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I was a dead woman.
I’d finally had a glimpse of true love, admiration, and the kind of devotion
only your soulmate, your other half, could provide…until it was physically
ripped away. Taken. My stalker had me, and there was little hope I’d be found.
I knew Chase would use all his money and resources to search the ends of the
Earth for me, but I knew the monster I was dealing with. Years of looking into
the eyes of pure evil gave me the unique experience to know that my situation
was dire. If Chase didn’t find me soon, I’d be gone forever. *** In the third
and final novel in the erotic suspense, Trinity Trilogy, SOUL connects with the
reader by providing the story through the eyes of Gillian, Chase, and the man
that wants to own her soul but can’t for she’s already given it to another.
Everyone is on the
hunt to save Gillian from the arms of a killer. This book can be considered
dark, erotic, and thrilling. As in Body (Trinity Trilogy Book 1) the issue of
domestic violence plays heavily in the storyline, and Gillian experiences many
disturbing flashbacks of the past alongside tragedy the stalker brings to the
present. There is also a lot of love, devotion, and friendship. As with all my
books, the characters will ultimately have their happily ever after.
Warning: This book
is designed for audiences 18+ due to language, graphic sexual content, and
themes that some may find disturbing. SOUL is book 3 of a three-part trilogy.
Body (Trinity Trilogy - Book 1) and Mind (Trinity Trilogy - Book 2) must be
read prior to reading SOUL.
Excerpt
Chase turns around,
hands on his hips, his jacket flaring out. He holds a hand out to me. “My
future wife was attacked and abducted on our wedding day, from one of my resorts,
guarded by my men.” He points to his chest wearing a disgusted
expression. “My wheelchair-bound mother’s throat was slit in front of Gillian
before she was taken against her will and held in a fucking ten by ten cell
with only a god damned pot to piss in!” He roars, his voice reaching maximum
strength. His face is red, the tendons in his neck are bulging, and he
continues undeterred. “She was still in her fucking wedding dress, almost five
days later, her face and chest beaten black and blue, her ankles and wrists cut
deep because of rusty shackles, which were attached to a pulley system above
her head. Those same shackles gave her a massive infection. One that could have
very well killed her! How the fuck do you think I feel, Doc?” Chase’s jaw
is locked down so hard I’m worried he’ll break teeth if he keeps going the way
he is. “Jesus Christ,” Dr. Madison whispers his eyes on me. Because I know him
so well, I see the concern in his gaze. To anyone else, he would appear calm
and in control. “Gillian,”—he presses his hand to his mouth, swallows, then
clears his throat—“we’re going to work through all of this. Thank you, Chase.
Thank you for being so candid.” Chase harrumphs and starts to pace. “Now, tell
him what’s fucking with you.” His eyes are fierce, leaving no room for pussyfooting
around. “Um, well…” I take in a tortured breath. “I seem to have a bit of an
attachment issue,” I offer. “A bit?” Chase growls. I nod noncommittally.
“Doctor Madison, if I left the room right now…” His voice trails off, and he
starts to walk toward the door. Instantly, the hairs on my neck and arms stand
at attention. My heart pounds in my chest so loudly I can hear it like a drum
next to my ear. I turn around and sit up on my knees while gripping the back of
the couch. “No,” I whisper just as Chase’s hand touches the handle. “Don’t
leave!” I beg, tears rolling down my cheeks. He turns around, closes his eyes
and leans against the door. “See what I mean?” He lifts a hand, and I glance at
Dr. Madison. Dr. Madison brings his hand to his mouth and leans back in his
chair. He pulls off his spectacles and looks at me in wonder. “How long has
this been going on?” I don’t answer, just sit back down and look down at my
lap, not wanting the eye contact. I’m tired of being the one always under a
microscope. I just want to go back to a normal life. One where I can work and
visit my friends when I want to without the fear that someone is going to
attack me or kill the people I love. “The first time I noticed this particular
fear was when she woke up in the hospital two days after being found,” Chase
says coming back from the door to sit next to me. I curl into his side feeling
instant relief. The doctor nods and writes a few things down. “Gillian, what
happens to you when you think Chase is going to leave.” I narrow my eyes.
“Meaning physically?” I lick my lips and focus on my fingers, twisting them
together. Chase puts an arm around my shoulder, and I can breathe again. “Um,
my heart pounds. I get a little nauseous, shaky, my hearing becomes very acute
or I lose it completely. Much like my panic attacks.” “And does that happen
when you’re in a room with other people?” “Depends on if I know where he is.”
Dr. Madison’s eyebrows rise into points at his hairline. “Like last night, the
girls and I had a movie night at the Davis Estate. As long as I could see
Chase’s office, and I knew he was there, I was fine. I could enjoy the time
with my friends.” Dr. Madison nods, writes a few things down. “What’s wrong
with me?” Chase hears the fear in my voice and instantly works to calm me.
Taking my hand, holding me closer, kissing my temple. The doctor shakes his
head. “Nothing. What you’re experiencing is an acute panic disorder that
manifests in panic attacks after dealing with a traumatic event..” Both Chase
and I look at him with matching expressions of confusion. “Essentially you’re
having a fear that Chase will abandon you which in response brings on the
attacks.” Dr. Madison clarifies. “I’ll never abandon you, baby,” Chase promises
immediately. He turns my face to his and cups my cheek. I lean into it,
appreciating his warmth. “We’re going to get past this together. But I can’t
say that I’m un-fond of you needing me close.” His grin is sexy but honest.
“That,”—the doctor’s voice inflection rises to one of concern—“on the other
hand, we need to get to the bottom of, Mr. Davis.” Dr. Madison uses his stern
no nonsense tone. Chase’s own voice changes, sounding gruffer. “Excuse me?”
“You have an excessive need for control, are habitually possessive and
demanding by nature. It’s not all together a healthy way to deal with a woman
who’s been victimized in the past. Though, I know it’s those ways of yours that
attract our dear Gillian.” He is not wrong. Not by a long shot. I’ve always
sought out men who are confident, strong, self-assured. It’s just a lot of
times that comes with the downside of those traits which are controlling and
demonstrative and the worst of all…abusive. Chase is a lot of things but never
abusive. “He’d never lay a hand on me, Dr. Madison. Of that I am certain. His
mother was a victim of domestic violence and Chase abhors a man taking a hand
to a woman.” Chase nods at my response. “I’m sorry to hear that,” the doctor
addresses Chase. “Thank you. It was a long time ago. I’ve moved on. Right now,
my focus is on Gillian and her wellbeing, mentally and physically. We’re
leaving tomorrow. I plan to spend the next couple weeks or so allowing us to be
free. To have her feel safe in her own skin, as well as make her my wife.”
Chase adjusts his jacket and leans forward. “Is there a reason you’re in a rush
to get married, Mr. Davis?” Chase and I both shake our head. “No,” he says with
conviction. “It just feels like it’s something that keeps getting taken from
us. To tell you the truth, Doc, I wanted to marry her the day after I
proposed.” He turns to me. “I’m regretting letting you talk me out of that.” He
grins and his eyes twinkle when he smirks at me. “But then we ended up waiting
for her wedding dress to be designed, then it was Phillip and the explosion,
and then we finally get to the day and she’s abducted. I’ve wanted nothing more
than to claim her as my wife since shortly after we met. I’m tired of waiting
to make her mine.” “Do you feel like she’ll be more yours if you are married?”
Dr. Madison asks. “Yes, I do. Legally, she’ll be connected to me, she’ll wear
my ring on her finger for the world to see, have access to my fortune, never
want for anything, and I’ll have my own family. With her,” he says
matter-of-fact—no mincing words for my guy. “I see. And you agree with this
plan, Gillian?” The doctor looks to me. I’m still stuck on Chase wanting to be
a family with me. Ever since my mother’s death, my friends have been
the only family I have. When I marry Chase, he’ll be my family. Officially,
legally, mentally, and physically. “I can’t imagine anything better than Chase
and I becoming our own family.” Chase’s smile is so bright it removes all the
dark from the conversation and only let’s in light. It warms my heart and my
soul.
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Meet
the Author
Audrey Carlan is a
professional fundraiser for an international healthcare related charity by day,
and a sensual and erotic contemporary romance writer by night. She lives in the
sunny California Valley two hours away from the city, the beach, the mountains
and the precious…the vineyards. She has been married to the love of her life
for 10 years and has two young children that live up to their title of “Monster
Madness” on daily basis. When she’s not raising money, sipping wine with her
“soul sisters”, three incredibly different and unique voices in her life, she
can be found with her nose stuck in book or her Kindle. A hot, smutty, romantic
book to be exact!
In life she
believes that all things have their purpose even if we are unable to determine
the purpose immediately.
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