let her down. Didn’t protect her.”
He accepted the
Kleenex Tom handed and wiped his face dry. His head lowered and voice soft, he
recounted his hell. “They investigated her clients; everyone had an alibi.
People came in and out of the house for weeks. The media plastered information
everywhere. Calls poured in about bodies, and each time, I wished I was dead. I
couldn’t sleep. Eat. Breathe. My life was gone. Two years later, here we are,
no news, no leads, nothing. She vanished from the world.”
Emotion sat heavy
on his chest, choking him and making it impossible to speak. After an eternity
of silence, Tom’s firm hand gripped his.
“I can’t imagine
how hard that must have been for you.”
Still is.
About the Author:
Mother of two beautiful children, she has been married to her best friend for over 16 years. With the help of supportive family and friends, she balances her family, a thriving counseling practice, and writing without sinking into insanity.
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Thank you for sharing The Second Wife's release. Hugs. --Kish
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